Post by hawkeye on May 9, 2022 22:44:12 GMT
With the FAWN crowd still buzzing, a rumble rolled through the arena’s amplifiers, soft at first but growing. Understanding what the sound of tonight’s tremble signifies, the Orlando faithful moved to the edge of their seats, unsure which of the California Quakes will emerge first, but realizing it may be the last time they’re seen together.
The Brat brought a violent end to the burgeoning success of the tag team at March to War, just as the duo earned the opportunity to fight for the titles, Kat Braddock leaving both her partner and manager wrecked in her wake.
The blaring clatter of police sirens began and were quickly joined, then overwhelmed by an industrial dirge.
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
As Natalia Kills・'Problem' pumped over the speakers, the corporate progeny of FAWN's long-time commissioner strode onto the stage. The Baby Boss stood alone, but only for a moment, as one of the organization's most infamous, Chrissy Daniel, joined her now one and only protege.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
CHRISSY DANIEL
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, the CEO’s daughter possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery was enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seemed designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn't so much plunge as dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are gold, like the tag belts denied her by a treasonous cohort.
The fans general disdain for Bethany’s daughter was tempered by their loathing of the flaxen-haired Brat who betrayed her and there are cheers sprinkled with the jeers.
Avery seemed to care little as she and the Killer Imp head to the ring to gain revenge against a woman she thought her sister from another mister.
As Christian approached the squared circle, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd the Baby Boss is very much a 'dual threat', her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Reaching the steps, Chrissy massaged the shoulders of her charge before giving Avery final words of wisdom and sending her up.
Having ascended the metal, Avery stops for referee Craig Long to prop open the ropes. He sat on the middle, pushing up the top and Christian steps through, warning Long he should not have made her wait even for the single second she is delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery placed one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top cable, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty.
The Baby Boss mimed breaking Braddock in two like a twig, Avery sneering before dropping back to the canvas and moving to center stage.
The Announcer interrupted the festivities as Christian’s accompaniment lowers in volume.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of twenty minutes. Hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN…she is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!!!!!”
There’s a smattering of applause, but the attention of the Baby Boss is on the entrance above, Avery loudly demanding Kat come down and take her beating.
A repeat of the rumbles brought an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng, the masses knowing well who the aftershock is in this scenario.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when 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
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
In the ring, a raging Chrissy demanded HER music be cut, but the musical baton's been passed to her curvy, Gen Z counterpart. The ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat moves to center stage with a shit-eating 'yeah, I did it' grin. Kat settles and lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom blonde strode back and forth along the stage, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
Alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. Left to fend for herself. The golden-haired fireplug appears incredibly confident, enjoying being the one and only center of attention.
The curvy Quake strode toward her former compatriots, debuting new booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors'.
Kat's gear:
and 
Waiting center stage, Braddock reached behind her back to produce a mic as the Announcer heralded her arrival. 党And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!能~
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
The REAL California Quake raised her own mic and proclaimed, “Ladies. Ladies. Believe me when I say there’s no hard feelings. You were a necessary part of my evolution. As you are tonight. I understand why you’re upset. I’m casting you aside. But also understand it’s just a natural part of the process.
“Ave. When I Nap you. And…when you wake up. Consider joining Mom in the office. It really is your calling. God knows wrestling isn’t.”
Braddock dropped the microphone and started down the aisle with fire in her eyes. She was a little more than halfway down the aisle when Avery slipped Chrissy's (admittedly loose) reins and dove through the ropes to make a beeline for her former partner! Hardly surprised by the impulsive response from the Baby Boss, Kat spread her arms wide and called out, “Oh, you wanna start out here, mama's girl? Well c'mon then beeyotch, show me what you've got!”
The murderous snarl on Christian's face suggested she'd do that and a whole lot more, which was probably why Braddock abruptly zagged to the right and snatched a sloshing beer from the mitts of an unsuspecting dork in a Mercy Ellis tee-shirt. Wheeling back to the brunette once she was suitably armed, Kat reared back and hurled her IPA-rojectile into Avery's fa--“HHHRRRRGGHHH!”
Avery dipped into a crouch and exploded off her back foot to THWHUMP a shoulder into the pit of Braddock's belly! The sawed-off Spear took Kat down hard, the fireplug blonde gasping and clutching her aching abdominals much to the delight of the betrayed Quake. “You traitorous piece of shit, did you really think you could kick me to the curb without me kicking your overrated ass right up between your shoulders?” Avery sneered after a few brisk slaps gave way to a greedy double handful of the Kat's flaxen follicles.
“Duuuhhhh...damned right I did.” Braddock managed a few punches to Christian's midsection when the brunette hauled her off the floor, but they didn't have any of her usual power behind 'em. “You've always been a whiner, Ave. A bigger princess than Giselle for fuck's saHHRRGGH!” Avery pumped a trio of Kneelifts into Kat's tummy, then released the hair-hold so she could hunker down and cinch her arms around Braddock's waist. “GAAAAAAHHHH!” the Brat's dark eyes went wide with furious incredulity when that no-class nepotism hire muscled HER up on tiptoe with a gut-churning Bear Hug!
“Gonna crush you into obscurity tonight, brat.” Christian growled as she treated the blonde to a miserable taste of her own medicine. “That fuckery you pulled back at Heartbroken won't even register as a tremor in my career. Because I'm the only Quake that's gonna shake this place to its foundations. You? You're just the dead weight I had to jettison on my way to the topPEERRRGGHH! That all you got? No wonder you're so fucking jealous!”
Not about to take such blatant encroachment without a suitably violent response, Kat wrapped her arms around Avery's waist and punished her with an extremely strong squeeze, unfortunately as the over-Hug she also had to contend with the brunette's biceps which meant she couldn't bring her usual pressure to bear, no pun intended. Even so, that didn't stop her from scoffing at the Baby Boss' wild accusation. “Jealous? Of YOU? Honey, the only thing you have that I don't have in spades is a famous last name. And that ends tonight. I'm not just gonna crush you, I'm gonna ECLIPSE youWHOOAANNNGGHHH!”
Answering Hug be damned, Avery dipped her knees and muscled Braddock into the air just to go down on one knee and THUMP her crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop! The brunt collision loosened Kat's grip to the point that Avery simply shook free of it, but rather than repeat the groin-gouging collision she muscled Kat up on tiptoes and punished her with a mean little terrier shake that had the Brat groaning in pain!
Christian was about to give her 'partner' another earful when Craig Long hurried up beside his charges and said, “All right, Avery. You gotta bring this to the ring so I can call for the bell.”
“What if I don't, dork?” she challenged. “You gonna make me?”
The ref sighed, it was gonna be one of those matches, he just knew it. “No, but your mom said the camera angles are better in the ring.”
“Don't listen to her, Ave.” Braddock grunted / giggled. “She just wants everyone to have the best view when I humiliate your dumpy ass. Really, ya should've let me beat you up in the alley behind the Slaughtered Lamb, would've been less painNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Avery whipped off a smooth half turn, rushed forward and BWAAAANGED the mouthy Brat into the aisle-side guardrail with enough force to rock it back by several inches! Finally releasing her grip so Braddock could slump to a seat, Christian made a couple quick adjustments to her trunks, then looked to Craig and said, “Tell mother I'll be along shortly. Dealing with this clingy poseur has left me feeling parched.”
With the ref at least temporarily off her case, Avery set her attention on one of the fans crowding the barricade behind the hateful blonde traitor. “Excuse me, miss?” she asked of an older woman holding a beer in one hand and 'PORTIA, WE MISS YOU!' sign in the other. “Might I trouble you for your beverage? I'm sure they'll provide you a replacement at any of the refreshment kiosks, just mention my name.”
The woman treated herself to a final sip, then handed it over to Avery who offered cheers before doing the same. “My, that is refreshing.” she sighed. “Here Kat, try some.”
Now Craig Long didn't count himself as a fan of Kat Braddock, yet the official still cringed in dismay when the Baby Boss dumped the rest of the mostly full drink onto the blonde's bowed head! The FAWNatics however more than made up for his distaste with a thunderous round of cheers that only got louder when the brunette bounced the flimsy plastic cup offa Kat's noggin with a quiet 'pwonk!'
“BITCH!” Braddock sputtered as she mopped sodden curls from her brow. “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR OOOFFFFHHH!”
Avery plastered half a dozen stomps to Kat's midriff not just because it felt good, but to safeguard against excessive whining when she filled her hands with the blonde's hair and dragged her off the floor. “Ugh, you've always been sticky and gross.” Christian opined once she'd reeled Braddock into a grinding Side Headlock. “You're not a Quake, you're more like the rubble left by the aftermath.”
“Thuu... that what you told yourself when you woke up in the infirmary with bruised ribs?” Kat snarled. She was punching and clawing at the brunette's midsection but she was still too discombobulated to do much more than tag along when Avery started marching her back toward the squared circle. “Or is that what mommy told you? She DID come to see you in the hospital, didn't sheNNNGGHHH!”
A flinty-eyed Christian stuffed a broadside Kneelift into her opponent's belly to shut her up, then snatched a handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could to get the brat yowling again. “Who's gonna come visit you in the hospital, Kitty? That's what you should be worried about. Chrissy and I were the only two people in that locker room who gave a shit about you and you cast us aside like garbage.”
Saying it out loud made Avery angry all over again and rather than keep on talking she broke into a sprint and headed straight for the steel steps! Avery saw it rushing in and got her hands up to block the worst of it, alas Christian shifted tactics at the last second and drove her opponent's forehead into the ring-post with an ungodly BWUNK!
“Quaking with fear already, huh?” Avery chuckled as Braddock was wracked by a full body spasm. “Good, that's exactly how it should be!”
Shifting over to a trunks and tresses grip, Christian tugged Braddock away from the steel so she could spin 'round in a half circle and toss her under the bottom rope in a jiggling, jostling tangle of limbs. Long finally called for the bell, it's echoing CLANG serving as punctuation for Kat's not so grand return to the squared circle. Back on the outside, Avery strutted up the steps to the apron, but rather than slip through the ropes she chose to ascend to the top turnbuckle instead.
“Don't hesitate, kid!” Chrissy pounded her palms against the apron for emphasis. “Crush that rat right now!”
Avery didn't need to be told twice, she settled down into a tense crouch, then leapt out into the void, the second generation grappler earning an unusually positive reaction when she stretched out full length and brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMING down atop the former Quake's chest! Braddock coughed, started to roll to one side but Avery was having none of it. She shoved the blonde down flat, collected both legs in a snug bundle and proceeded to point her butt at the rafters with a Back Press good for the...
