Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:20:49 GMT
The FAWNatics are at a low hum as they prepare for the home stretch of the biggest card of the year. Behind the curtain, the organization’s resident beach-fighting Brat stands nervously, shifting on the balls of her feet, waiting for her cue and the opportunity to cement her position among the top of the company’s roster.
Having plucked the wings of the California Angel at Red, white and Bruised, the California Quake would soon find out if she’s the Big One or nothing more a moderate tremor.
Against her would be a woman, nee a King, who’d made a living globetrotting around the world, successfully defending the Lightweight Title, while putting her name amongst the pantheon, even while rarely fighting on the organization’s home ground.
Tonight would be one such delicacy for the locals and The Brat surely wanted to take advantage of her golden ticket, making certain to keep the gilded belt close to sweet home Orlando.
As a Richter scale rumble traverses through the arena’s sound system, the expectant buzz changes to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses knowing all too well what the thunder means.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
The ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde moves to center stage with a shit-eating ‘I’m the biggest bytch in town’ grin. Braddock settles and lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers pop open. She raises her arms high and wide and strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The curvy Quake sashays toward the battleground in her 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.
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Dawdling ringside, Kat moves toward the announcer’s table as he provides Braddock’s introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. Introducing. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone relatively early in her career.
Braddock snatches the amplifier from the man’s hand and draws it close. She traipses up the steps, wide grin parting full pink lips. Slipping through the ropes, she moves to the middle as her music fades.
“All you people need to shut your mouths and listen to a some truth-telling.”
The emphatic invitation doesn’t set well with those in attendance, the crowd’s jeering growing louder still.
“The King’s reign is over,” Kat continues. “I’m going to tie that madhouse monarch in knots tighter than the one on her black belt. Woman’s got the impression I’m another pretender to the throne when the fact is I’m a whole different animal than she’s found anywhere on the face of planet Earth.”
“Maria! Come face the Natural Disaster. The Legend Leveler. The Beach Badass who’s gonna leave you drowsy and drooling as you slink away to your next career, teaching judo to ten-year-olds at the local strip mall. Your title. Your name. Your belt. All gone, bytch!”
Kat drops the microphone and sidles seductively to her corner, the buckles farthest from the entry above. She hops to the middle ropes and takes a seat on the top buckle, seemingly at ease she’s about to win the biggest match of her career.
With Cali backside barely placed on the leather covering, ’Paper Planes’ by M.I.A. heralds the entrance of King Maria the First, judoka extraordinaire and FAWN’s first regal Lightweight Champion.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewRjZoRtu0Y )
Alves steps through the curtains and surveys her subjects, dressed in a white gi and black belt, albeit much more form fitting than regulation typically allowed.
MARIA ALVES
Unlike her standard judo-wear, the cheeky champion continues to go without pants for her professional wrestling matches at the behest of the marketing and wardrobe departments, bare below the hips save for a pair of black bikini bottoms to preserve her modesty.
A gilded scepter in her hand and a diamond encrusted coronet atop her head remind her audience of Maria’s royal standing. The Lightweight title strap lays across her left shoulder, the judoka electing not to wear it around her waist so not to obscure the dark cotton belt serving as a testament to her prodigious martial artistry.
Excited to have Alves and the belts she possesses still in O-Town, despite her less than august tactics and ignoble victory against their beloved Kylie, the throng provides the King a majestic welcome only overshadowed when the royal introduction is made.
“AND…ON HER WAY TO THE RING… AT FIVE FOOT FOUR AND ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN POUNDS… SHE IS YOUR LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… YOUR HIGHNESS… KING MARIAAAA AAAAAALLLVVEESSSSSS!”
Accompanying the King are a quartet of towering Amazons dressed in the manner of Roman legionnaires -- each armored in a bronze-plated cuirass, pleated skirt, leatherbound sandals, and knee-high greaves while carrying a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. The members of the kings’ guard flank their master on four corners as she calmly pads down the entrance ramp on her bare feet, occasionally bobbing her head to the beat of her music.
Reaching the ring, her entourage leads their King up the ring steps. They enter and open the ropes wide for their liege. Alves slips through and, together, they claim the center of the squared circle, shooing Braddock out of the ring.
With the size and number of ‘eunuchs’, Kat decides to accede to the demand, leaving the ring to the champion.
One of the King’s loyal ‘eunuchs’ produces a microphone and hands it to her.
“Greetings and salutations, humble peasants. Despite my better judgement, you are again graced by my regal presence! Huzzah!”
Maria speaks to a mostly silent arena, the FAWNatics absorbing the surreal atmosphere the King’s presence afforded. The stoic reception doesn’t dampen the sovereign’s spirits.
A second eunuch presents a scroll and unfurls it for her king to read.
“As your King, it is my duty and divine right to conquer and enslave foreign lands and peoples,” Alves says to confused murmurs from the crowd, “This I have done for many months. From lands as far afield as England, the Philippines to the most exotic locales of Iowa and Texas. And now I have come home to confirm to my subjects, there is no one greater nor humbler than I. And now I find I must save all of you from a natural disaster.”
Maria motions Kat back into the ring.
“This sad little homeless urchin while large of bosom is small of brain. And while certainly a disaster, she’s anything but natural. As my first Mania proclamation, my promise to all good subjects is to show a natural beauty can best a surgically altered canned ham.”
Braddock furiously rages at lead official Nick Castle, Kat demanding the ref remove the ‘eunuchs’ from the ring so the fight can get underway.
“So let this courtesan have at me Ser Nicholas, so she can be dispatched with the utmost haste. Huzzah.”
Maria hands her scepter, crown, microphone and belt to her loyal King’s guard, one item for each, then bids them exit. She motions for the bell and a confused timekeeper shrugs but obeys.
With the crowd ready for an fascinating contrast in styles between the martial artistry of the champion and the wild mayhem of the challenger, Maria and Kat circle out of their corners, the orbits slowly coming together toward a collar-and-elbow when Kat’s claws flash toward Alves’ eyes.
The King deftly snatches each wrist before the blonde can scrape her nails across the royal peepers and drops to the canvas, heaving Braddock through a double armdrag. The Brat tumbles through the landing and pops back to her feet.
The vertically-challenged fireplug suppresses a hint of embarrassment that becomes anger when King Maria holds out her left hand, as if Kat is meant to kiss the non-existent ring on the regal’s appropriate digit.
Growling, a steaming Braddock charges with double-axhandle raised and is met by the raised knee of a pivoting Alves. The bony joint impales the plush tummy of the blonde with the force sending Braddock flipping to the canvas, Kat landing on her ass.
Alves drives a soccer kick into the base of The Brat’s spine, Kat’s back arching, her chest thrust forward. With her challenger vulnerable, Maria slips to a seat behind Braddock. She snakes her arms under and around those of the former beach-fighter, capturing the limbs in a full nelson. The brunette’s legs fold around the midriff of her foe and press tightly into Kat’s Achilles’ midriff.
