Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 17:37:29 GMT
With Red, White and Bruised down to one final crescendo, the FAWNatics pop to their feet as accompaniment more attuned to Red, White and Green fills the arena. Many in the throng use the limited space in front of them as their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music as they tense for the tawny, little title challenger chosen to upend America’s Least Favorite Brat.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
A pocket-sized Latina pushes into view and sambas to center stage, Soto sashaying to the sound of salsa with Muy Caliente’s el hefe Gabby Mendoza close behind.
SOSHANA SOTO
GABBY MENDOZA
The air wing of the Latina Strike Force and her generalissimo might have received an earsplitting ovation this time last year, but they’d turned against other fan favorites in the meantime. While they still have the Latinx fans in the palms of their hands, others are less excited. Still, when facing Braddock, the FAWN enthusiasts tend to be more liberal in their support and much of the sellout is excited to see if the Mexican lucha can be the spicy recipe finally ending the reign of Katrina Two-Belts.
Soto’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her tight, boy-cut trunks the same color as her top, also with a gold trim. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Though she’s not scheduled for action, Gabby’s in her Caliente gear as well, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by the purple and gold gear, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her teammate ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Mendoza follows Soshana down the ramp, neither taking the time to interact with their fans. After all, this is a business trip for Muy Caliente.
Soto hops to the apron, wipes her boots and grabs the top rope, then flings herself into the ring with a front flip, landing with feline grace.
The LaPaz native moves to the middle as Gabby enters conventionally, slipping between the cables. The Bubblicious connoisseur sidles behind her smaller compatriot, massaging the shoulders of Lil’ So-So.
As the music fades, the ring announcer introduces the first competitor.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship…ONLY.”
The crowd boos resonate as they want both belts Kat possesses on the line, but it seems negotiations ended with Braddock’s agents having won the first battle.
“First, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Little Dynamite…Soshana Soto!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic roar.
Soshana lifts her arms high and wide, ready to claim gold for the first time, with her biggest supporter in her corner. Tex and Mex move to the buckles most distant from the entrance and wait for the woman who owns tonight’s prize AND the World Title.
With the champ-champ’s foe situated, a Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform to spiteful miscreants as the thunder from the speakers reverberates. An earthquake-sized round of boos makes clear the crowd’s distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her unsavory talents.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a blinding light.
When the dazzling illumination subsides, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding Golden State gremlin is center stage.
KAT BRADDOCK:
But this time, she is not alone. Trailing behind, holding both sets of Kat’s hardware is the former Jobber Extraordinaire now henchwoman ordinaire Bianca Simpson.
The doe-eyed blonde has her battle gear in place, though to think Simpson could be effective in her Baywatch-like, red one-piece with white knee-high boots is to have never seen her in action.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Still, she makes an acceptable flunky in the Cali Quake’s opinion. Kat directs her to lead the way, Bianca lifting each belt high.
Braddock trails several feet behind, smirking at the sheep who don’t like the flaxen-haired wolf within their midst. Her gilded resume clear courtesy of Simpson, the buxom Brat chuckles at the flood of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY! HERE…FOREVER!” the wannabe star shouts for the real thing.
The parade reaches the squared circle, Cheshire grin remaining firmly planted on Kat. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strides toward the combat zone in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks and boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
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Reaching the ring, Bianca ascends, moves halfway down the length of the ring in front of the hard cam, and sits on the middle cable, pushing the top high for her superior to pass through with the greatest of ease.
Taking center stage as the face of FAWN, Braddock demands Bianca lay a belt over each shoulder, then motions her new subordinate to fetch a microphone. Simpson hurries to complete her task, raising the stick to Kat’s lips as the champion’s music fades, adding mic stand to her resume.
The crowd’s volume rises to try and silence the curvy blonde.
“You know the rules. It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs and the champ-champ waits impatiently.
“We all know these Caliente losers worked with that Dogg Washington to try and steal my titles! Bianca did her best to stop them. Unfortunately, she did so in a way that technically puts an ‘L’ on my permanent record.”
Kat receives a rare cheer.
“We won’t be doing that again, will we?” The Brat asks with acid tongue.
“No ma’am’. Not at all. Never!” the obsequious Bianca assures.
“Good.”
Braddock turns both hazel eyes to Soto.
“Now I have to batter this south-of-the-border pipsqueak to show what a mistake they made in getting in my business. Of course, no one her size should ever be considered for a World Championship fight,” the slightly larger Braddock informs, “so only the Lightweight title will be on the line. Not that it matters because Little Dynamite’s fuse ain’t ever gonna be lit against this California Quake!”