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ieTPPjHKI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Brat kicked out with enough force to dash the dreams of anyone foolish enough to think anyone was going to blow her doors off. Didn't mean she was in a good way, though. Indeed her situation grew all the more dire when the Baby Boss latched onto a wrist and peeled her off the deck. Nudging the blonde back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock, Avery stepped off, dropped a shoulder and sent the Californian hurtling into the far corner with an Irish Whip.
Kat managed to twist around and take the impact back-first, just as Christian knew she would. That's why she was practically on top of the blonde before Braddock even turned around. All Kat caught was a blurred glimpse of white and gold and brown before Bethany's little girl left the canvas for a short, arcing leap that culminated in Kat crushed between buckles and bod!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iULxf0gWebg
Residual momentum bounced Christian away, though she certainly didn't go far. No, she only graced the blonde with a couple of steps worth of breathing room before she rushed in, mounted the bottom rope and wrapped her arms around Braddock's noggin. “Get in there, brat!” Avery demanded over the cheers of the throng as she yanked Kat's protesting face deep into the slopes of her decolletage! “Don't think I didn't catch those envious glances you're always shooting my way. I know you were wondering why mine are so much better. Well wonder no more!” Christian cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and squeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to bend Kat's button nose against the unforgiving strength of her sternum.
Braddock’s arms flailed wildly, her face disappearing into Avery’s bounty, air cut off by her chesty former bestie.
“Believe me,” Christian grunted as she sucked the energy from The Brat, “as awful as you look right now, this is the best place for your face.”
A struggling Kat didn't seem to agree, getting her palms on the brunette’s shoulders and trying to shove her foe off.
Braddock created enough space to gather a hasty breath only for Christian’s breasts to swallow her all over again. Kat returned to frantic twisting until Avery chose to retreat a couple steps and view the results.
Braddock slumped to a seat on the middle buckle, a steaming mess, make-up smeared by beer and cleavage condensation.
“What a way to announce your march to the top,” Avery hissed.
Christian rushed back in, leaping and driving a knee into the blonde’s drooping chin, snapping Kat’s head back, her beer-soaked mane whipping the sudsy excess into the first row.
Trying to regain some semblance of control, Long started a count for the Baby Boss to get her former partner out of the corner.
An insulted Avery turned on the official and read him the riot act, threatening his livelihood through her mother’s position.
As Christian engaged the referee in a discussion about his future employment, Chrissy hopped to the apron and reached over the top cable, wrapping an arm around Kat’s throat, choking the remaining life from the woman she ‘discovered’ beach fighting in the Golden State.
Braddock’s eyes bugged as she gasped for oxygen, a snarling Daniel’s arm cinching tighter around her neck.
“Who knew West could be right about something?” the Imp growls in the Quake’s ear. “You really are trashUHHH. BYTCH!”
It wasn’t exactly a Kat Nap, but a good stomp to Chrissy’s toes created enough slack for Braddock to spin free of the throttling from Daniel and NAILED the former three-time World Champion on the jaw, sending the ash blonde careening from the apron to the floor below.
Seeing what Long could strategically not, Christian ended her conversation, pushing past Craig and striding to a breathless Brat, only to get skewered by a Toe Kick to the tummy. Bent at the waist, the dark-haired grappler had no defense when a winded Kat, laced and locked her fingers and DROVE a double axhandle blow between the shoulderblades of the Baby Boss, sending Christian to one knee.
“When Mommy is trying to find the best place to hide you in the front office, I’ll be champion of the world.”
Braddock took off in a sprint to the ropes to Avery’s left, rebounded, and sent Avery through a low-level pirouette with a running Hip Check to a temple. The Brat moved to a stance directly above the splayed Baby Boss. She raised her arms high and wide, drawing an echoing round of boos, not easily done when taking advantage of Bethany’s progeny and a woman repped by the Killer Imp.
The flaxen-haired Brat fell forward into a handstand by the side of the flattened Avery. She held her place for a few moments, dripping cerveza onto the woman who provided her the bath, then dropped into a crouch on the way down to pump a pair of kneecaps into Christian’s midriff.
Avery jackknifed around the impaling knees, a breath bursting from between her lips, eyes wide. A rejuvenated Braddock popped to her feet.
“Get your ass up!” Kat demanded of her groaning foe, before reaching down and sinking her nails into Avery’s cleavage. She pulled Christian to her feet with the searing grips, releasing to take a step back and measure.
In a blink, Kat sent her forehead flashing, butting her noggin into the cleft of Christian’s bosom in her unique version of a heart ‘punch’. Avery staggered away, eyes crossing, legs jellied. She fainted into a corner, throwing her arms over the top rope on either side, facing into the buckles.
Immediately, Kat hustled to the opposite corner and charges, springing into the Orlando airspace from several feet out and SPLASHING against Avery’s six, sandwiching Christian hard, bosom to buckles.
Kat snatched the long wavy, ebony locks of the Baby Boss, unsoiled by IPA.
“Adrenaline only gets you so far, bitch. Then you need talent.”
Braddock POUNDED Avery’s face into the top buckle time and time again, the crowd unable to help themselves in counting all the way to TEN with each strike of braincase to buckle until Kat decides she’s done.
The Brat turned a rickety Avery to face her and traded her grip for a shoulder and wrist. Braddock heaved her fellow fireplug to the opposite corner, Christian sent sprinting toward her destination and turning just in time to THUMP her spine.
If once was good, twice would be better. And Kat raced toward another splash, this time Avery destined to get a taste of the blonde’s chest.
But as Kat took to the skies, Avery showed enough awareness to use the ropes to pull her frame clear and Braddock’s landing was altered significantly, her considerable bosom BANGING against the buckles.
As Kat rebounded in a U-turn away from the corner, the second-generation superstar surged toward her erstwhile teammate, spinning into a Discus Forearm Smash that delivered Braddock to the mat at high velocity.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Christian leaned against the nearby ropes, drawing in a few deep breaths before dipping to collect Kat’s noggin with both hands.
“The only thing softer than your head is your gut, bimbo.”
Avery tugged Kat to her feet and shoved her into the nearest corner. She closed the gap then took closed-fist liberties, POUNDING punches into plush abdomen of her fellow California Quake, Kat left gurgling and doubled after a half dozen swift combination uppercuts to the navel.
With Braddock softened, Christian scooped behind the blonde’s knees and lifted her foe to a seat on the top buckle.
“Time to show these people who can do more than brawl.” the Baby Boss informed.
Avery climbed to the middle ropes and pulled a limp arm of the blonde over her shoulders. Forcing The Brat up, she yanked Braddock into a single-leg cradle. The FAWNatics’ volume and tone rises perceptibly in anticipation. Avery didn't disappoint, sending both women hurtling backward with an Avalanche Fisherman’s Buster that rocks the ring courtesy mostly of a CRASHING KAT!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6RXq7rQyTM
A slightly less rocked Avery crawled to Kat’s carcass and dropped her body across the blonde’s in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Braddock shoves a shoulder off the canvas, momentarily keeping Avery from her rightful revenge.
Christian gave Long a disapproving glance as she moved to a kneeling position beside the wreckage but quickly turned her attention back to the depleted Brat, pulling Braddock’s head off the canvas by her golden locks.
THWACK!
Avery slapped the taste from her fellow Quake, Kat’s cheek reddening, Braddock’s consciousness far from cleared.
“The longer this goes, the less chance you have, sweetheart.” Christian enlightened. “Everyone knows your stamina is for shit.”
Kat’s response was instantaneous. A thumb flashed to Avery’s right eye. The Baby Boss shrieked in pain, turning away from the spent blonde.
“And everyone knows you’re a stupid bitch!” Braddock retorted.
As a risen Avery rubbed furiously at her injured socket, cursing not so much under her breath, Kat struggled to her feet, looking war-torn.
It didn't stop her from surging to her former partner and RIPPING Avery off the canvas with a scythe-like Clothesline, a half-blinded Christian turning into the Lariat before the back of her head bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Kat placed a boot on Avery’s left ankle and raised the brunette’s right leg, both hands tight around Christian’s ankle.
“I have a feeling,” Kat huffed, “you’ll be waddling more than usual after this.”
Avery’s palms pushed high and forward. She ‘washes windows’ plaintively before Kat fell to the right with the Baby Boss’ right leg in tow, trying to snap Avery’s groin muscles with a Wishbone Drop.
Christian sat bolt upright; a scream locked behind clenched teeth as she pressed both hands to the raging fire that was her right thigh. Beside her, a smirking Braddock knee-walked into place by the brunette's head, snatched double handful of hair and promptly whipped the base of her skull into the deck with a nasty THWHUNK! Of course one cranial collision wasn't nearly enough, not after the abuse Kat had suffered outside the ring, so no one was particularly surprised (or dismayed, it was still Avery after all) when the Gen Z Beach Cat yanked Christian's noggin up and proceeded to bounce it like a basketball half a dozen times.
Probably would've been closer to a baker's dozen if Craig hadn't interjected with, “That's enough, Kat. Either stand her up, or get your hands out of her hair.”
Braddock sneered at him but elected the first option as it allowed her to keep yanking and tugging on Avery's strained follicles. Not that things improved much for Christian with this return to boot-leather. Kat did half the hair-hold, true, but that was only so she had a hand free to deliver several taunting slaps across the brunette's cheek. And of course Long kept whining about the hair pull so Braddock swung into position beside the Baby Boss and braced her right calf against Christian's left shin. In the next instant she swept her leg forward and dropped to one knee, a swift adjustment that swept Avery off her feet and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face!
HAIRPULL FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeMu7y3yXx8
Christian let out an understandably nasal whine and flopped over onto her back, both feet beating at the canvas while she inspected her nose for any lingering damage. As for Braddock, she actually paid very little attention to her handiwork, choosing instead to move back to the brunette's feet and grab hold. “What, you didn't think I was done with these stubby little things, did you?” she asked once she was upright and both limbs wrenched into an awkward 'V'.
“I'm warning you, bitch.” Avery pulled a hand away from her face to point a finger in the blonde's direction. “You go after my trunks and you'll be sorrOOOFFFHH!”
Kat raised a boot and stomped down, though her heel skewered Christian's navel instead of environs farther south. “Mess with my trunks and you'll be sorry!” the Brat whined in a high, mocking falsetto. “Gawd, you sound like that hag, Kylie. But at least she's actually got some title runs to prop her up. What do you have besides me and Gramma Chrissy over there?”
“Keep your name out of my mouth, kid.” Daniel warned from outside. “You've got enough problems as it is.”
“Why don't you make me, putz?” Instead of waiting for an answer from the dinosaur, Kat went up on tiptoe and then dropped to her knees to wrench the former Quake's legs into another vicious near-split with her second Wishbone in as many minutes!
WISHBONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xa1ly28YUMk
Avery sat up just like before only now Braddock was all up in her business and she put the second-generation superstar right back down with a few rough Forearm Smashes to the chest. Once Christian's shoulders were down Kat set about stacking the trash by wedging her shoulders into the pits of Avery's knees and plowing forward until the brunette's boots were somewhere north of her ears. Braced against her foe's haunches in a domineering sort of push-up position, Braddock locked eyes with her old partner and growled, “Just stay down, Ave.” as the ref counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Christian most certainly did not stay down, indeed she voiced a defiant bellow as she forced the blonde clear a whisper after 'TWO!'
“Fine.” Kat growled once she'd rolled to one knee. “You want to be a stubborn little shit? That just means you'll get a preview of what's coming for the Pleasant Valley Piss Break.”
“Luuuuhhhh...looking too far ahead, Kitty.” Avery had made it to all fours, albeit a few beats slower than her blonde counterpart. “You're never going to make it past me. I might toss what's left to Sanders so she can have a little bit more shine before I put her down for gooNNNGGGGHH!”
Kat knotted her hands into a single fist, hoisted it overhead and brought it smashing down on the nape of Christian's neck with a meaty THUD. “Don't even joke about that, Ave.” Braddock plunged her hands into Avery's dark locks and scraped her off the mat in stages. “Kylie Sanders is MINE. And anyone who gets in my way...” The Brat looped her arms around Christian's waist and bore down hard enough to put her up on tiptoe, but rather than work the Bear Hug she muscled the other fireplug off her feet entirely, then swept around in a half circle and laid out flat to THAWHAM Avery into the deck with a thunderous Belly to Belly Suplex!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-BIfmQ6vgk
Braddock reared back on her haunches in the aftermath and after a moment to survey the scene, treated the gaping brunette's sloshing juggs to a hard two-handed slap! “Still think you're going to shake this place to its foundations, babe?” Kat chided in the midst of hauling the Baby Boss to her feet. “Seems to me you're just shaking in your boots.”
“The hell I am.” Christian groaned. “I don't sweat a chick who smells like the floor of the concession stOOFFFH!”
Kat grabbed a Wristlock and used it to reel Avery into a Kneelift to the belly before shouldering her away with similar disregard. In the next instant she pointed the nepotism hire toward the opposite corner and sent her off at a remarkably unsafe speed. Christian managed to turn around before she collided with the buckles, though the lateness of her reversal guaranteed she had no time to avoid the little blonde bully who buried her with a THWHUMPING Avalanche Splash!
“Oh don't worry, I'm not going to jugg you out now.” Braddock giggled as a breathless Avery instinctively turned away from the fulsome slope of her former partner's cleavage. “I wanna hear your screams echoing in the cheap seats before I finish you--”
“You'll never finish anyone, you stumpy little troll.” Christian promised. “You signed your life away when you hit me with that chair, you're just too stupid to understand it NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Not about to suffer such disrespect from the poster-child for Take Your Kid to Work (and leave her there) Day, Kat mounted the middle rope and grabbed hold of Avery's hair so the brunette couldn't turn away when she smooshed her tummy against the Baby Boss' cheek. That was only prologue however, the real punishment came in the form of several short, sharp punches delivered to Christian's hairline, the sort of punches that prompted the FAWNatics to call out a running tally.
'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!'
Kat delayed the final blow so she could glare out at the crowd before jerking a thumb back in her own direction. “I'm not just the BEST California Quake!” she called to the jeering Orlando faithful. “I'm the ONLY California Quake!” With that she balled her hands into a Double Axehandle, then hopped off her mount and THUNKED it down on the crown of Avery's skull!
“Let's bring it back to the middle of the ring, OK Kat?” Craig said as he strode over to check on his charges.
“Oh, just can it, idiot!”Braddock snapped at the zebra. “You sure didn't seem too concerned when this beeyotch jumped me in the aisle, so why don't you just step back and let me get even?” Kat didn't wait for Craig to respond, instead she turned back to Avery, dipped low and looped her arms around the woozy brunette's right thigh. From there she hoisted it up and draped it over the stra--
“NNNGGHHH! NNNGGHHH! EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Avery couldn't help but cry out in pain when Kat took hold of the top rope to use as an anchor while she pumped Kneelift after Kneelift into her opponent's exposed right thigh! “CHEAP BITCH!” Christian mewled as she tried to push the blonde away from her wounded leg. “GET YOUR FAT LITTLE ASS AWAY FROM OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Kat grabbed hold of Avery's exposed inner thigh and dug in like she meant to tear muscle from bone! “Why don't you call for the ref, Ave?” Braddock taunted as she continued to work the Hammy Clamp. “Better yet, call out for Chrissy! Or Mommy! Maybe one of them can save you from--”
“Enough, Kat!” Craig didn't bother with a warning, he just slipped an arm around Braddock's waist and yanked her away from the corner. “Ignore me again and I'll--”
“What's wrong, Mommy Beth in your ear too?” Kat barked. “Gimme that!” She snatched the earpiece from the ref's ear, wiped it off on his shirt, then held it to her lips and cackled, “You should've sent Castle, Ma! Or at least Carpenter, they'd at least have a CHANCE to impose order! Better luck next time!” Kat threw the earpiece down, stomped it beneath on heel, then honed in on Avery. “Your mom says hi.” she smirked. “Also, you're a pathetic embarrassmAARRHH!”
Avery still had a leg draped over the middle rope, but her attention was on Kat, not to mention the ref preoccupied by broken equipment. Sensing an opportunity, the brunette lashed out with one hand to drag her nails across the Brat's eyes! Braddock wailed and wheeled around, the blonde swiping at her face in an effort to clear her vision.
“Stay on her, Avery.” Chrissy called to her charge. “Stay on her and make the bitch hurt.”
“On it.” Christian hissed as she tromped after the retreating blonde. Catching Kat in a rough Side Headlock once she caught up, Avery sprinted halfway across the squared circle, then hopped up and came down on her butt to THWONK Braddock's forehead against the canvas courtesy a Bulldog.
BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olnrv0EQAik
Kat shuddered without tumbling onto her back, so Christian hooked a Half Nelson and did it herself. “Hey, remember 'Mania two years ago when Stroud worked you over so bad you couldn't answer a ten count?”
“Fuuuuuhhhh....fuck you, ya pansy ass little mama's girl.” Braddock groaned. “I'll be headlining that show while you're tucked away in AccountAAAAAWWWWW BITCH!”
Avery braced a knee against Kat's heaving chest, curled her left hand into a claw and SLAPPED it down onto the blonde's belly. “I watched that match a lot, Kitty.” she teased. “Been practicing this hold too, just in case I needed to put you down. And ya know what? I think mine's better than the rock climber's!”
Braddock grit her perfect pearlies as she pumped her pelvis, trying to free herself from the predicament, but Christian kept the blonde down, digging her digits in deep.
“You need some more practicAHHHH!”
The Brat’s defiant words were cut short by the searing pain from her plush tummy, Avery knowing her former partner well enough to know her Achilles’ belly and the psychological issues that loss held over Kat.
“I’m going to churn that gut into a mottled mess, sweetheart. And you’re going to scream your surrender.”
Kat’s hands flew into her tousled golden locks, pulling at them to try and spread the pain as she squirmed fitfully, desperate for an escape.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!” she howled, eyes welling.
“Send your hand THROUGH that putz!” Chrissy shouted from the sidelines and Avery seemed ready and willing, working up a sweat, flexing fingers and pressing them into the softly tanned midriff of the mewling Brat.
“SAY IT!” Christian demanded.
Kat’s lower lip quivered but the words were squelched. After a good thirty seconds of clawing Kat’s aching abdomen, Avery pulled the fingers free, grimaced as she balled the tines, her hand cramping, then thrust a fist between the five rosy markers left in the quaking Kat.
“Who wants to be a repeat?” a kneeling Baby Boss huffed to her former partner. “I’ll beat you my own way.”
Christian tugged Braddock up with her and ran the fireplug to the ropes tossing her over. Kat crashed off the apron and ended in a groaning jumble on the arena floor.
Bethany’s only child engaged Long, again turning Craig’s line of sight.
“I want to commend you. You’re doing much better after our little talk.”
Outside, Daniel put shoe leather to her former protégé before picking up Braddock and going chest to considerable chest.
“You’re a knock-off,” Chrissy informed. “A basic bitch who’d still be on the beach if not for me. Guess what? That’s where you’ll be before summer ends.”
Chrissy fish-faced Kat’s cheeks with one hand and grabbed a wrist with the other. Daniel pivoted and sent Braddock racing down the length of the ring, The Brat running headlong into the steel ring steps with a CLANG finally drawing the referee’s attention.
Chrissy shrugged at a suspicious Craig.
“Clumsy putz tripped going up the steps. Lemme see if I can help her.”
“NO!” came the response from the official.
“Fine. Have it your way. Just trying to help.”
A wincing Braddock pulled herself up and crawled up the steps, the crowd roaring with pleasure over her misfortune.
“Get her back!” The Brat wearily demanded when reaching the ropes.
Long stepped between the combatants and Braddock rolled under. The blonde pushed to hands and knees and stared daggers at her former mentor.
“You’re going to the hospital, not the beach.”
Chrissy scoffed and chuckled. “Get up and take your beating.”
Kat seemed ready to respond, but Avery snatched her flaxen tresses and yanked Kat up to her haunches then put a knee to her foe’s chin, snapping Kat’s head back and pacifying her.
“You have better things to worry about, girlfriend.”
Christian pulled the rubbery Brat up the rest of the way, maneuvering her human Play-Doh into a Dragon Sleeper position. She raised a fist and called out to the FAWNatics.
“You ready for this?”
They gave an unadulterated ‘Hell yeah’ and Avery laid out, [/b]BANGING[/b] the back of Kat’s skull into the canvas with a Reverse DDT, leaving Braddock splayed in a wide spreadeagle.
Avery climbed aboard in a full body pin, bosom to bosom, pelvis to pelvis, pinning Kat’s arms high above her head at the wrists.
“You may count this bitch out, Craig.”
Long, already on the canvas, slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Braddock shoved a shoulder off the deck, rolling to her side beneath the mass of the Baby Boss and Bethany’s child was not amused.
“More humiliation? Suits me!” she growled. “Time to erase you from the history books.”
Avery rose, latched onto Kat’s golden tresses and dragged her cavewoman-style to the nearest corner. There, Avery tugged the groggy Braddock to her feet and pulled her pained face into a loving embrace, forcing Kat’s wide-eyed features deep into her chest, then clamping on tight in a Front Sleeper grip.
As Kat struggled breathlessly to free herself, Christian dipped to fling Braddock’s lower body high, planning to land the blonde’s shins on the top ropes either side of the top buckle to hit her infamous White Out.