A domineering King shakes her foe wildly from side to side, playing with Kat like she’s the ball of yarn. Maria leans her lips close to Kat’s right ear.
“You’ll never be in my class, beach bum.”
A livid Braddock leans her head forward then swings it back into Alves’ chin, snapping Maria’s head back and breaking her concentration in the process. The Brat shakes loose of the King’s grip and rolls to her feet.
Kat charges the seated, jaw-massaging regal and sends a boot toward the braincase of the brunette. A quick-thinking Maria drops to her back, avoiding the blow, then kips to her feet, pointing at her temple to show her brilliance.
As she nonchalantly turns to face her overmatched foe, Maria’s nearly RIPPED in two by a vicious spear from the increasingly motivated Quake. Braddock PLOWS through the King, planting Maria to the mat with the nasty tackle. Ending in a seated straddle of Alves’ splayed frame, Kat’s more straightforward approach comes to the fore as she pounds away with both fists, most blocked by the Brazilian’s raised defenses but enough get through to convince the King she wants nothing to do with this position.
Thrusting her pelvis upward, Alves bucks The Brat overhead and pushes to her feet. Bent and swaddling her aching abdomen with an arm, Maria makes space between she and her challenger. The excitable blonde bully wants nothing of the distance, closing it in seconds, forcing the King to tie-up.
The curvy Quake pivots and yanks Maria into a tight side headlock, the Cali girl working Alves’ noggin just above her hip, grinding away. Maria gets her palms to Braddock’s hips and shoves her foe off, Chrissy Daniel’s former protégé using the push for momentum on a race to the ropes. Kat rebounds and buries a shoulder into Maria, heavily dropping the judoka to the canvas.
A startled Maria looks upon the hovering Kat above.
“Thank God I’ll never be in your class, bytch,” Braddock shouts.
The blonde skips over Alves, heading for the opposite strands. As she does, the judoka scrambles to her bare tootsies and spins to face the rebounding fireplug.
The Brat has the same agenda as her last trip, burying a shoulder toward Maria’s chest for another knockdown. But the limber titleholder spins into a delving side kick to the Quake’s belly.
With Kat stopped in her tracks, Maria grabs her foe’s right arm, pushes tight to the blonde, spins away from her adversary and sends Braddock flipping with a Seionage.
Seionage ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEW9SfI5xg ) 1:50
Still in possession of Kat’s arm, Maria folds the limb and drops to scissors the arm.
Short arm scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg ) :03
Castle jumps to Braddock’s side, asking if she wants to surrender. A wincing but angry Braddock takes a swing at the official, advising him to shut his trap.
Ignoring the pain as best she can, The Brat back somersaults. And while the stubborn Alves retains her grip with Kat now on her knees, the judoka’s shoulders are on the deck for…
ONE…
TWO…
Maria releases her scissors to escape the count, beating Kat to her feet by a second. It’s an important one as when Braddock attempts to clothesline the lightweight champion to the deck, the King ducks the scythe-like arm, wrapping her right arm around the head of The Brat after the miss. Showing both strength and knowledge, the black belt vaults Kat HIGH into the air and PLANTS her with a ring-rattling Uranage.
Uranage ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aCvRWJ8vBU ) :20
With the curvy, flaxen-haired fighter in a demolished spreadeagle, the King lays across her spent subject in a lateral press, not bothering to hook a lifeless leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kat kicks loose, tossing a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side, dark eyes wide and glazed, the crowd groaning in disappointment. Despite the judoka’s enraging arrogance, she’s clearly the best alternative for the sellout swarm.
Pulling her challenger to a seated position, the King grabs the blonde’s arms at the elbows and takes a similar position behind her foe. Leaning back, the black belt foregoes modesty and raises her tawny, sinewy stems, locking her ankles behind the head and neck of the Cali Quake. The scissors at the same time traps Kat’s arms and the Lotus Lock is secure.
Lotus Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecvTkkAMY50 ) :04
Maria presses her legs forward, pressurizing Braddock’s neck, forcing the blonde’s chin to her abundant chest. Again Castle’s at the ready, asking if Braddock wants to give up her chance at title gold. Kat yelps out a pained but emphatic ‘NO’. She kicks her legs trying to find purchase, but Alves continues to work her challenger.
Unable to break loose from the perfectly applied submission, Kat gets her boot soles beneath her and pushes backward, rolling Maria onto her shoulders, Braddock bridging above for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Maria throws her weight forward and the duo are brought back to their previous position, Kat still locked in place. But the King is impatient. She unlocks her scissors to bash away with a heel to the back of Braddock’s skull until she’s satisfied. Releasing the challenger, Alves pushes to her feet. A freed Kat rolls to the ropes and slides out, raising her hands to form a ‘T’.
The FAWNatics inform the fuming Brat there are no time-outs in wrestling and the curvy Quake makes certain they’re aware she’s not concerned with their opinion. But with her eyes on the attendees, Braddock is oblivious to Maria joining her on the outside, around a corner of the squared circle. The crowd isn’t about to give Kat any cures as Alves races around to mete out further punishment.
But Kat shows the fighting savvy of her erstwhile mentor Chrissy, turning precisely in time to deliver a superkick to the chin of the charging judoka. The flush impact stiffens the Brazilian like a board and she timbers to the thinly-padded arena floor.
With Nick’s count growing, the challenger slides into and out of the ring to restart the ref at ‘ONE’. Kat sinks her nails into Maria’s dark bun of hair and tugs Alves to her feet. Racing the champion down the length of the ring, Braddock flings the King toward the steel ring steps from several feet out. Maria’s able to turn slightly to take the ‘clanging’ impact against a shoulder but she looks a hot mess in the aftermath, the stairs pushed off their moorings from the force of the impact.
Braddock turns her attention to the FAWNatics, berating them for supporting the King and/or not realizing her grandeur, it difficult to know which caused Kat more indigestion.
“Not that she’s a legend, but I’m putting an end to her too,” Braddock bellows in defiance.
She sinks a hand around Maria’s bun and pulls Alves to a seat on what left of the steps by the hair. The Brat pats her foe’s head then swivels and PLANTS a spinning heel kick to Alves’ chin, sending the tawny-skinned South American tumbling over the wreckage, becoming part of it herself.
Kat rolls in the ring, winks at Castle, and rolls out. She grabs the King by a wrist and shoulder and buggywhips Maria under the bottom rope, Kat rolling in after her foe.
Braddock pushes to her feet and moves to Maria, the judoka starfished, trying to shake some senses back into place. Braddock collects Alves’ left leg at the ankle, raising it high. She places a boot sole on Maria’s right ankle and gazes down at the champion.
“Hope you enjoy this. I know I will.”