Kat motions for Bianca to move the amplifier to Simpson’s lips.
“Before you in all her glory…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. THE California Quake. The most dominant champion ever known…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Bianca tosses the stick aside and gives Kat a rabid ovation before receiving the belts back for safekeeping. The two blondes move to the champ-champ’s corner, Simpson sliding through and dropping to the floor, Kat stretching as the bell brings the title fight to order.
Both lightweights move to the middle, features dripping superiority complex. Blonde and Latina go chest to chest and Kat starts jawing until the Mexican spitfire piefaces the California Quake. A loud ‘ooooh’ emanates from the crowd and a furious Braddock takes a wild haymaker swing at her challenger.
Soto deftly ducks beneath the swipe and both women spin to face the other, the Caliente cutie quicker on the draw, sending a toe kick deep into the plush, tanned tummy of the titleholder.
A bug-eyed, groaning Braddock can’t resist Soshana pulling her lowered head between slender, sinewy thighs and Lil’ So-So clamps down. Soto’s legs tense as she pulses power through the abbreviated stems, tightening the standing headscissors on her curvy competitor.
Kat’s arms circle under the curve of the Latina’s glutes, readying a back body drop to escape the mind-numbing pressure. But before the Brat can break free, Little Dynamite drops to her knees, PLANTING Kat’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards for an early test of the champ’s cognizance.
Soshana dismounts, moves to Braddock’s side, and pushes Kat to her back, then drops across the abdomen of the flattened face of FAWN for the…
ONE…
The Cali Quake pushes the diminutive dynamo off, Lil’ So-So realizing her attempt to end the match was premature but enjoying making the champ-champ kick loose this early.
Reaching a seated position, Braddock’s wrists are captured from behind and Soto uses them as handlebars, yanking them behind the blonde. A penitent Soshana drives a knee between Kat’s shoulderblades and works a modified surfboard, testing the ligaments in the Brat’s shoulders.
“That crazy ass bubble blower put thoughts in your tiny mind about winning,” Braddock grunts. “And I’m guessing she wants the world title? Neither of you are in my neighborhood.”
Soshana rises and replaces her knee with a boot sole to the back of Kat’s neck.
“We won’t be in your neighborhood long, gringa. We’ll take what we want and head back to mi barrio.”
Soto releases her handles and sweeps a kick to the right temple of Braddock, sending her foe flopping to shoulder and hip. Little Dynamite skips over the Brat and hops to the bottom rope. She springboards behind her blindly and the coffin drop sends her CRASHING across the ribs of the champ-champ, sending Braddock into a spasm of pain before pushing from under Soto and rolling out under the bottom rope to slow down the assault of the Latina.
Kat trudges toward her back-up, face pinched in pain, and Bianca swallows her boss up in an embrace Braddock shakes off.
“Boundaries Bianca. Just keep one eye on Mendoza and the other on that little chimichanga in the ring.”
“Yes ma’am,” comes the servile reply.
Simpson’s big, brown, doe eyes search for Gabby and find her safely distant in the Caliente corner. She turns her attention to the ring and…WOAH…
So-So is sprinting toward the two blondes and throws her frame between the middle an bottom strands, SLAMMING into the champ and her lackey in equal measures with a Suicide Dive.
Suicide Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMc_NDFuZks ) :28
With both gringas levelled, a frenetic Soshana leaps to her feet to roars from the crowd, the FAWNatics’ support having been hard to come by for the Calente crew lately since their turn to the dark side. But today, The Brat counteracted any hard feelings. Today, Lil’ So-So was a fan favorite once more.
Grabbing Bianca by a handful of flaxen locks, Soto rips the champ’s second to her feet and whips her like a frisbee into the guardrail, the nasty CLANK of flesh and bone to metal reverberating, Simpson ending pooled in a whimpering puddle.
Soto dealing with the Jobber Extraordinaire gives Kat a chance reach her feet and drive a boot into the pit of the Mexican’s right knee, forcing So-So to genuflect. Kat yanks the dark locks of the challenger back, so the Latina stares into the face of her doom.
Kat raises a clubbing forearm.
“Let’s count the ways you’re going to regret that.”
Braddock lands looping forearm smashes to Soto’s chest from behind, reaching FIVE…SIX…BOOOM.
The Tex-Mex cavalry arrives in the form of Gabby as she SPEARS Kat from the side, interrupting the beatdown. Ending in a Thesz Press of the champ-champ, Mendoza unleashes with a flurry of fists.