But before Avery could lift, Braddock creased an elbow around the middle rope, tying her to the deck. A furious Baby Boss released her smothering grip and landed a wicked Chop to the clavicle of The Brat. Braddock’s smeared face pinched in pain, the stench of stale beer on the Quake drawing a pained look from Avery as well.
“Maybe I should have doused you after the match.”
Avery cupped Kat’s chin and raised her stooped visage for another blistering backhand when Kat’s right leg swung forward like a pendulum, splitting Avery’s abbreviated stems. Christian’s eyes rolled back as her hands flashed to her crotch. The dark-haired grappler went pigeon-toed while Chrissy caterwauls from the floor.
Spent but furious, Kat found the energy to emphatically switch positions with Christian, the back of the Baby Boss now against the buckles and with Avery otherwise frozen by the waves of pain emanating from down under, Kat lifted Christian’s chin and let loose with a barrage of Chops to the chest that have half the audience cheering and the other half jeering.
After a dozen, Kat turned and reached over a shoulder, grabbing Avery’s braincase in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmaring her foe to a seat on the mat. Surging forward, she planted a more legal boot into the base of Christian’s spine, adding to the woes of the Baby Boss, one of the raven-haired grappler’s hands tarrying between her thighs, another moving to her lower vertebrae.
Standing above and behind the mewling Quake, a snarling Kat fashioned her fingers into talons and scraped them across the face of her former partner, Avery yelping in pain, blinded by the vile swipe of Kat’s nails.
But the aggrieved Braddock’s not done with her claws, she leaned over and DUG them into Avery’s bounty, payback time for her bruised belly having arrived.
Kat’s claws hooked into Avery’s chest, Braddock squeezing for all she’s worth as the crowd berates her. Braddock drew her foe off the canvas by the vicious grips, Avery’s backside pulled away from the canvas by her gurls, Christian shrieking in anguish but with enough sense to lift her arms, cupped her laced fingers behind Kat’s noggin, and pressed the crown of her head to Braddock’s chin.
At the limited risk of having her bosom torn free, she resisted the urge to follow The Brat’s upward tugs and dropped her butt to the canvas, jaw-jacking the blonde.
Her grip broken, Kat turned and staggered to the corner where she leaned in, flexing her jaw and cursing under her breath, dark eyes narrowing in the direction of her one-time bestie.
Said former bestie wasn't doing all that well at the moment either, Avery still wincing after suffering the callous cruelty of Braddock's claws on her curves, not to mention that nauseating Low Blow. Still, the brunette had Chrissy and the crowd (sort of) on her side so she pounded a fist against the mat and clambered to boot-leather. “Come on then, you buttery little glob.” Christian demanded of her duplicitous partner. “You want to bring out your claws? Let's see how they compare to mine!”
Kat, who'd straightened up the instant Avery regained her feet, regarded the inferior Quake with outright disdain even as her hands curled into instinctual claws. “There is no comparison, baby girl. You were never my partner, you were just a way to get the door open. Once that was done, you were nothing but an anchor dragging me down.”
Christian extended a boot, pressed her toes to the mat and swept an invisible line between herself and the Brat. “You're the only dead weight in this ring, Kitty. It's no coincidence you couldn't get one up on that hag Sanders until I had your--”
Braddock stormed off the buckles on a beeline for the brunette. “You shut your mouth, Avery.” she growled. “That's a fucking lie and you--”
“The fuck it is.” Christian snapped back. “Chrissy's hawt new prodigy beats down a 'legend' that didn't even know who she was, but what happened when she was ready for ya? What happened when she got you inside a steel cage? You got beat one, two, three! Chrissy should've dumped your fat ass then and there, I guess she just didn't want to admit you were a total wash-OOOOWWWWWW!”
Kat didn't just cross the line Avery laid down, she obliterated it with a rough shove followed by a galvanized reapplication of the Breast Claw she'd worked a few moments prior. “I'M BETTER THAN YOU!” Braddock barked in Christian's face as she backed her across the canvas. “I'M BETTER THAN SANDERS, BETTER THAN WEST, I'M BETTER THAN EVERYAAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Avery answered with her own Breast Claw, the brunette making a point to prize Kat's juggs apart before SLAPPING them against one another no less than half a dozen times. “You've got a better mouth, I'll give ya that much, Kitty.” Christian's voice was tense as the Brat did her worst, but she gave just as good as she got. “And you sure as hell believe your own hype. Swear to god I've never met anyone as high on their own fumes as--”
“SHUT UP!” Kat shrieked before she abruptly went-up on tiptoe and whipped her head toward Avery's chest for another defibrillating Headbu--“HHHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Avery put an end to Braddock's heart-stopping efforts with a timely bit of vengeance in the form of a Kneelift slammed between the blonde's thighs! Craig Long squawked in irritation over this blatant disregard for the rules but neither Quake heard him as their attention was locked on the hated other. “You made the worst mistake of your life turning on me.” Avery murmured as Braddock abandoned her grips in favor of tending to her throbbing center. “We could've ruled this place side by side, but you got greedy and now? Now I'm--”
“You're gonna be another stepping stone on my path to greatneSSSUUUGGGH!”
The Baby Boss actually gifted her former with a groan of sympathetic anguish from the Spring Break throng when she SMASHED her noggin against Kat's left breast in a Heartbutt of her very own. Gagging on the bitter draught of her own medicine, Braddock crumpled to her knees only find herself drawn into a Standing Headscissors immediately thereafter. “Finish her off!” Chrissy shouted encouragement even as Avery wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. “We'll leave her on the curb, then go after that giant putz, Erza!” That sounded like a wonderful plan to Christian so she dipped her knees and muscled Kat up onto her shoulders just to THAWHAM her down on the back of her head and shoulders with a no-frills Powerbomb. Well maybe a single frill, as the second-generation superstar converted the landing into a Matchbook that left Kat's ankles up over her head and Christian's tummy pressed to her upturned haunches through a count of...
POWERBOMB W/ MATCHBOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQG4vNev6Lw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock shifted ever so slightly, yet it was enough to get her shoulder off the mat before Craig finished his tally. “Stay on her.” the Killer Imp advised when she saw her charge glare daggers at the official. “Putz used up everything she had kicking out just now. One more good shot and it's all over but the crying.”
Soothed by the thought of the traitorous blonde bawling her eyes out as she slunk back to the locker room after the bell, Avery worked her hands into the Brat's battle-damp locks and scraped her off the mat. “Gonna crush you one more time, Kitty.” Christian explained after driving a Kneelift into the pit of Braddock's fluttering tummy. “Ya know, for old time's sake.”
Kat huffed a curse that barely registered as a whisper so the Baby Boss grabbed hold of a wrist and sent the knock-kneed Quake toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Avery followed along only a few short steps behind, a decision she would come to regret when Braddock put on a burst of speed and hopped onto the middle rope. Not the rarefied air of the craziest Lightweights sure, yet the Brat demonstrated some more than capable wings when she leapt off and twisted 'round in mid-descent to THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash against her opponent's forehead!
SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zsR13SIVu0
Both fireplugs went down hard, Christian in a sprawl on her back while Braddock ended up on her tummy a short distance away. Currently the only one standing, Craig Long positioned himself between the weary Quakes and allowed them a few seconds to gather their reserves. When neither attempted to rise, he began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...”
Braddock let out a moan and pushed to all fours while Christian sat up and pressed the heel of one palm to the center of her forehead. Hearing her opponent stir provided a burst of adrenaline for both ladies that ensured they were on their feet by the time Craig reached “EIGHT.”
“Muuuhhhh... made one big mistake, Ave.” the Brat huffed to the Baby Boss.
“What, agreeing to be your partner? Yeah, I got that.”
“You told me what you were gonna do.” Kat answered with a sneering smile. “Should've just done it, now I'm--”
Christian charged in and dropped her shoulder for a Spear that met with disaster when the blonde simply stepped back and spiked a Toe Kick between the brunette's eyes! Avery stood up and reeled, her defenses so scrambled she didn't offer any resistance when Kat set both hands against her chest, then squatted down and shoved her high into the air! The sudden shift in elevation didn't do anything for Christian's equilibrium, nor did the massive Forearm Smash Braddock THWHACKED across her jaw on the way back down!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH @ 1:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLHuvXNmaGY
Avery landed on her feet and actually managed to keep them, at least for the several wobbly moments it took her to backpedal into the ropes. Sensing trouble, Chrissy hurried over and actually tried to grab hold of her protege's foot to keep her in the strands, but she was a heartbeat too late to prevent Avery from wandering out into deep water. As for the Brat, she'd headed for the opposite side of the squared circle, though her departure was far more sure-footed. Her return was much the same, albeit quite a bit more painful for Avery because she came in low and DROVE a shoulder into Christian's tummy to connect with the Spear her foe had flubbed only moments prior!
The blow damned near knocked Avery out of her boots while also driving her down on the back of her head and shoulders with whiplash-inducing force. It also left her in prime position for a pin, which was why the FAWNatics were rather surprised when the opportunistic blonde buried her hands in Avery's locks and hauled her to boot-leather. Corralling Christian's head in a Front Facelock as soon as she was able, Braddock slung the other woman's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed onto a handful of tights just above her left hip. A single effortful grunt muscled Avery off the mat, not for a Vertical Suplex, but a Cradle that saw both of her shins braced against Braddock's hips when the blonde caught hold of her left thigh. No hesitation from the Brat once her trap was set, she only rocked back on her heels and laid out full force to THWUNK the crown of Christian's skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo
Braddock released what’s left of her cradle, twisted to all fours and hovered over the unconscious heap that was the Baby Boss. Kat grinned at her former mentor, Chrissy stewing as Braddock dropped across the comatose Quake in a Crossbody pin. The Brat hooked a limp leg more to show off the flaccid limb of the raven-haired grappler than for any need to keep her former partner down.
Long slipped to the canvas and slapped out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Unsurprisingly, there’s not so much as a twitch from Avery, the Nap remaining perfect in closing out Braddock’s matches.
Kat pressed her palms into Christian’s body, one hand to Avery’s bounty, the other to her gulping tummy. She pushed up to her haunches and eyes the Imp on the outside.
“Out of respect for what he had,” Kat informed, “you can have her.”
Braddock rose and rolled Avery toward the ring’s edge with a boot to the ribs.
“But when she wakes up, tell her not to mess with my business again. YOU, on the other hand, have an ass whipping coming. Your awful advice led me astray in the Kylie rematch and now I’ll cement your has-been status.”
Chrissy grabbed a wrist of Christian and yanked her to safety, Avery pooling at her feet with a soft plop.
“Next month, putz,” Chrissy promised. “Why put off proving I was working with inferior material from the start?”
Kat motioned Daniel into the squared circle.
“Why wait?” The Brat retorts.
“Because you don’t call the shots, putz. The future Hall of Famer does.”