Kat drops to the canvas with the left leg in tow, forcing a vile set of splits from Maria. While the Brazilian’s training limits the sting, her groin muscles are stretched well beyond the point of comfort and it turns to outright anguish when Braddock pushes the possessed ankle further from the other, raising her arms above her head, forcing the judoka to a leggy single-file.
“Ask her,” The Brat shouts at Nick. He does. Maria shakes her head, no particularly royal-level of boldness forthcoming.
Frustrated her Wishbone isn’t achieving the desired results, the Cali Quake releases her grip and sends a pointed elbow plowing into the King’s privates.
Maria squeaks in agony, sitting up, legs wide, face twisted in anguish as her hands bury at the juncture of her thighs. A grinning Braddock nods in the direction of Alves’ welled eyes.
“The King is dead. Long live the Queen.”
As Maria struggles to reach her knees without the use of her massaging hands, Kat pushes to her feet and plays to the jeering masses. She strides casually to the farthest corner, leaning in, arms over the top rope on either side, enjoying a breather as Maria fights to find her bearings.
Satisfied her adversary is ready for more, Braddock pushes away from the buckles, her short, curvy frame rushing across the canvas. Pivoting as she launches form a few feet out, Kat THUMPS the side of Maria’s noggin with a running hip check the sends the lightweight champion tumbling in a pinwheel from her kneel, ending face down and unmoving.
The challenger drops to her knees next to the splayed judoka and shovels Maria to her back with both arms. The blonde badass presses tight to her sinewy foe in a crossbody pin, hooking Alves’ far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maria kicks loose, shoving a shoulder off the mat, the King receiving rare support from her subjects for preventing the gold from being transferred to Braddock.
Kat is not amused.
The former beach-fighter grabs a wrist and pulls Maria to unsteady feet. Aiming the dark-haired grappler to the far buckles, Braddock Irish Whips her foe to the distant corner, Maria turning into a rugged, back-first collision.
Chasing after the champion, Kat launches and NAILS Alves with a Beachy Crossbody attack that leaves the King bent at the waist and groaning, Kat nimbly floating through the ropes to the outside.
Beach Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8 )
Piefacing Maria in the back of the head, the blonde sends her highness stumbling a few steps toward center stage. The Brat climbs the corner from the outside, carefully placing her steps, unaccustomed to going topside but ready to do anything to emerge with her first FAWN gold.
As a clueless Maria slowly turns in her direction, Kat dives off her perch with arms raised and fingers laces, ready to drop a Paul Bunyan-sized axhandle blow, but The Brat’s plans are short-circuited when the judoka swings a side kick into the blonde’s plush tummy. Left vertical but bug-eyed, bent and gasping, Kat can’t muster resistance when an aching but motivated King pulls Braddock’s lowered head between her thighs.
Wrapping her arms around the tanned midriff of the challenger, the judoka RIPS Kat off the canvas, flipping Braddock up her body then over, PLANTING the Quake into the canvas with a ring-rattling Flapjack Facebuster.
Flapjack Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAqWqxgaRhY )
The jarring impact leaves Braddock out on her face and chest, curvy frame twitching but otherwise unmoving, while a weary Alves takes a moment to draw in a couple deep breaths then push to the pads of her bare feet.
Alves strides to her challenger and shoves Braddock to her back with an emphatic nudge from foot to shoulder. Moving to a standing, reverse-facing straddle of the blonde, the judoka collects and folds Braddock’s abbreviated stems in a figure four, bundling the limbs together in her arms. The King twists in a 180, returning Kat to her chest and in dire straits, the martial artist having captured the Cali Quake within her Gorilla Clutch.
Gorilla Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg )
Not only torturing the blonde’s legs, the skilled sovereign leans Kat’s stems forward, testing Braddock’s vertebrae, The Brat’s spinal column curved in a way never intended by her anatomy.
Castle drops to a knee in front of the yelping Kat, asking if the curvy challenger’s had enough and wants to hand Maria her Mania victory. But Braddock shakes her head and places her hands to the canvas, slowly clawing her way to the saving strands. The Brat wraps a palm around the low-hanging, rubber-coated steel and Nick dutifully calls for the break.
The King pleads she’s hard of hearing, complaining she can’t understand Nick’s demands over the roar of the crowd and the reverberating chants of “TAP…TAP…TAP!” Finally, Castle’s had enough, The King releasing the hold to her least favorite archbishop’s count of ‘FOUR’.
Alves hovers closely but allows Kat to slowly pulls herself to vertical with the help of the ropes. Her foe’s back turned to the champion, The King loops her arms around elbows of the startled blonde and instantly lifts the short, sturdy Brat off her boot soles, DRIVING her foe’s head and shoulders HARD into the deck with a perfect Tiger Suplex.
Tiger Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
With the crowd roaring, Maria keeps Kat stacked on her shoulders, abundant ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock tumbles out of trouble, ending on her face and chest, spent but momentarily saved from defeat.
Alves seems shocked she hasn’t secured the reign of King Maria, first of her name.
But she quickly transitions to a seat beside a chest-down Braddock. The judoka cleverly scissors the challenger’s near arm while reaching across her body to lock the far limb within a tight grip, fashioning an imperfect Rings of Saturn, but one that has Kat shrieking in agony, the chants of “TAP” resuming in earnest among the sellout crowd.
Rings of Saturn ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNF_3lzRpGU )
Dead center, Braddock squirms and squeals, trying to find a way out before the sweat-slickened judoka can maneuver her subject to the point of no return.
Yet again, Castle’s called upon to offer The Brat a way out, but the pain is so overwhelming, Braddock doesn’t realize the ref’s existence, instead focusing on the desperation of escape.
And desperation turns to sobs and streaming tears for Braddock. Maria works the Rings to perfection but is unable to conjure the magic words from the wavering yet tenacious California Quake.
Finally, the judoka decides another tact needs taking to cross the finish line. The perspiration-soaked King gives up her grip, sinks both sets of digits into Kat’s long, flaxen locks and THUMPS her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Alves rises to her haunches and shakes out her aching arms. The commoner was tough, but like a Slim Jim, who didn’t love to snap into The Brat. The Brazilian latches onto an arm and tugs the rubbery Braddock to her feet.
Maria dips and collects Kat’s lower limbs and lifts the blonde fireplug so she’s draping over a shoulder, Alves ready to dispatch the Cali girl via Alabama and its namesake Slam.
Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFUQH1fT1aU&t=79s ) 1:37
But before the King can finish the job, Kat slips loose and tumbles to the mat down the dark-haired grappler’s back, pulling Maria down with her in a slow motion, off-kilter sunset flip. As ragged as the maneuver looks, Alves is stacked on her shoulders, Braddock’s arms snugly around the tawny waist of the overturned champion for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
A flailing King escapes the upset by a hair. She scrambles to her feet, taking a glance at Castle to assure he’s only holding two fingers aloft. Relieved, Maria spins and charges. She only gets two steps behind her when an upright Kat, scoops her arms under Alves’ taut glutes and launches the black belt high. Braddock pivots with her cargo aloft and SLAMS the champion into the deck with an emphatic Spinebuster that silences the excitement in the audience instantly.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0 ) :22
The buxom Braddock shares some lip with the King, giving the judoka what for as she stands at Maria’s feet laying down some smack after planting the titleholder. Kat launches into a simple but effective senton above the champion’s midriff. The bug-eyed Alves folds in a jackknife under the impact. Braddock scoops both raised legs as she reclines in a back press across Maria’s chest, the cradle in place for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, the judoka’s fight cannot be questioned as she breaks loose, forcing to a seated position next to a slack-jawed Kat, on her haunches next to her self-proclaimed majesty.
“Get your ass up,” Braddock growls, pulling Maria to bare feet by her bun. Halving her grip, wrapping the freed palm around a wrist, The Brat heaves the lightweight champion to the nearest buckles, Maria flying in with a spinning launch that sends her spine HARD against the corner.
In a split-second, Kat’s up close and personal, chest to chest, Braddock dwarfing her foe’s rack. The Quake shakes Maria with a couple forearm shimmies to the jaw. With Alves subdued, Kat grabs Maria’s left leg at the calf and lifts the limb over the middle rope, letting it fall on the outside. Before Alves can regain her bearings, Braddock does likewise on the right side and suddenly the Lightweight Champion is riding wide.
The King demands her royal arbiter release her, but Kat’s already jogged to the opposite corner and is returning at full speed. Passing on Shattered Dreams, The Brat nevertheless CRUSHES the judoka’s unprotected kitty with a signature Sand Blaster drop kick. The throbbing waves of pain from her sex has the champs’ dark irises rolling white, Alves still stuck in her vulnerable, leg-spread position with Braddock appearing more than happy to take another Blaster to judoka’s undercarriage.
Thankfully for the champ, an insistent Castle steps between, unsaddling the whimpering Maria before Braddock can double up on the tender King.
Bowlegged, Alves waddles out of the corner and into Kat’s possession. Braddock grabs the brunette’s right wrist with her left hand and folds the arm behind Maria’s shoulder, clearing a path for her Heart Butt, The Brat’s noggin-centric version of a Heart Punch to the judoka’s sternum.
Even in her ragged condition below decks, the Brazilian’s ready for the unconventional attack NAILING the incoming forehead with a forearm shiver from her left.
Cardiac crisis averted, Maria slides beside her flaxen-haired challenger, shoulder to shoulder, the women headed in opposite directions. The King stretches her near arm across Kat’s clavicle, then simultaneously sweeps Braddock’s near leg while tossing Kat to the canvas with a ring-rattling STO.
STO ( www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=7t02HA9BbS0 ) :05
Maria drops across the splattered Cali Quake in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock shifts a shoulder off the canvas a few inches, then shoves Maria away a few more.
Feeling the tide turning, Braddock rolls out under the bottom rope.
Even in her ‘Sand Blasted’ state, Alves isn’t giving the blonde any recovery time, following behind, both combatants on the floor.
But as the martial artist reaches for Braddock, Kat’s claws fly to the judoka’s face, Braddock scraping her talons across the dark eyes of the Brazilian. Alves shrieks in pain, turning from the challenger and furiously rubbing at her peepers, cursing the catfighter.
From behind, Braddock throws a chop block into the back of the blinded Maria’s knee, sending the champion down next to the apron. With Castle’s view blocked by the ring’s edge and Kat leaping atop the downed titleholder, Braddock unknots Maria’s prized possession, slipping the black belt from her foe’s gear.
The curvy Californian draws it tight across Maria’s throat, choking the life from the Lightweight champion. As the FAWNatics jeer their lungs sore, Braddock expertly shifts her body between Alves and the official so he can’t see the despicable use of the belt against its owner.
Quickly, Maria’s face turns rosy as her windpipe is shut enough to allow only a minimal supply of oxygen. Finally, Nick’s growing count forces Braddock to end her vicious assault. Kat slips the belt under the apron’s skirt and pulls a breathless, flushed Alves off the arena floor, tossing her into the battleground.
The oxygen-deprived judoka rolls to a spreadeagled stop. Kat grabs her foe’s ankles, pulling her to a suspiciously perfect position, widening the ‘V’ of her foe’s lower limbs. The Quake hustles to the nearby corner and climbs to the top, turning to face the champion from a penthouse perch.
Sneering at the sellout crowd, Kat launches, arms by her side, Braddock airborne in a single file, her hard head leading the way and SLAMMING into Maria’s kitty, butting the champion’s crotch from the top buckle with The Big One.
As Maria implodes into a mewling, shuddering ball from the catty Quake’s low blow, Braddock pushes to her haunches next to the champ, more than a little stunned from the impact herself.
A rattle of her braincase clears enough cobwebs for Kat to rise, pulling the demolished Alves out of her fetal ball. The Brat yanks the lowered cranium of the champ into a front facelock, Maria frozen in place from the throbbing below. Braddock tosses a limp arm of the judoka over her shoulders and grabs some of the loose gi from Maria’s hip.
With handles in palms, Kat lifts Maria into a cradled catch, Alves tight against her foe’s chest. The Quake lays out, SPIKING Maria’s skull into the canvas-covered plywood with her fatal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
Maris slops to her back after impact, out cold. The rest is distressingly academic for The Brat, Kat dropping across the splayed Maria in a lateral press, hooking a limp far leg for show, as there’s no getting up from this Nap for Maria through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Soaked in sweat, Braddock tosses the limb aside and rolls to a back press of the comatose judoka’s chest. Kat raises her arms to the great displeasure of the crowd as the ring announcer makes the bad news official.
“Your winner and NEW FAWN Lightweight Champion…The Brat…Kat Braddock!”
The fireplug blonde reaches a seat beside the insensate King then shifts her placement to mount Maria’s face with a backward facing straddle. She settles, Alves features her new throne.
Braddock motions to the King’s ‘eunuchs’ and two respond as bade to their new King, bringing with them the lightweight title, the crown and scepter. The Amazons help a spent Braddock to her feet and strap the belt around her bruised belly. They hand the blonde her hard-won scepter and place the jeweled headpiece atop her noggin. Finally, a microphone is handed to the division’s new monarch.
“All hail,” Braddock shouts over the torrent of boos. “Your new Queen. Katrina. The first of HER name. Aw. Fuck it.”
The Brat removes the crown and tosses it into a sea of hands. With Maria stirring to life and trying to sit up, Braddock belts her over the top of her head with the scepter, denting both it and its owner’s cranium, Maria sent to unconscious once more.
“I’ll keep this if you don’t mind,” Kat remarks, rubbing the gold faceplate of her Lightweight title. She turns to the nearest lens. “And if you think I’m done. You haven’t been paying attention.”
Braddock moves to a corner and climbs, reveling in the storm of hatred levelled in her direction as she enjoys her first FAWN championship.