From the ring above, lead ref Nick Castle tries to regain some semblance of order, the rising count the only effort that works. A limping Soto rolls back in the ring and a harried Kat joins her courtesy a helpful heave from G-Money.
Braddock pushes to her feet, only for So-So to step to her and unload a European Uppercut under the chin that snaps Kat’s noggin back in whiplash-like fashion. The rocked Quake staggers to the buckles behind her while the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force skips to the opposite set, then turns and flies across the canvas, leaping from several feet out to CRUSH the curvy Kat beneath a Mexican Splash that takes the starch from the titleholder.
Braddock’s legs give way and she splats to the canvas on her bountiful backside. With Kat’s head lolling, arms limp at her sides, a rampaging So-So has all the invitation she needs to race to the distant corner, turn and bust her tiny butt in a beeline back to the waiting blonde.
Again, Soshana leaps from distance, this time with legs extended, and, grabbing the top rope, she THUMPS her tail into Kat’s abundant chest, her crotch into Braddock’s chin. Soto rides Kat until the golden-maned bronco is busted, rattling the fireplug frame of the champ, time and time again until the Brat’s left a limp dishrag under the derriere of Little Dynamite.
Bronco Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=unXsZD9LXi0 )
Lil’ So-So dismounts, grin firmly planted and crowd roaring. She snatches the ankles of the waylaid Braddock and pulls the flaccid Kat to center stage. The Caliente cutie lets Kat’s legs drop leaden to the canvas and lowers atop her adversary in a crossbody pin, ready to wrest both a win and the Lightweight title from the subjugated gringa with the…
OME…
TWO…
Kat saves her Lightweight title, shoving a shoulder off the deck to maintain her moniker of Katrina Two-Belts.
The blonde rolls to her chest and Little Dynamite dives to a seat next to her, wrapping her left arm around the noggin of the Cali Quake. Soshana grinds Braddock’s ears within the grip, roughly working her advantage while Braddock works her way to a knee.
Slowly, the Brat pushes to her feet, her braincase stooped as it remains controlled by the Latina, Soto reluctant to give up her headlock. Lil’ So-So pulls Braddock over a hip, flipping the flaxen-haired fireplug to her backside, Kat grimacing as the THUMP against her tailbone makes her seat less than comfortable.
Unable to get out of first gear against the Caliente cutie thus far, head pressed between the hands of the surprisingly dominant Mexican grappler, Kat butt-scoots within leg’s reach of the ropes and drapes an ankle over the bottom cable. She bleats for her release, and it’s granted by Castle, though the spicy So-So flattens the busty blonde with a soccer kick to the chest just after giving up her grip.
“Stop cheating,” Bianca whines from the sidelines. “How are we supposed to keep our title if you keep allowing this BS, Castle?”
Soshana chuckles at Braddock’s stooge.
“Win a match, then you can talk about anything happening in this ring.”
Simpson’s nose scrunches in aggravation, wanting to roast Soto in return, but it’s difficult without a single ‘W’ to point to in her FAWN career.
However, the doe-eyed blonde creates enough of a distraction for Braddock to roll under the ropes and push to a stance on the apron’s edge. The champ-champ is pointed toward her thousands of haters and lets loose, demanding the FAWNatics shut their mouths and give her a silent arena in which she can properly concentrate.
From behind, a smirking Soshana sinks her nails into the long golden mane of the Brat, but before Bianca’s next grievance escapes her lips, Braddock reaches behind, cupping her linked fingers over the crown of the vertically-challenged Soto’s skull. The Cali Quake drops off the deck, falling to the floor with Lil’ So-So in tow, if briefly. The Latina hot-shots off the top cable, her throat landing across the rubber-coated steel, whiplashing her away.
A gasping, breathless Soto staggers away, grasping at her injured airway while Braddock rolls back in the ring and charges at her challenger from behind, clubbing the back of Soto’s cranium with a hammer-like forearm. Soshana lurches forward, then is quickly corralled by the curvy combatant who’s proven so resourceful since taking the Light and World titles in back-to-back months from Queen Maria and the CEO.
Kat bullies Soto into a corner and kicks her foe’s abbreviated stems out from under her, Lil’ So-So taking a resounding seat on the canvas, lower limbs extended in front of her. With her adversary in place, Braddock hustles to the far buckles, spins, and races toward her challenger, leaping as she pivots 90 degrees and SLAMMING a head-blasting, hip check, knocking the senses and stuffing out of Lil’ So-So.