Chrissy pulled a stirring Avery to her feet and leaned the wobbly but vertical Christian against a shoulder, helping the Baby Boss toward the back as Kat reveled in the echoing hatred from the FAWNatics
The Brat brought a violent end to the burgeoning success of the tag team at March to War, just as the duo earned the opportunity to fight for the titles, Kat Braddock leaving both her partner and manager wrecked in her wake.
The blaring clatter of police sirens began and were quickly joined, then overwhelmed by an industrial dirge.
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
As Natalia Kills・'Problem' pumped over the speakers, the corporate progeny of FAWN's long-time commissioner strode onto the stage. The Baby Boss stood alone, but only for a moment, as one of the organization's most infamous, Chrissy Daniel, joined her now one and only protege.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
CHRISSY DANIEL
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, the CEO’s daughter possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery was enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seemed designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn't so much plunge as dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are gold, like the tag belts denied her by a treasonous cohort.
The fans general disdain for Bethany’s daughter was tempered by their loathing of the flaxen-haired Brat who betrayed her and there are cheers sprinkled with the jeers.
Avery seemed to care little as she and the Killer Imp head to the ring to gain revenge against a woman she thought her sister from another mister.
As Christian approached the squared circle, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd the Baby Boss is very much a 'dual threat', her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Reaching the steps, Chrissy massaged the shoulders of her charge before giving Avery final words of wisdom and sending her up.
Having ascended the metal, Avery stops for referee Craig Long to prop open the ropes. He sat on the middle, pushing up the top and Christian steps through, warning Long he should not have made her wait even for the single second she is delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery placed one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top cable, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty.
The Baby Boss mimed breaking Braddock in two like a twig, Avery sneering before dropping back to the canvas and moving to center stage.
The Announcer interrupted the festivities as Christian’s accompaniment lowers in volume.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of twenty minutes. Hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN…she is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!!!!!”
There’s a smattering of applause, but the attention of the Baby Boss is on the entrance above, Avery loudly demanding Kat come down and take her beating.
A repeat of the rumbles brought an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng, the masses knowing well who the aftershock is in this scenario.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when 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
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
In the ring, a raging Chrissy demanded HER music be cut, but the musical baton's been passed to her curvy, Gen Z counterpart. The ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat moves to center stage with a shit-eating 'yeah, I did it' grin. Kat settles and lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom blonde strode back and forth along the stage, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
Alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. Left to fend for herself. The golden-haired fireplug appears incredibly confident, enjoying being the one and only center of attention.
The curvy Quake strode toward her former compatriots, debuting new booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors'.
Kat's gear:
and Waiting center stage, Braddock reached behind her back to produce a mic as the Announcer heralded her arrival. 党And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!能~
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
The REAL California Quake raised her own mic and proclaimed, “Ladies. Ladies. Believe me when I say there’s no hard feelings. You were a necessary part of my evolution. As you are tonight. I understand why you’re upset. I’m casting you aside. But also understand it’s just a natural part of the process.
“Ave. When I Nap you. And…when you wake up. Consider joining Mom in the office. It really is your calling. God knows wrestling isn’t.”
Braddock dropped the microphone and started down the aisle with fire in her eyes. She was a little more than halfway down the aisle when Avery slipped Chrissy's (admittedly loose) reins and dove through the ropes to make a beeline for her former partner! Hardly surprised by the impulsive response from the Baby Boss, Kat spread her arms wide and called out, “Oh, you wanna start out here, mama's girl? Well c'mon then beeyotch, show me what you've got!”
The murderous snarl on Christian's face suggested she'd do that and a whole lot more, which was probably why Braddock abruptly zagged to the right and snatched a sloshing beer from the mitts of an unsuspecting dork in a Mercy Ellis tee-shirt. Wheeling back to the brunette once she was suitably armed, Kat reared back and hurled her IPA-rojectile into Avery's fa--“HHHRRRRGGHHH!”
Avery dipped into a crouch and exploded off her back foot to THWHUMP a shoulder into the pit of Braddock's belly! The sawed-off Spear took Kat down hard, the fireplug blonde gasping and clutching her aching abdominals much to the delight of the betrayed Quake. “You traitorous piece of shit, did you really think you could kick me to the curb without me kicking your overrated ass right up between your shoulders?” Avery sneered after a few brisk slaps gave way to a greedy double handful of the Kat's flaxen follicles.
“Duuuhhhh...damned right I did.” Braddock managed a few punches to Christian's midsection when the brunette hauled her off the floor, but they didn't have any of her usual power behind 'em. “You've always been a whiner, Ave. A bigger princess than Giselle for fuck's saHHRRGGH!” Avery pumped a trio of Kneelifts into Kat's tummy, then released the hair-hold so she could hunker down and cinch her arms around Braddock's waist. “GAAAAAAHHHH!” the Brat's dark eyes went wide with furious incredulity when that no-class nepotism hire muscled HER up on tiptoe with a gut-churning Bear Hug!
“Gonna crush you into obscurity tonight, brat.” Christian growled as she treated the blonde to a miserable taste of her own medicine. “That fuckery you pulled back at Heartbroken won't even register as a tremor in my career. Because I'm the only Quake that's gonna shake this place to its foundations. You? You're just the dead weight I had to jettison on my way to the topPEERRRGGHH! That all you got? No wonder you're so fucking jealous!”
Not about to take such blatant encroachment without a suitably violent response, Kat wrapped her arms around Avery's waist and punished her with an extremely strong squeeze, unfortunately as the over-Hug she also had to contend with the brunette's biceps which meant she couldn't bring her usual pressure to bear, no pun intended. Even so, that didn't stop her from scoffing at the Baby Boss' wild accusation. “Jealous? Of YOU? Honey, the only thing you have that I don't have in spades is a famous last name. And that ends tonight. I'm not just gonna crush you, I'm gonna ECLIPSE youWHOOAANNNGGHHH!”
Answering Hug be damned, Avery dipped her knees and muscled Braddock into the air just to go down on one knee and THUMP her crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop! The brunt collision loosened Kat's grip to the point that Avery simply shook free of it, but rather than repeat the groin-gouging collision she muscled Kat up on tiptoes and punished her with a mean little terrier shake that had the Brat groaning in pain!
Christian was about to give her 'partner' another earful when Craig Long hurried up beside his charges and said, “All right, Avery. You gotta bring this to the ring so I can call for the bell.”
“What if I don't, dork?” she challenged. “You gonna make me?”
The ref sighed, it was gonna be one of those matches, he just knew it. “No, but your mom said the camera angles are better in the ring.”
“Don't listen to her, Ave.” Braddock grunted / giggled. “She just wants everyone to have the best view when I humiliate your dumpy ass. Really, ya should've let me beat you up in the alley behind the Slaughtered Lamb, would've been less painNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Avery whipped off a smooth half turn, rushed forward and BWAAAANGED the mouthy Brat into the aisle-side guardrail with enough force to rock it back by several inches! Finally releasing her grip so Braddock could slump to a seat, Christian made a couple quick adjustments to her trunks, then looked to Craig and said, “Tell mother I'll be along shortly. Dealing with this clingy poseur has left me feeling parched.”
With the ref at least temporarily off her case, Avery set her attention on one of the fans crowding the barricade behind the hateful blonde traitor. “Excuse me, miss?” she asked of an older woman holding a beer in one hand and 'PORTIA, WE MISS YOU!' sign in the other. “Might I trouble you for your beverage? I'm sure they'll provide you a replacement at any of the refreshment kiosks, just mention my name.”
The woman treated herself to a final sip, then handed it over to Avery who offered cheers before doing the same. “My, that is refreshing.” she sighed. “Here Kat, try some.”
Now Craig Long didn't count himself as a fan of Kat Braddock, yet the official still cringed in dismay when the Baby Boss dumped the rest of the mostly full drink onto the blonde's bowed head! The FAWNatics however more than made up for his distaste with a thunderous round of cheers that only got louder when the brunette bounced the flimsy plastic cup offa Kat's noggin with a quiet 'pwonk!'
“BITCH!” Braddock sputtered as she mopped sodden curls from her brow. “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR OOOFFFFHHH!”
Avery plastered half a dozen stomps to Kat's midriff not just because it felt good, but to safeguard against excessive whining when she filled her hands with the blonde's hair and dragged her off the floor. “Ugh, you've always been sticky and gross.” Christian opined once she'd reeled Braddock into a grinding Side Headlock. “You're not a Quake, you're more like the rubble left by the aftermath.”
“Thuu... that what you told yourself when you woke up in the infirmary with bruised ribs?” Kat snarled. She was punching and clawing at the brunette's midsection but she was still too discombobulated to do much more than tag along when Avery started marching her back toward the squared circle. “Or is that what mommy told you? She DID come to see you in the hospital, didn't sheNNNGGHHH!”
A flinty-eyed Christian stuffed a broadside Kneelift into her opponent's belly to shut her up, then snatched a handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could to get the brat yowling again. “Who's gonna come visit you in the hospital, Kitty? That's what you should be worried about. Chrissy and I were the only two people in that locker room who gave a shit about you and you cast us aside like garbage.”
Saying it out loud made Avery angry all over again and rather than keep on talking she broke into a sprint and headed straight for the steel steps! Avery saw it rushing in and got her hands up to block the worst of it, alas Christian shifted tactics at the last second and drove her opponent's forehead into the ring-post with an ungodly BWUNK!
“Quaking with fear already, huh?” Avery chuckled as Braddock was wracked by a full body spasm. “Good, that's exactly how it should be!”
Shifting over to a trunks and tresses grip, Christian tugged Braddock away from the steel so she could spin 'round in a half circle and toss her under the bottom rope in a jiggling, jostling tangle of limbs. Long finally called for the bell, it's echoing CLANG serving as punctuation for Kat's not so grand return to the squared circle. Back on the outside, Avery strutted up the steps to the apron, but rather than slip through the ropes she chose to ascend to the top turnbuckle instead.
“Don't hesitate, kid!” Chrissy pounded her palms against the apron for emphasis. “Crush that rat right now!”
Avery didn't need to be told twice, she settled down into a tense crouch, then leapt out into the void, the second generation grappler earning an unusually positive reaction when she stretched out full length and brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMING down atop the former Quake's chest! Braddock coughed, started to roll to one side but Avery was having none of it. She shoved the blonde down flat, collected both legs in a snug bundle and proceeded to point her butt at the rafters with a Back Press good for the...
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5ieTPPjHKI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Brat kicked out with enough force to dash the dreams of anyone foolish enough to think anyone was going to blow her doors off. Didn't mean she was in a good way, though. Indeed her situation grew all the more dire when the Baby Boss latched onto a wrist and peeled her off the deck. Nudging the blonde back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock, Avery stepped off, dropped a shoulder and sent the Californian hurtling into the far corner with an Irish Whip.