Having plucked the wings of the California Angel at Red, white and Bruised, the California Quake would soon find out if she’s the Big One or nothing more a moderate tremor.
Against her would be a woman, nee a King, who’d made a living globetrotting around the world, successfully defending the Lightweight Title, while putting her name amongst the pantheon, even while rarely fighting on the organization’s home ground.
Tonight would be one such delicacy for the locals and The Brat surely wanted to take advantage of her golden ticket, making certain to keep the gilded belt close to sweet home Orlando.
As a Richter scale rumble traverses through the arena’s sound system, the expectant buzz changes to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses knowing all too well what the thunder means.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
The ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde moves to center stage with a shit-eating ‘I’m the biggest bytch in town’ grin. Braddock settles and lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers pop open. She raises her arms high and wide and strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The curvy Quake sashays toward the battleground in her 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 ( ).Dawdling ringside, Kat moves toward the announcer’s table as he provides Braddock’s introduction.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. Introducing. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone relatively early in her career.
Braddock snatches the amplifier from the man’s hand and draws it close. She traipses up the steps, wide grin parting full pink lips. Slipping through the ropes, she moves to the middle as her music fades.
“All you people need to shut your mouths and listen to a some truth-telling.”
The emphatic invitation doesn’t set well with those in attendance, the crowd’s jeering growing louder still.
“The King’s reign is over,” Kat continues. “I’m going to tie that madhouse monarch in knots tighter than the one on her black belt. Woman’s got the impression I’m another pretender to the throne when the fact is I’m a whole different animal than she’s found anywhere on the face of planet Earth.”
“Maria! Come face the Natural Disaster. The Legend Leveler. The Beach Badass who’s gonna leave you drowsy and drooling as you slink away to your next career, teaching judo to ten-year-olds at the local strip mall. Your title. Your name. Your belt. All gone, bytch!”
Kat drops the microphone and sidles seductively to her corner, the buckles farthest from the entry above. She hops to the middle ropes and takes a seat on the top buckle, seemingly at ease she’s about to win the biggest match of her career.
With Cali backside barely placed on the leather covering, ’Paper Planes’ by M.I.A. heralds the entrance of King Maria the First, judoka extraordinaire and FAWN’s first regal Lightweight Champion.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewRjZoRtu0Y )
Alves steps through the curtains and surveys her subjects, dressed in a white gi and black belt, albeit much more form fitting than regulation typically allowed.
MARIA ALVES
Unlike her standard judo-wear, the cheeky champion continues to go without pants for her professional wrestling matches at the behest of the marketing and wardrobe departments, bare below the hips save for a pair of black bikini bottoms to preserve her modesty.
A gilded scepter in her hand and a diamond encrusted coronet atop her head remind her audience of Maria’s royal standing. The Lightweight title strap lays across her left shoulder, the judoka electing not to wear it around her waist so not to obscure the dark cotton belt serving as a testament to her prodigious martial artistry.
Excited to have Alves and the belts she possesses still in O-Town, despite her less than august tactics and ignoble victory against their beloved Kylie, the throng provides the King a majestic welcome only overshadowed when the royal introduction is made.
“AND…ON HER WAY TO THE RING… AT FIVE FOOT FOUR AND ONE HUNDRED SIXTEEN POUNDS… SHE IS YOUR LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… YOUR HIGHNESS… KING MARIAAAA AAAAAALLLVVEESSSSSS!”
Accompanying the King are a quartet of towering Amazons dressed in the manner of Roman legionnaires -- each armored in a bronze-plated cuirass, pleated skirt, leatherbound sandals, and knee-high greaves while carrying a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. The members of the kings’ guard flank their master on four corners as she calmly pads down the entrance ramp on her bare feet, occasionally bobbing her head to the beat of her music.
Reaching the ring, her entourage leads their King up the ring steps. They enter and open the ropes wide for their liege. Alves slips through and, together, they claim the center of the squared circle, shooing Braddock out of the ring.
With the size and number of ‘eunuchs’, Kat decides to accede to the demand, leaving the ring to the champion.
One of the King’s loyal ‘eunuchs’ produces a microphone and hands it to her.
“Greetings and salutations, humble peasants. Despite my better judgement, you are again graced by my regal presence! Huzzah!”
Maria speaks to a mostly silent arena, the FAWNatics absorbing the surreal atmosphere the King’s presence afforded. The stoic reception doesn’t dampen the sovereign’s spirits.
A second eunuch presents a scroll and unfurls it for her king to read.
“As your King, it is my duty and divine right to conquer and enslave foreign lands and peoples,” Alves says to confused murmurs from the crowd, “This I have done for many months. From lands as far afield as England, the Philippines to the most exotic locales of Iowa and Texas. And now I have come home to confirm to my subjects, there is no one greater nor humbler than I. And now I find I must save all of you from a natural disaster.”
Maria motions Kat back into the ring.
“This sad little homeless urchin while large of bosom is small of brain. And while certainly a disaster, she’s anything but natural. As my first Mania proclamation, my promise to all good subjects is to show a natural beauty can best a surgically altered canned ham.”
Braddock furiously rages at lead official Nick Castle, Kat demanding the ref remove the ‘eunuchs’ from the ring so the fight can get underway.
“So let this courtesan have at me Ser Nicholas, so she can be dispatched with the utmost haste. Huzzah.”
Maria hands her scepter, crown, microphone and belt to her loyal King’s guard, one item for each, then bids them exit. She motions for the bell and a confused timekeeper shrugs but obeys.
With the crowd ready for an fascinating contrast in styles between the martial artistry of the champion and the wild mayhem of the challenger, Maria and Kat circle out of their corners, the orbits slowly coming together toward a collar-and-elbow when Kat’s claws flash toward Alves’ eyes.
The King deftly snatches each wrist before the blonde can scrape her nails across the royal peepers and drops to the canvas, heaving Braddock through a double armdrag. The Brat tumbles through the landing and pops back to her feet.
The vertically-challenged fireplug suppresses a hint of embarrassment that becomes anger when King Maria holds out her left hand, as if Kat is meant to kiss the non-existent ring on the regal’s appropriate digit.
Growling, a steaming Braddock charges with double-axhandle raised and is met by the raised knee of a pivoting Alves. The bony joint impales the plush tummy of the blonde with the force sending Braddock flipping to the canvas, Kat landing on her ass.
Alves drives a soccer kick into the base of The Brat’s spine, Kat’s back arching, her chest thrust forward. With her challenger vulnerable, Maria slips to a seat behind Braddock. She snakes her arms under and around those of the former beach-fighter, capturing the limbs in a full nelson. The brunette’s legs fold around the midriff of her foe and press tightly into Kat’s Achilles’ midriff.
A domineering King shakes her foe wildly from side to side, playing with Kat like she’s the ball of yarn. Maria leans her lips close to Kat’s right ear.