With Soto’s dark eyes glassy, her head bobbling, Kat latches onto her dark locks, lifts, and hair mares Soshana several feet distant from the buckles. It leaves the Quake with her chance to land a soccer kick, this one to Soto’s lower vertebrae, sending the Latina into a pained arch. Kat steps in front of the anguished So-So and NAILS her foe’s chest with a reverse thrust kick, leaving Soto horizontal and hurting.
Feeling more herself after the fast start from Little Dynamite, Braddock grabs an ankle and spins her foe in a 180 turn as she walks by on her way to the recently vacated corner. Kat also takes time to kick the golden stems of the Caliente cutie wide in a suspicious ‘V’ shape.
It’s back to the buckles for the vengeful Brat. She climbs with a purpose, reaching the top and turning to face her target.
“Here’s a little south-of-the border action for ya,” she shouts to a pensive Gabby.
Kat launches from her penthouse perch in a single file, arms tight to her side, the crown of her head leading the way into a brutal head butt to the crotch of the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force.
Nailed flush by The Big One via Kat’s dreadful descent, a bug-eyed Soshana shoots to a seat, hands buried between her thighs, weakly pushing at Kat to remove her from between. Braddock rises with a weary grin. Pequeno Dinamita exploded out of the gate but now she’s fizzling.
Kat waves cheerily at an irritated G-Money.
“Next time, find some courage and get in the ring yourself, instead of sending your little chihuahua.”
Gabby’s perfect pearlies grind the pink wad between her jaw, staring lasers of hate at the Quake.
“At least you know how to keep your trap shut,” Kat adds. “Try and teach these people the same.”
Kat returns her full attention to Soto, the conversation with Mendoza allowing Soshana to reach a knee. It suits Braddock fine as she sinks her nails into So-So’s dark mop, holding her foe’s hair to keep her semi-upright when she sends a three-spot of Bratty Butt Bumpers into the noggin of the challenger, THUMPING ass to left temple with abandon, leaving the Latina a dazed mess, Soto staring blankly into the rafters above.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
A chuckling Kat slaps her right ass cheek.
“Girl doesn’t know what to do with the white meat.”
Braddock walks by an ecstatic Simpson, sticks an arm through the ropes and receives a high-five from her comely subordinate. She proceeds on her orbit to a surly Gabby, Braddock briefly offering a hand before quickly taking it back.
“Keep pushing it, gringa,” Caliente’s captain warns.
“Don’t you worry about that,” the champ-champ responds.
Kat strides back to the rising Soto. She reaches for another handful of raven mane when a kneeling So-So surges and STUFFS a right fist deep into the plush tanned tummy of the Brat. A wide-eyed Braddock doubles over with a loud grunt, a substantial exhale escaping her lips.
Soshana rises, bringing a European Uppercut with her, cracking Kat’s head back, putting Braddock on her heels.
A delving toe kick to the roiling Achilles abs of the blonde guts Kat and leaves Braddock bent at the waist.
Showing her recuperative ability, Lil’ So-So leaps over her adversary, collecting Kat’s legs as she somersaults over, pulling the Cali Quake down with a sunset flip. The Latina stacks the former beachfighter on her shoulders between Soto’s extended legs, Kat’s derriere pointed to the lights above as she squirms through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
WHOA!
The crowd seems unsure until Nick hops to his feet, holding only two fingers aloft, drawing a disappointed groan from the FAWNatics.
Blonde and brunette clamber to their feet, turning toward each other. The curvier combatant pulls Soshana into a tight, chest-to-chest bearhug, Braddock’s bosom swallowing Soto’s. Kat’s embrace draws a chirp and a rushed exhale from the Latina. Braddock lifts the fidgeting Soto to tiptoes and beyond, rattling her challenger.
So-So fruitlessly pries at the cinching arms of her foe. She finds a hint of slack, but it’s only because the Brat is on her descent to genuflect. The Quake DRIVES the plank of her upper leg viciously into the undercarriage of the spicy Mexican grappler, freezing Soto from the waves of pain emanating from her privates, courtesy an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Inverted Atomic Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE )
The blonde pulls back, leaving Little Dynamite defused, a wide berth remaining between the tawny stems of the Caliente cutie. Doing her best to waddle and failing, Soto becomes a ripe target for the champ-champ, Kat turning and rushing to the ropes then rebounding at full speed and SPEARING the holy hell out of Soshana. Soto is planted into the deck with the assistance of the perfect tackle from Kat.