Kat managed to twist around and take the impact back-first, just as Christian knew she would. That's why she was practically on top of the blonde before Braddock even turned around. All Kat caught was a blurred glimpse of white and gold and brown before Bethany's little girl left the canvas for a short, arcing leap that culminated in Kat crushed between buckles and bod!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iULxf0gWebg
Residual momentum bounced Christian away, though she certainly didn't go far. No, she only graced the blonde with a couple of steps worth of breathing room before she rushed in, mounted the bottom rope and wrapped her arms around Braddock's noggin. “Get in there, brat!” Avery demanded over the cheers of the throng as she yanked Kat's protesting face deep into the slopes of her decolletage! “Don't think I didn't catch those envious glances you're always shooting my way. I know you were wondering why mine are so much better. Well wonder no more!” Christian cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and squeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to bend Kat's button nose against the unforgiving strength of her sternum.
Braddock’s arms flailed wildly, her face disappearing into Avery’s bounty, air cut off by her chesty former bestie.
“Believe me,” Christian grunted as she sucked the energy from The Brat, “as awful as you look right now, this is the best place for your face.”
A struggling Kat didn't seem to agree, getting her palms on the brunette’s shoulders and trying to shove her foe off.
Braddock created enough space to gather a hasty breath only for Christian’s breasts to swallow her all over again. Kat returned to frantic twisting until Avery chose to retreat a couple steps and view the results.
Braddock slumped to a seat on the middle buckle, a steaming mess, make-up smeared by beer and cleavage condensation.
“What a way to announce your march to the top,” Avery hissed.
Christian rushed back in, leaping and driving a knee into the blonde’s drooping chin, snapping Kat’s head back, her beer-soaked mane whipping the sudsy excess into the first row.
Trying to regain some semblance of control, Long started a count for the Baby Boss to get her former partner out of the corner.
An insulted Avery turned on the official and read him the riot act, threatening his livelihood through her mother’s position.
As Christian engaged the referee in a discussion about his future employment, Chrissy hopped to the apron and reached over the top cable, wrapping an arm around Kat’s throat, choking the remaining life from the woman she ‘discovered’ beach fighting in the Golden State.
Braddock’s eyes bugged as she gasped for oxygen, a snarling Daniel’s arm cinching tighter around her neck.
“Who knew West could be right about something?” the Imp growls in the Quake’s ear. “You really are trashUHHH. BYTCH!”
It wasn’t exactly a Kat Nap, but a good stomp to Chrissy’s toes created enough slack for Braddock to spin free of the throttling from Daniel and NAILED the former three-time World Champion on the jaw, sending the ash blonde careening from the apron to the floor below.
Seeing what Long could strategically not, Christian ended her conversation, pushing past Craig and striding to a breathless Brat, only to get skewered by a Toe Kick to the tummy. Bent at the waist, the dark-haired grappler had no defense when a winded Kat, laced and locked her fingers and DROVE a double axhandle blow between the shoulderblades of the Baby Boss, sending Christian to one knee.
“When Mommy is trying to find the best place to hide you in the front office, I’ll be champion of the world.”
Braddock took off in a sprint to the ropes to Avery’s left, rebounded, and sent Avery through a low-level pirouette with a running Hip Check to a temple. The Brat moved to a stance directly above the splayed Baby Boss. She raised her arms high and wide, drawing an echoing round of boos, not easily done when taking advantage of Bethany’s progeny and a woman repped by the Killer Imp.
The flaxen-haired Brat fell forward into a handstand by the side of the flattened Avery. She held her place for a few moments, dripping cerveza onto the woman who provided her the bath, then dropped into a crouch on the way down to pump a pair of kneecaps into Christian’s midriff.
Avery jackknifed around the impaling knees, a breath bursting from between her lips, eyes wide. A rejuvenated Braddock popped to her feet.
“Get your ass up!” Kat demanded of her groaning foe, before reaching down and sinking her nails into Avery’s cleavage. She pulled Christian to her feet with the searing grips, releasing to take a step back and measure.
In a blink, Kat sent her forehead flashing, butting her noggin into the cleft of Christian’s bosom in her unique version of a heart ‘punch’. Avery staggered away, eyes crossing, legs jellied. She fainted into a corner, throwing her arms over the top rope on either side, facing into the buckles.
Immediately, Kat hustled to the opposite corner and charges, springing into the Orlando airspace from several feet out and SPLASHING against Avery’s six, sandwiching Christian hard, bosom to buckles.
Kat snatched the long wavy, ebony locks of the Baby Boss, unsoiled by IPA.
“Adrenaline only gets you so far, bitch. Then you need talent.”
Braddock POUNDED Avery’s face into the top buckle time and time again, the crowd unable to help themselves in counting all the way to TEN with each strike of braincase to buckle until Kat decides she’s done.
The Brat turned a rickety Avery to face her and traded her grip for a shoulder and wrist. Braddock heaved her fellow fireplug to the opposite corner, Christian sent sprinting toward her destination and turning just in time to THUMP her spine.
If once was good, twice would be better. And Kat raced toward another splash, this time Avery destined to get a taste of the blonde’s chest.
But as Kat took to the skies, Avery showed enough awareness to use the ropes to pull her frame clear and Braddock’s landing was altered significantly, her considerable bosom BANGING against the buckles.
As Kat rebounded in a U-turn away from the corner, the second-generation superstar surged toward her erstwhile teammate, spinning into a Discus Forearm Smash that delivered Braddock to the mat at high velocity.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Christian leaned against the nearby ropes, drawing in a few deep breaths before dipping to collect Kat’s noggin with both hands.
“The only thing softer than your head is your gut, bimbo.”
Avery tugged Kat to her feet and shoved her into the nearest corner. She closed the gap then took closed-fist liberties, POUNDING punches into plush abdomen of her fellow California Quake, Kat left gurgling and doubled after a half dozen swift combination uppercuts to the navel.
With Braddock softened, Christian scooped behind the blonde’s knees and lifted her foe to a seat on the top buckle.
“Time to show these people who can do more than brawl.” the Baby Boss informed.
Avery climbed to the middle ropes and pulled a limp arm of the blonde over her shoulders. Forcing The Brat up, she yanked Braddock into a single-leg cradle. The FAWNatics’ volume and tone rises perceptibly in anticipation. Avery didn't disappoint, sending both women hurtling backward with an Avalanche Fisherman’s Buster that rocks the ring courtesy mostly of a CRASHING KAT!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6RXq7rQyTM
A slightly less rocked Avery crawled to Kat’s carcass and dropped her body across the blonde’s in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Braddock shoves a shoulder off the canvas, momentarily keeping Avery from her rightful revenge.
Christian gave Long a disapproving glance as she moved to a kneeling position beside the wreckage but quickly turned her attention back to the depleted Brat, pulling Braddock’s head off the canvas by her golden locks.
THWACK!
Avery slapped the taste from her fellow Quake, Kat’s cheek reddening, Braddock’s consciousness far from cleared.
“The longer this goes, the less chance you have, sweetheart.” Christian enlightened. “Everyone knows your stamina is for shit.”
Kat’s response was instantaneous. A thumb flashed to Avery’s right eye. The Baby Boss shrieked in pain, turning away from the spent blonde.
“And everyone knows you’re a stupid bitch!” Braddock retorted.
As a risen Avery rubbed furiously at her injured socket, cursing not so much under her breath, Kat struggled to her feet, looking war-torn.
It didn't stop her from surging to her former partner and RIPPING Avery off the canvas with a scythe-like Clothesline, a half-blinded Christian turning into the Lariat before the back of her head bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Kat placed a boot on Avery’s left ankle and raised the brunette’s right leg, both hands tight around Christian’s ankle.
“I have a feeling,” Kat huffed, “you’ll be waddling more than usual after this.”
Avery’s palms pushed high and forward. She ‘washes windows’ plaintively before Kat fell to the right with the Baby Boss’ right leg in tow, trying to snap Avery’s groin muscles with a Wishbone Drop.
Christian sat bolt upright; a scream locked behind clenched teeth as she pressed both hands to the raging fire that was her right thigh. Beside her, a smirking Braddock knee-walked into place by the brunette's head, snatched double handful of hair and promptly whipped the base of her skull into the deck with a nasty THWHUNK! Of course one cranial collision wasn't nearly enough, not after the abuse Kat had suffered outside the ring, so no one was particularly surprised (or dismayed, it was still Avery after all) when the Gen Z Beach Cat yanked Christian's noggin up and proceeded to bounce it like a basketball half a dozen times.
Probably would've been closer to a baker's dozen if Craig hadn't interjected with, “That's enough, Kat. Either stand her up, or get your hands out of her hair.”
Braddock sneered at him but elected the first option as it allowed her to keep yanking and tugging on Avery's strained follicles. Not that things improved much for Christian with this return to boot-leather. Kat did half the hair-hold, true, but that was only so she had a hand free to deliver several taunting slaps across the brunette's cheek. And of course Long kept whining about the hair pull so Braddock swung into position beside the Baby Boss and braced her right calf against Christian's left shin. In the next instant she swept her leg forward and dropped to one knee, a swift adjustment that swept Avery off her feet and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face!
HAIRPULL FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeMu7y3yXx8
Christian let out an understandably nasal whine and flopped over onto her back, both feet beating at the canvas while she inspected her nose for any lingering damage. As for Braddock, she actually paid very little attention to her handiwork, choosing instead to move back to the brunette's feet and grab hold. “What, you didn't think I was done with these stubby little things, did you?” she asked once she was upright and both limbs wrenched into an awkward 'V'.
“I'm warning you, bitch.” Avery pulled a hand away from her face to point a finger in the blonde's direction. “You go after my trunks and you'll be sorrOOOFFFHH!”
Kat raised a boot and stomped down, though her heel skewered Christian's navel instead of environs farther south. “Mess with my trunks and you'll be sorry!” the Brat whined in a high, mocking falsetto. “Gawd, you sound like that hag, Kylie. But at least she's actually got some title runs to prop her up. What do you have besides me and Gramma Chrissy over there?”
“Keep your name out of my mouth, kid.” Daniel warned from outside. “You've got enough problems as it is.”
“Why don't you make me, putz?” Instead of waiting for an answer from the dinosaur, Kat went up on tiptoe and then dropped to her knees to wrench the former Quake's legs into another vicious near-split with her second Wishbone in as many minutes!
WISHBONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xa1ly28YUMk
Avery sat up just like before only now Braddock was all up in her business and she put the second-generation superstar right back down with a few rough Forearm Smashes to the chest. Once Christian's shoulders were down Kat set about stacking the trash by wedging her shoulders into the pits of Avery's knees and plowing forward until the brunette's boots were somewhere north of her ears. Braced against her foe's haunches in a domineering sort of push-up position, Braddock locked eyes with her old partner and growled, “Just stay down, Ave.” as the ref counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
Christian most certainly did not stay down, indeed she voiced a defiant bellow as she forced the blonde clear a whisper after 'TWO!'