“You’ll never be in my class, beach bum.”
A livid Braddock leans her head forward then swings it back into Alves’ chin, snapping Maria’s head back and breaking her concentration in the process. The Brat shakes loose of the King’s grip and rolls to her feet.
Kat charges the seated, jaw-massaging regal and sends a boot toward the braincase of the brunette. A quick-thinking Maria drops to her back, avoiding the blow, then kips to her feet, pointing at her temple to show her brilliance.
As she nonchalantly turns to face her overmatched foe, Maria’s nearly RIPPED in two by a vicious spear from the increasingly motivated Quake. Braddock PLOWS through the King, planting Maria to the mat with the nasty tackle. Ending in a seated straddle of Alves’ splayed frame, Kat’s more straightforward approach comes to the fore as she pounds away with both fists, most blocked by the Brazilian’s raised defenses but enough get through to convince the King she wants nothing to do with this position.
Thrusting her pelvis upward, Alves bucks The Brat overhead and pushes to her feet. Bent and swaddling her aching abdomen with an arm, Maria makes space between she and her challenger. The excitable blonde bully wants nothing of the distance, closing it in seconds, forcing the King to tie-up.
The curvy Quake pivots and yanks Maria into a tight side headlock, the Cali girl working Alves’ noggin just above her hip, grinding away. Maria gets her palms to Braddock’s hips and shoves her foe off, Chrissy Daniel’s former protégé using the push for momentum on a race to the ropes. Kat rebounds and buries a shoulder into Maria, heavily dropping the judoka to the canvas.
A startled Maria looks upon the hovering Kat above.
“Thank God I’ll never be in your class, bytch,” Braddock shouts.
The blonde skips over Alves, heading for the opposite strands. As she does, the judoka scrambles to her bare tootsies and spins to face the rebounding fireplug.
The Brat has the same agenda as her last trip, burying a shoulder toward Maria’s chest for another knockdown. But the limber titleholder spins into a delving side kick to the Quake’s belly.
With Kat stopped in her tracks, Maria grabs her foe’s right arm, pushes tight to the blonde, spins away from her adversary and sends Braddock flipping with a Seionage.
Seionage ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEW9SfI5xg ) 1:50
Still in possession of Kat’s arm, Maria folds the limb and drops to scissors the arm.
Short arm scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg ) :03
Castle jumps to Braddock’s side, asking if she wants to surrender. A wincing but angry Braddock takes a swing at the official, advising him to shut his trap.
Ignoring the pain as best she can, The Brat back somersaults. And while the stubborn Alves retains her grip with Kat now on her knees, the judoka’s shoulders are on the deck for…
ONE…
TWO…
Maria releases her scissors to escape the count, beating Kat to her feet by a second. It’s an important one as when Braddock attempts to clothesline the lightweight champion to the deck, the King ducks the scythe-like arm, wrapping her right arm around the head of The Brat after the miss. Showing both strength and knowledge, the black belt vaults Kat HIGH into the air and PLANTS her with a ring-rattling Uranage.
Uranage ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aCvRWJ8vBU ) :20
With the curvy, flaxen-haired fighter in a demolished spreadeagle, the King lays across her spent subject in a lateral press, not bothering to hook a lifeless leg for the…
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TWO…
Kat kicks loose, tossing a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side, dark eyes wide and glazed, the crowd groaning in disappointment. Despite the judoka’s enraging arrogance, she’s clearly the best alternative for the sellout swarm.
Pulling her challenger to a seated position, the King grabs the blonde’s arms at the elbows and takes a similar position behind her foe. Leaning back, the black belt foregoes modesty and raises her tawny, sinewy stems, locking her ankles behind the head and neck of the Cali Quake. The scissors at the same time traps Kat’s arms and the Lotus Lock is secure.
Lotus Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecvTkkAMY50 ) :04
Maria presses her legs forward, pressurizing Braddock’s neck, forcing the blonde’s chin to her abundant chest. Again Castle’s at the ready, asking if Braddock wants to give up her chance at title gold. Kat yelps out a pained but emphatic ‘NO’. She kicks her legs trying to find purchase, but Alves continues to work her challenger.
Unable to break loose from the perfectly applied submission, Kat gets her boot soles beneath her and pushes backward, rolling Maria onto her shoulders, Braddock bridging above for the pin and the win at…
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TWO…
Maria throws her weight forward and the duo are brought back to their previous position, Kat still locked in place. But the King is impatient. She unlocks her scissors to bash away with a heel to the back of Braddock’s skull until she’s satisfied. Releasing the challenger, Alves pushes to her feet. A freed Kat rolls to the ropes and slides out, raising her hands to form a ‘T’.
The FAWNatics inform the fuming Brat there are no time-outs in wrestling and the curvy Quake makes certain they’re aware she’s not concerned with their opinion. But with her eyes on the attendees, Braddock is oblivious to Maria joining her on the outside, around a corner of the squared circle. The crowd isn’t about to give Kat any cures as Alves races around to mete out further punishment.
But Kat shows the fighting savvy of her erstwhile mentor Chrissy, turning precisely in time to deliver a superkick to the chin of the charging judoka. The flush impact stiffens the Brazilian like a board and she timbers to the thinly-padded arena floor.
With Nick’s count growing, the challenger slides into and out of the ring to restart the ref at ‘ONE’. Kat sinks her nails into Maria’s dark bun of hair and tugs Alves to her feet. Racing the champion down the length of the ring, Braddock flings the King toward the steel ring steps from several feet out. Maria’s able to turn slightly to take the ‘clanging’ impact against a shoulder but she looks a hot mess in the aftermath, the stairs pushed off their moorings from the force of the impact.
Braddock turns her attention to the FAWNatics, berating them for supporting the King and/or not realizing her grandeur, it difficult to know which caused Kat more indigestion.
“Not that she’s a legend, but I’m putting an end to her too,” Braddock bellows in defiance.
She sinks a hand around Maria’s bun and pulls Alves to a seat on what left of the steps by the hair. The Brat pats her foe’s head then swivels and PLANTS a spinning heel kick to Alves’ chin, sending the tawny-skinned South American tumbling over the wreckage, becoming part of it herself.
Kat rolls in the ring, winks at Castle, and rolls out. She grabs the King by a wrist and shoulder and buggywhips Maria under the bottom rope, Kat rolling in after her foe.
Braddock pushes to her feet and moves to Maria, the judoka starfished, trying to shake some senses back into place. Braddock collects Alves’ left leg at the ankle, raising it high. She places a boot sole on Maria’s right ankle and gazes down at the champion.
“Hope you enjoy this. I know I will.”
Kat drops to the canvas with the left leg in tow, forcing a vile set of splits from Maria. While the Brazilian’s training limits the sting, her groin muscles are stretched well beyond the point of comfort and it turns to outright anguish when Braddock pushes the possessed ankle further from the other, raising her arms above her head, forcing the judoka to a leggy single-file.