“Fine.” Kat growled once she'd rolled to one knee. “You want to be a stubborn little shit? That just means you'll get a preview of what's coming for the Pleasant Valley Piss Break.”
“Luuuuhhhh...looking too far ahead, Kitty.” Avery had made it to all fours, albeit a few beats slower than her blonde counterpart. “You're never going to make it past me. I might toss what's left to Sanders so she can have a little bit more shine before I put her down for gooNNNGGGGHH!”
Kat knotted her hands into a single fist, hoisted it overhead and brought it smashing down on the nape of Christian's neck with a meaty THUD. “Don't even joke about that, Ave.” Braddock plunged her hands into Avery's dark locks and scraped her off the mat in stages. “Kylie Sanders is MINE. And anyone who gets in my way...” The Brat looped her arms around Christian's waist and bore down hard enough to put her up on tiptoe, but rather than work the Bear Hug she muscled the other fireplug off her feet entirely, then swept around in a half circle and laid out flat to THAWHAM Avery into the deck with a thunderous Belly to Belly Suplex!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-BIfmQ6vgk
Braddock reared back on her haunches in the aftermath and after a moment to survey the scene, treated the gaping brunette's sloshing juggs to a hard two-handed slap! “Still think you're going to shake this place to its foundations, babe?” Kat chided in the midst of hauling the Baby Boss to her feet. “Seems to me you're just shaking in your boots.”
“The hell I am.” Christian groaned. “I don't sweat a chick who smells like the floor of the concession stOOFFFH!”
Kat grabbed a Wristlock and used it to reel Avery into a Kneelift to the belly before shouldering her away with similar disregard. In the next instant she pointed the nepotism hire toward the opposite corner and sent her off at a remarkably unsafe speed. Christian managed to turn around before she collided with the buckles, though the lateness of her reversal guaranteed she had no time to avoid the little blonde bully who buried her with a THWHUMPING Avalanche Splash!
“Oh don't worry, I'm not going to jugg you out now.” Braddock giggled as a breathless Avery instinctively turned away from the fulsome slope of her former partner's cleavage. “I wanna hear your screams echoing in the cheap seats before I finish you--”
“You'll never finish anyone, you stumpy little troll.” Christian promised. “You signed your life away when you hit me with that chair, you're just too stupid to understand it NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Not about to suffer such disrespect from the poster-child for Take Your Kid to Work (and leave her there) Day, Kat mounted the middle rope and grabbed hold of Avery's hair so the brunette couldn't turn away when she smooshed her tummy against the Baby Boss' cheek. That was only prologue however, the real punishment came in the form of several short, sharp punches delivered to Christian's hairline, the sort of punches that prompted the FAWNatics to call out a running tally.
'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!'
Kat delayed the final blow so she could glare out at the crowd before jerking a thumb back in her own direction. “I'm not just the BEST California Quake!” she called to the jeering Orlando faithful. “I'm the ONLY California Quake!” With that she balled her hands into a Double Axehandle, then hopped off her mount and THUNKED it down on the crown of Avery's skull!
“Let's bring it back to the middle of the ring, OK Kat?” Craig said as he strode over to check on his charges.
“Oh, just can it, idiot!”Braddock snapped at the zebra. “You sure didn't seem too concerned when this beeyotch jumped me in the aisle, so why don't you just step back and let me get even?” Kat didn't wait for Craig to respond, instead she turned back to Avery, dipped low and looped her arms around the woozy brunette's right thigh. From there she hoisted it up and draped it over the stra--
“NNNGGHHH! NNNGGHHH! EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Avery couldn't help but cry out in pain when Kat took hold of the top rope to use as an anchor while she pumped Kneelift after Kneelift into her opponent's exposed right thigh! “CHEAP BITCH!” Christian mewled as she tried to push the blonde away from her wounded leg. “GET YOUR FAT LITTLE ASS AWAY FROM OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Kat grabbed hold of Avery's exposed inner thigh and dug in like she meant to tear muscle from bone! “Why don't you call for the ref, Ave?” Braddock taunted as she continued to work the Hammy Clamp. “Better yet, call out for Chrissy! Or Mommy! Maybe one of them can save you from--”
“Enough, Kat!” Craig didn't bother with a warning, he just slipped an arm around Braddock's waist and yanked her away from the corner. “Ignore me again and I'll--”
“What's wrong, Mommy Beth in your ear too?” Kat barked. “Gimme that!” She snatched the earpiece from the ref's ear, wiped it off on his shirt, then held it to her lips and cackled, “You should've sent Castle, Ma! Or at least Carpenter, they'd at least have a CHANCE to impose order! Better luck next time!” Kat threw the earpiece down, stomped it beneath on heel, then honed in on Avery. “Your mom says hi.” she smirked. “Also, you're a pathetic embarrassmAARRHH!”
Avery still had a leg draped over the middle rope, but her attention was on Kat, not to mention the ref preoccupied by broken equipment. Sensing an opportunity, the brunette lashed out with one hand to drag her nails across the Brat's eyes! Braddock wailed and wheeled around, the blonde swiping at her face in an effort to clear her vision.
“Stay on her, Avery.” Chrissy called to her charge. “Stay on her and make the bitch hurt.”
“On it.” Christian hissed as she tromped after the retreating blonde. Catching Kat in a rough Side Headlock once she caught up, Avery sprinted halfway across the squared circle, then hopped up and came down on her butt to THWONK Braddock's forehead against the canvas courtesy a Bulldog.
BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olnrv0EQAik
Kat shuddered without tumbling onto her back, so Christian hooked a Half Nelson and did it herself. “Hey, remember 'Mania two years ago when Stroud worked you over so bad you couldn't answer a ten count?”
“Fuuuuuhhhh....fuck you, ya pansy ass little mama's girl.” Braddock groaned. “I'll be headlining that show while you're tucked away in AccountAAAAAWWWWW BITCH!”
Avery braced a knee against Kat's heaving chest, curled her left hand into a claw and SLAPPED it down onto the blonde's belly. “I watched that match a lot, Kitty.” she teased. “Been practicing this hold too, just in case I needed to put you down. And ya know what? I think mine's better than the rock climber's!”
Braddock grit her perfect pearlies as she pumped her pelvis, trying to free herself from the predicament, but Christian kept the blonde down, digging her digits in deep.
“You need some more practicAHHHH!”
The Brat’s defiant words were cut short by the searing pain from her plush tummy, Avery knowing her former partner well enough to know her Achilles’ belly and the psychological issues that loss held over Kat.
“I’m going to churn that gut into a mottled mess, sweetheart. And you’re going to scream your surrender.”
Kat’s hands flew into her tousled golden locks, pulling at them to try and spread the pain as she squirmed fitfully, desperate for an escape.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!” she howled, eyes welling.
“Send your hand THROUGH that putz!” Chrissy shouted from the sidelines and Avery seemed ready and willing, working up a sweat, flexing fingers and pressing them into the softly tanned midriff of the mewling Brat.
“SAY IT!” Christian demanded.
Kat’s lower lip quivered but the words were squelched. After a good thirty seconds of clawing Kat’s aching abdomen, Avery pulled the fingers free, grimaced as she balled the tines, her hand cramping, then thrust a fist between the five rosy markers left in the quaking Kat.
“Who wants to be a repeat?” a kneeling Baby Boss huffed to her former partner. “I’ll beat you my own way.”
Christian tugged Braddock up with her and ran the fireplug to the ropes tossing her over. Kat crashed off the apron and ended in a groaning jumble on the arena floor.
Bethany’s only child engaged Long, again turning Craig’s line of sight.
“I want to commend you. You’re doing much better after our little talk.”
Outside, Daniel put shoe leather to her former protégé before picking up Braddock and going chest to considerable chest.
“You’re a knock-off,” Chrissy informed. “A basic bitch who’d still be on the beach if not for me. Guess what? That’s where you’ll be before summer ends.”
Chrissy fish-faced Kat’s cheeks with one hand and grabbed a wrist with the other. Daniel pivoted and sent Braddock racing down the length of the ring, The Brat running headlong into the steel ring steps with a CLANG finally drawing the referee’s attention.
Chrissy shrugged at a suspicious Craig.
“Clumsy putz tripped going up the steps. Lemme see if I can help her.”
“NO!” came the response from the official.
“Fine. Have it your way. Just trying to help.”
A wincing Braddock pulled herself up and crawled up the steps, the crowd roaring with pleasure over her misfortune.
“Get her back!” The Brat wearily demanded when reaching the ropes.
Long stepped between the combatants and Braddock rolled under. The blonde pushed to hands and knees and stared daggers at her former mentor.
“You’re going to the hospital, not the beach.”
Chrissy scoffed and chuckled. “Get up and take your beating.”
Kat seemed ready to respond, but Avery snatched her flaxen tresses and yanked Kat up to her haunches then put a knee to her foe’s chin, snapping Kat’s head back and pacifying her.
“You have better things to worry about, girlfriend.”
Christian pulled the rubbery Brat up the rest of the way, maneuvering her human Play-Doh into a Dragon Sleeper position. She raised a fist and called out to the FAWNatics.
“You ready for this?”
They gave an unadulterated ‘Hell yeah’ and Avery laid out, [/b]BANGING[/b] the back of Kat’s skull into the canvas with a Reverse DDT, leaving Braddock splayed in a wide spreadeagle.
Avery climbed aboard in a full body pin, bosom to bosom, pelvis to pelvis, pinning Kat’s arms high above her head at the wrists.
“You may count this bitch out, Craig.”
Long, already on the canvas, slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Braddock shoved a shoulder off the deck, rolling to her side beneath the mass of the Baby Boss and Bethany’s child was not amused.
“More humiliation? Suits me!” she growled. “Time to erase you from the history books.”
Avery rose, latched onto Kat’s golden tresses and dragged her cavewoman-style to the nearest corner. There, Avery tugged the groggy Braddock to her feet and pulled her pained face into a loving embrace, forcing Kat’s wide-eyed features deep into her chest, then clamping on tight in a Front Sleeper grip.
As Kat struggled breathlessly to free herself, Christian dipped to fling Braddock’s lower body high, planning to land the blonde’s shins on the top ropes either side of the top buckle to hit her infamous White Out.
But before Avery could lift, Braddock creased an elbow around the middle rope, tying her to the deck. A furious Baby Boss released her smothering grip and landed a wicked Chop to the clavicle of The Brat. Braddock’s smeared face pinched in pain, the stench of stale beer on the Quake drawing a pained look from Avery as well.
“Maybe I should have doused you after the match.”