“Ask her,” The Brat shouts at Nick. He does. Maria shakes her head, no particularly royal-level of boldness forthcoming.
Frustrated her Wishbone isn’t achieving the desired results, the Cali Quake releases her grip and sends a pointed elbow plowing into the King’s privates.
Maria squeaks in agony, sitting up, legs wide, face twisted in anguish as her hands bury at the juncture of her thighs. A grinning Braddock nods in the direction of Alves’ welled eyes.
“The King is dead. Long live the Queen.”
As Maria struggles to reach her knees without the use of her massaging hands, Kat pushes to her feet and plays to the jeering masses. She strides casually to the farthest corner, leaning in, arms over the top rope on either side, enjoying a breather as Maria fights to find her bearings.
Satisfied her adversary is ready for more, Braddock pushes away from the buckles, her short, curvy frame rushing across the canvas. Pivoting as she launches form a few feet out, Kat THUMPS the side of Maria’s noggin with a running hip check the sends the lightweight champion tumbling in a pinwheel from her kneel, ending face down and unmoving.
The challenger drops to her knees next to the splayed judoka and shovels Maria to her back with both arms. The blonde badass presses tight to her sinewy foe in a crossbody pin, hooking Alves’ far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maria kicks loose, shoving a shoulder off the mat, the King receiving rare support from her subjects for preventing the gold from being transferred to Braddock.
Kat is not amused.
The former beach-fighter grabs a wrist and pulls Maria to unsteady feet. Aiming the dark-haired grappler to the far buckles, Braddock Irish Whips her foe to the distant corner, Maria turning into a rugged, back-first collision.
Chasing after the champion, Kat launches and NAILS Alves with a Beachy Crossbody attack that leaves the King bent at the waist and groaning, Kat nimbly floating through the ropes to the outside.
Beach Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8 )
Piefacing Maria in the back of the head, the blonde sends her highness stumbling a few steps toward center stage. The Brat climbs the corner from the outside, carefully placing her steps, unaccustomed to going topside but ready to do anything to emerge with her first FAWN gold.
As a clueless Maria slowly turns in her direction, Kat dives off her perch with arms raised and fingers laces, ready to drop a Paul Bunyan-sized axhandle blow, but The Brat’s plans are short-circuited when the judoka swings a side kick into the blonde’s plush tummy. Left vertical but bug-eyed, bent and gasping, Kat can’t muster resistance when an aching but motivated King pulls Braddock’s lowered head between her thighs.
Wrapping her arms around the tanned midriff of the challenger, the judoka RIPS Kat off the canvas, flipping Braddock up her body then over, PLANTING the Quake into the canvas with a ring-rattling Flapjack Facebuster.
Flapjack Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAqWqxgaRhY )
The jarring impact leaves Braddock out on her face and chest, curvy frame twitching but otherwise unmoving, while a weary Alves takes a moment to draw in a couple deep breaths then push to the pads of her bare feet.
Alves strides to her challenger and shoves Braddock to her back with an emphatic nudge from foot to shoulder. Moving to a standing, reverse-facing straddle of the blonde, the judoka collects and folds Braddock’s abbreviated stems in a figure four, bundling the limbs together in her arms. The King twists in a 180, returning Kat to her chest and in dire straits, the martial artist having captured the Cali Quake within her Gorilla Clutch.
Gorilla Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPHttH4BXpg )
Not only torturing the blonde’s legs, the skilled sovereign leans Kat’s stems forward, testing Braddock’s vertebrae, The Brat’s spinal column curved in a way never intended by her anatomy.
Castle drops to a knee in front of the yelping Kat, asking if the curvy challenger’s had enough and wants to hand Maria her Mania victory. But Braddock shakes her head and places her hands to the canvas, slowly clawing her way to the saving strands. The Brat wraps a palm around the low-hanging, rubber-coated steel and Nick dutifully calls for the break.
The King pleads she’s hard of hearing, complaining she can’t understand Nick’s demands over the roar of the crowd and the reverberating chants of “TAP…TAP…TAP!” Finally, Castle’s had enough, The King releasing the hold to her least favorite archbishop’s count of ‘FOUR’.
Alves hovers closely but allows Kat to slowly pulls herself to vertical with the help of the ropes. Her foe’s back turned to the champion, The King loops her arms around elbows of the startled blonde and instantly lifts the short, sturdy Brat off her boot soles, DRIVING her foe’s head and shoulders HARD into the deck with a perfect Tiger Suplex.
Tiger Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
With the crowd roaring, Maria keeps Kat stacked on her shoulders, abundant ass pointed to the rafters for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock tumbles out of trouble, ending on her face and chest, spent but momentarily saved from defeat.
Alves seems shocked she hasn’t secured the reign of King Maria, first of her name.
But she quickly transitions to a seat beside a chest-down Braddock. The judoka cleverly scissors the challenger’s near arm while reaching across her body to lock the far limb within a tight grip, fashioning an imperfect Rings of Saturn, but one that has Kat shrieking in agony, the chants of “TAP” resuming in earnest among the sellout crowd.
Rings of Saturn ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNF_3lzRpGU )
Dead center, Braddock squirms and squeals, trying to find a way out before the sweat-slickened judoka can maneuver her subject to the point of no return.
Yet again, Castle’s called upon to offer The Brat a way out, but the pain is so overwhelming, Braddock doesn’t realize the ref’s existence, instead focusing on the desperation of escape.
And desperation turns to sobs and streaming tears for Braddock. Maria works the Rings to perfection but is unable to conjure the magic words from the wavering yet tenacious California Quake.
Finally, the judoka decides another tact needs taking to cross the finish line. The perspiration-soaked King gives up her grip, sinks both sets of digits into Kat’s long, flaxen locks and THUMPS her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Alves rises to her haunches and shakes out her aching arms. The commoner was tough, but like a Slim Jim, who didn’t love to snap into The Brat. The Brazilian latches onto an arm and tugs the rubbery Braddock to her feet.
Maria dips and collects Kat’s lower limbs and lifts the blonde fireplug so she’s draping over a shoulder, Alves ready to dispatch the Cali girl via Alabama and its namesake Slam.
Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFUQH1fT1aU&t=79s ) 1:37
But before the King can finish the job, Kat slips loose and tumbles to the mat down the dark-haired grappler’s back, pulling Maria down with her in a slow motion, off-kilter sunset flip. As ragged as the maneuver looks, Alves is stacked on her shoulders, Braddock’s arms snugly around the tawny waist of the overturned champion for the…
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THRNOOO!
A flailing King escapes the upset by a hair. She scrambles to her feet, taking a glance at Castle to assure he’s only holding two fingers aloft. Relieved, Maria spins and charges. She only gets two steps behind her when an upright Kat, scoops her arms under Alves’ taut glutes and launches the black belt high. Braddock pivots with her cargo aloft and SLAMS the champion into the deck with an emphatic Spinebuster that silences the excitement in the audience instantly.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0 ) :22
The buxom Braddock shares some lip with the King, giving the judoka what for as she stands at Maria’s feet laying down some smack after planting the titleholder. Kat launches into a simple but effective senton above the champion’s midriff. The bug-eyed Alves folds in a jackknife under the impact. Braddock scoops both raised legs as she reclines in a back press across Maria’s chest, the cradle in place for the…
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THRNOOO!
Again, the judoka’s fight cannot be questioned as she breaks loose, forcing to a seated position next to a slack-jawed Kat, on her haunches next to her self-proclaimed majesty.
“Get your ass up,” Braddock growls, pulling Maria to bare feet by her bun. Halving her grip, wrapping the freed palm around a wrist, The Brat heaves the lightweight champion to the nearest buckles, Maria flying in with a spinning launch that sends her spine HARD against the corner.
In a split-second, Kat’s up close and personal, chest to chest, Braddock dwarfing her foe’s rack. The Quake shakes Maria with a couple forearm shimmies to the jaw. With Alves subdued, Kat grabs Maria’s left leg at the calf and lifts the limb over the middle rope, letting it fall on the outside. Before Alves can regain her bearings, Braddock does likewise on the right side and suddenly the Lightweight Champion is riding wide.
The King demands her royal arbiter release her, but Kat’s already jogged to the opposite corner and is returning at full speed. Passing on Shattered Dreams, The Brat nevertheless CRUSHES the judoka’s unprotected kitty with a signature Sand Blaster drop kick. The throbbing waves of pain from her sex has the champs’ dark irises rolling white, Alves still stuck in her vulnerable, leg-spread position with Braddock appearing more than happy to take another Blaster to judoka’s undercarriage.
Thankfully for the champ, an insistent Castle steps between, unsaddling the whimpering Maria before Braddock can double up on the tender King.
Bowlegged, Alves waddles out of the corner and into Kat’s possession. Braddock grabs the brunette’s right wrist with her left hand and folds the arm behind Maria’s shoulder, clearing a path for her Heart Butt, The Brat’s noggin-centric version of a Heart Punch to the judoka’s sternum.
Even in her ragged condition below decks, the Brazilian’s ready for the unconventional attack NAILING the incoming forehead with a forearm shiver from her left.
Cardiac crisis averted, Maria slides beside her flaxen-haired challenger, shoulder to shoulder, the women headed in opposite directions. The King stretches her near arm across Kat’s clavicle, then simultaneously sweeps Braddock’s near leg while tossing Kat to the canvas with a ring-rattling STO.
STO ( www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=7t02HA9BbS0 ) :05
Maria drops across the splattered Cali Quake in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Braddock shifts a shoulder off the canvas a few inches, then shoves Maria away a few more.
Feeling the tide turning, Braddock rolls out under the bottom rope.
Even in her ‘Sand Blasted’ state, Alves isn’t giving the blonde any recovery time, following behind, both combatants on the floor.
But as the martial artist reaches for Braddock, Kat’s claws fly to the judoka’s face, Braddock scraping her talons across the dark eyes of the Brazilian. Alves shrieks in pain, turning from the challenger and furiously rubbing at her peepers, cursing the catfighter.
From behind, Braddock throws a chop block into the back of the blinded Maria’s knee, sending the champion down next to the apron. With Castle’s view blocked by the ring’s edge and Kat leaping atop the downed titleholder, Braddock unknots Maria’s prized possession, slipping the black belt from her foe’s gear.
The curvy Californian draws it tight across Maria’s throat, choking the life from the Lightweight champion. As the FAWNatics jeer their lungs sore, Braddock expertly shifts her body between Alves and the official so he can’t see the despicable use of the belt against its owner.
Quickly, Maria’s face turns rosy as her windpipe is shut enough to allow only a minimal supply of oxygen. Finally, Nick’s growing count forces Braddock to end her vicious assault. Kat slips the belt under the apron’s skirt and pulls a breathless, flushed Alves off the arena floor, tossing her into the battleground.
The oxygen-deprived judoka rolls to a spreadeagled stop. Kat grabs her foe’s ankles, pulling her to a suspiciously perfect position, widening the ‘V’ of her foe’s lower limbs. The Quake hustles to the nearby corner and climbs to the top, turning to face the champion from a penthouse perch.
Sneering at the sellout crowd, Kat launches, arms by her side, Braddock airborne in a single file, her hard head leading the way and SLAMMING into Maria’s kitty, butting the champion’s crotch from the top buckle with The Big One.
As Maria implodes into a mewling, shuddering ball from the catty Quake’s low blow, Braddock pushes to her haunches next to the champ, more than a little stunned from the impact herself.
A rattle of her braincase clears enough cobwebs for Kat to rise, pulling the demolished Alves out of her fetal ball. The Brat yanks the lowered cranium of the champ into a front facelock, Maria frozen in place from the throbbing below. Braddock tosses a limp arm of the judoka over her shoulders and grabs some of the loose gi from Maria’s hip.
With handles in palms, Kat lifts Maria into a cradled catch, Alves tight against her foe’s chest. The Quake lays out, SPIKING Maria’s skull into the canvas-covered plywood with her fatal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
Maris slops to her back after impact, out cold. The rest is distressingly academic for The Brat, Kat dropping across the splayed Maria in a lateral press, hooking a limp far leg for show, as there’s no getting up from this Nap for Maria through the…
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THREEE!
Soaked in sweat, Braddock tosses the limb aside and rolls to a back press of the comatose judoka’s chest. Kat raises her arms to the great displeasure of the crowd as the ring announcer makes the bad news official.
“Your winner and NEW FAWN Lightweight Champion…The Brat…Kat Braddock!”
The fireplug blonde reaches a seat beside the insensate King then shifts her placement to mount Maria’s face with a backward facing straddle. She settles, Alves features her new throne.
Braddock motions to the King’s ‘eunuchs’ and two respond as bade to their new King, bringing with them the lightweight title, the crown and scepter. The Amazons help a spent Braddock to her feet and strap the belt around her bruised belly. They hand the blonde her hard-won scepter and place the jeweled headpiece atop her noggin. Finally, a microphone is handed to the division’s new monarch.
“All hail,” Braddock shouts over the torrent of boos. “Your new Queen. Katrina. The first of HER name. Aw. Fuck it.”
The Brat removes the crown and tosses it into a sea of hands. With Maria stirring to life and trying to sit up, Braddock belts her over the top of her head with the scepter, denting both it and its owner’s cranium, Maria sent to unconscious once more.
“I’ll keep this if you don’t mind,” Kat remarks, rubbing the gold faceplate of her Lightweight title. She turns to the nearest lens. “And if you think I’m done. You haven’t been paying attention.”
Braddock moves to a corner and climbs, reveling in the storm of hatred levelled in her direction as she enjoys her first FAWN championship.