Avery cupped Kat’s chin and raised her stooped visage for another blistering backhand when Kat’s right leg swung forward like a pendulum, splitting Avery’s abbreviated stems. Christian’s eyes rolled back as her hands flashed to her crotch. The dark-haired grappler went pigeon-toed while Chrissy caterwauls from the floor.
Spent but furious, Kat found the energy to emphatically switch positions with Christian, the back of the Baby Boss now against the buckles and with Avery otherwise frozen by the waves of pain emanating from down under, Kat lifted Christian’s chin and let loose with a barrage of Chops to the chest that have half the audience cheering and the other half jeering.
After a dozen, Kat turned and reached over a shoulder, grabbing Avery’s braincase in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmaring her foe to a seat on the mat. Surging forward, she planted a more legal boot into the base of Christian’s spine, adding to the woes of the Baby Boss, one of the raven-haired grappler’s hands tarrying between her thighs, another moving to her lower vertebrae.
Standing above and behind the mewling Quake, a snarling Kat fashioned her fingers into talons and scraped them across the face of her former partner, Avery yelping in pain, blinded by the vile swipe of Kat’s nails.
But the aggrieved Braddock’s not done with her claws, she leaned over and DUG them into Avery’s bounty, payback time for her bruised belly having arrived.
Kat’s claws hooked into Avery’s chest, Braddock squeezing for all she’s worth as the crowd berates her. Braddock drew her foe off the canvas by the vicious grips, Avery’s backside pulled away from the canvas by her gurls, Christian shrieking in anguish but with enough sense to lift her arms, cupped her laced fingers behind Kat’s noggin, and pressed the crown of her head to Braddock’s chin.
At the limited risk of having her bosom torn free, she resisted the urge to follow The Brat’s upward tugs and dropped her butt to the canvas, jaw-jacking the blonde.
Her grip broken, Kat turned and staggered to the corner where she leaned in, flexing her jaw and cursing under her breath, dark eyes narrowing in the direction of her one-time bestie.
Said former bestie wasn't doing all that well at the moment either, Avery still wincing after suffering the callous cruelty of Braddock's claws on her curves, not to mention that nauseating Low Blow. Still, the brunette had Chrissy and the crowd (sort of) on her side so she pounded a fist against the mat and clambered to boot-leather. “Come on then, you buttery little glob.” Christian demanded of her duplicitous partner. “You want to bring out your claws? Let's see how they compare to mine!”
Kat, who'd straightened up the instant Avery regained her feet, regarded the inferior Quake with outright disdain even as her hands curled into instinctual claws. “There is no comparison, baby girl. You were never my partner, you were just a way to get the door open. Once that was done, you were nothing but an anchor dragging me down.”
Christian extended a boot, pressed her toes to the mat and swept an invisible line between herself and the Brat. “You're the only dead weight in this ring, Kitty. It's no coincidence you couldn't get one up on that hag Sanders until I had your--”
Braddock stormed off the buckles on a beeline for the brunette. “You shut your mouth, Avery.” she growled. “That's a fucking lie and you--”
“The fuck it is.” Christian snapped back. “Chrissy's hawt new prodigy beats down a 'legend' that didn't even know who she was, but what happened when she was ready for ya? What happened when she got you inside a steel cage? You got beat one, two, three! Chrissy should've dumped your fat ass then and there, I guess she just didn't want to admit you were a total wash-OOOOWWWWWW!”
Kat didn't just cross the line Avery laid down, she obliterated it with a rough shove followed by a galvanized reapplication of the Breast Claw she'd worked a few moments prior. “I'M BETTER THAN YOU!” Braddock barked in Christian's face as she backed her across the canvas. “I'M BETTER THAN SANDERS, BETTER THAN WEST, I'M BETTER THAN EVERYAAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Avery answered with her own Breast Claw, the brunette making a point to prize Kat's juggs apart before SLAPPING them against one another no less than half a dozen times. “You've got a better mouth, I'll give ya that much, Kitty.” Christian's voice was tense as the Brat did her worst, but she gave just as good as she got. “And you sure as hell believe your own hype. Swear to god I've never met anyone as high on their own fumes as--”
“SHUT UP!” Kat shrieked before she abruptly went-up on tiptoe and whipped her head toward Avery's chest for another defibrillating Headbu--“HHHHRRRGGHHHH!”
Avery put an end to Braddock's heart-stopping efforts with a timely bit of vengeance in the form of a Kneelift slammed between the blonde's thighs! Craig Long squawked in irritation over this blatant disregard for the rules but neither Quake heard him as their attention was locked on the hated other. “You made the worst mistake of your life turning on me.” Avery murmured as Braddock abandoned her grips in favor of tending to her throbbing center. “We could've ruled this place side by side, but you got greedy and now? Now I'm--”
“You're gonna be another stepping stone on my path to greatneSSSUUUGGGH!”
The Baby Boss actually gifted her former with a groan of sympathetic anguish from the Spring Break throng when she SMASHED her noggin against Kat's left breast in a Heartbutt of her very own. Gagging on the bitter draught of her own medicine, Braddock crumpled to her knees only find herself drawn into a Standing Headscissors immediately thereafter. “Finish her off!” Chrissy shouted encouragement even as Avery wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. “We'll leave her on the curb, then go after that giant putz, Erza!” That sounded like a wonderful plan to Christian so she dipped her knees and muscled Kat up onto her shoulders just to THAWHAM her down on the back of her head and shoulders with a no-frills Powerbomb. Well maybe a single frill, as the second-generation superstar converted the landing into a Matchbook that left Kat's ankles up over her head and Christian's tummy pressed to her upturned haunches through a count of...
POWERBOMB W/ MATCHBOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQG4vNev6Lw
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock shifted ever so slightly, yet it was enough to get her shoulder off the mat before Craig finished his tally. “Stay on her.” the Killer Imp advised when she saw her charge glare daggers at the official. “Putz used up everything she had kicking out just now. One more good shot and it's all over but the crying.”
Soothed by the thought of the traitorous blonde bawling her eyes out as she slunk back to the locker room after the bell, Avery worked her hands into the Brat's battle-damp locks and scraped her off the mat. “Gonna crush you one more time, Kitty.” Christian explained after driving a Kneelift into the pit of Braddock's fluttering tummy. “Ya know, for old time's sake.”
Kat huffed a curse that barely registered as a whisper so the Baby Boss grabbed hold of a wrist and sent the knock-kneed Quake toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Avery followed along only a few short steps behind, a decision she would come to regret when Braddock put on a burst of speed and hopped onto the middle rope. Not the rarefied air of the craziest Lightweights sure, yet the Brat demonstrated some more than capable wings when she leapt off and twisted 'round in mid-descent to THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash against her opponent's forehead!
SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zsR13SIVu0
Both fireplugs went down hard, Christian in a sprawl on her back while Braddock ended up on her tummy a short distance away. Currently the only one standing, Craig Long positioned himself between the weary Quakes and allowed them a few seconds to gather their reserves. When neither attempted to rise, he began to count. “ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...”
Braddock let out a moan and pushed to all fours while Christian sat up and pressed the heel of one palm to the center of her forehead. Hearing her opponent stir provided a burst of adrenaline for both ladies that ensured they were on their feet by the time Craig reached “EIGHT.”
“Muuuhhhh... made one big mistake, Ave.” the Brat huffed to the Baby Boss.
“What, agreeing to be your partner? Yeah, I got that.”
“You told me what you were gonna do.” Kat answered with a sneering smile. “Should've just done it, now I'm--”
Christian charged in and dropped her shoulder for a Spear that met with disaster when the blonde simply stepped back and spiked a Toe Kick between the brunette's eyes! Avery stood up and reeled, her defenses so scrambled she didn't offer any resistance when Kat set both hands against her chest, then squatted down and shoved her high into the air! The sudden shift in elevation didn't do anything for Christian's equilibrium, nor did the massive Forearm Smash Braddock THWHACKED across her jaw on the way back down!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH @ 1:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLHuvXNmaGY
Avery landed on her feet and actually managed to keep them, at least for the several wobbly moments it took her to backpedal into the ropes. Sensing trouble, Chrissy hurried over and actually tried to grab hold of her protege's foot to keep her in the strands, but she was a heartbeat too late to prevent Avery from wandering out into deep water. As for the Brat, she'd headed for the opposite side of the squared circle, though her departure was far more sure-footed. Her return was much the same, albeit quite a bit more painful for Avery because she came in low and DROVE a shoulder into Christian's tummy to connect with the Spear her foe had flubbed only moments prior!
The blow damned near knocked Avery out of her boots while also driving her down on the back of her head and shoulders with whiplash-inducing force. It also left her in prime position for a pin, which was why the FAWNatics were rather surprised when the opportunistic blonde buried her hands in Avery's locks and hauled her to boot-leather. Corralling Christian's head in a Front Facelock as soon as she was able, Braddock slung the other woman's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed onto a handful of tights just above her left hip. A single effortful grunt muscled Avery off the mat, not for a Vertical Suplex, but a Cradle that saw both of her shins braced against Braddock's hips when the blonde caught hold of her left thigh. No hesitation from the Brat once her trap was set, she only rocked back on her heels and laid out full force to THWUNK the crown of Christian's skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo
Braddock released what’s left of her cradle, twisted to all fours and hovered over the unconscious heap that was the Baby Boss. Kat grinned at her former mentor, Chrissy stewing as Braddock dropped across the comatose Quake in a Crossbody pin. The Brat hooked a limp leg more to show off the flaccid limb of the raven-haired grappler than for any need to keep her former partner down.
Long slipped to the canvas and slapped out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Unsurprisingly, there’s not so much as a twitch from Avery, the Nap remaining perfect in closing out Braddock’s matches.
Kat pressed her palms into Christian’s body, one hand to Avery’s bounty, the other to her gulping tummy. She pushed up to her haunches and eyes the Imp on the outside.
“Out of respect for what he had,” Kat informed, “you can have her.”
Braddock rose and rolled Avery toward the ring’s edge with a boot to the ribs.
“But when she wakes up, tell her not to mess with my business again. YOU, on the other hand, have an ass whipping coming. Your awful advice led me astray in the Kylie rematch and now I’ll cement your has-been status.”
Chrissy grabbed a wrist of Christian and yanked her to safety, Avery pooling at her feet with a soft plop.
“Next month, putz,” Chrissy promised. “Why put off proving I was working with inferior material from the start?”
Kat motioned Daniel into the squared circle.
“Why wait?” The Brat retorts.
“Because you don’t call the shots, putz. The future Hall of Famer does.”
Chrissy pulled a stirring Avery to her feet and leaned the wobbly but vertical Christian against a shoulder, helping the Baby Boss toward the back as Kat reveled in the echoing hatred from the FAWNatics