Instead of going for the pin, Braddock surrounds Lil’ So-So’s throat with both palms and lifts Soshana with a tightening grip on her foe’s windpipe. Kat heaves the challenger to her corner, Soto hitting the buckles HARD and collapsing into a pretty pool at the base of the corner.
A cheery Braddock gets in Castle’s grill, pivoting the ref with a hand on his shoulder, thanking him for keeping the match a fair one.
“Congrats, Nick. You really surprised me calling it down the middle on that Sunset. Don’t let anyone tell you’re a sucker for the saps like Sanders.”
“uhhh…thanks, I guess,” Castle responds.
Behind him, Bianca’s reaches under the bottom rope and tightens her right arm across the neck of Soshana. Soto’s face flushes from pink to red to purple as she gasps for breath, Simpson choking her out, Bianca perhaps finding her calling is not that of a wrestler but of a flunky.
With the crowd screaming and Gabby spitting mad, enough she loses her gum, the official finally turns his attention to the challenger and Bianca is politely back in place, flashing her big brown doe eyes at the striped shirt.
With a dozen front row denizens pointing at Simpson, making their case to Castle, Bianca insists on her innocence.
“Did you?” Nick asks, knowing it was a futile question as soon as it escaped his lips.
Bianca bats her lids in a ‘who me?’ feign of purity…until she’s ruined by a rampaging Mendoza. Gabby CRASHES into Simpson from the side, pouncing and launching Kat’s minion the several feet to the guardrail, Simpson’s ribs THWANKING against the sturdy steel bars.
Bianca collapses to the floor, then into a tight ball as a furious G-Money stomps a mudhole out of the defenseless and winless blonde.
Inside the ring, Braddock enjoys the altercation, particularly when Castle moves to the ropes above the beatdown and tosses both women from ringside with a looping right arm toss. The FAWNatics erupt in jeers as they are just starting to enjoy Simpson’s presence.
A beaming Kat couldn’t be happier. She’s just traded the brainless Bianca for the Babyfaced Killer, security pulling Gabby off the blasted blonde and physically escorting her from ringside while a single attendant helps a limping, ragged Simpson in the same direction.
“Worth every penny I’m not going to pay her,” the Brat chuckles, turning her full attention back to Soto, whose used the delay to her benefit.
Leaping to the wide-eyed blonde, So-So tucks her knees tight to Kat’s abundant chest, cupping her hands around the back of Braddock’s neck, and BLASTS the Cali Quake with her signature Firecracker, an inverted lungblower.
Firecracker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :12
Kat’s ejected into the air from the force of the impact when Soshana’s back hits the canvas and the Brat THUMPS against the deck not far from the Latina. Unlike her Mexican counterpart, Braddock’s not kipping to her feet anytime soon.
Little Dynamite eschews the pin once risen, instead heading for the nearest corner. She deftly ascends, turning to face the end of a long journey to the Lightweight championship. The air guard of the Latina Strike Force takes to the skies, flipping majestically through the Orlando night and SLAMMING down across Kat’s open, spongy breadbasket with a redonkulous 450 SPLASH!
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4tsN0RTI8&t=70s ) 1:13
Lil’ So-So, in a pre-made pin, hooks the limp leg of a gurgling Kat, rotating to a back press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd groans in frustration as the Brat kicks free with the end of her sub-125 reign inches away. Kat ends on her hip and shoulder, hugging her tummy, drawing raspy breaths.
The fiery lucha sinks her nails into the wildly tousled flaxen mop of the Quake and drags Katrina Two-Belts up for the final time. Soto dips an arm between the rubbery stems of a wobbling Braddock and ‘hups’ Kat across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
The assembled come to their feet in preparation of the transfer of lightweight gold, Lil’ So-So’s shining moment one Flashbang away.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss ) :16
But as Soto steadies for launch, Kat’s right elbow flashes like a piston, thump…thump…thumping into the Mexican’s temple until the challenger loses her grip, Braddock dropping to the canvas behind her.
Soshana spins in a panic. As she does, Kat grabs her shoulders and THUMPS a signature Heart Butt into the cleft of the challenger’s bosom. The modified head butt sends Lil’ So-So’s dark eyes rolling white, her blood-pumper skipping a beat from the impact.
With Little Dynamite’s wick cut, Braddock grabs her foe’s right wrist and shoulder and sends Soto off on a zombie-like charge to the cables. So-So rebounds toward a centrally stationed Kat and the power-packed fireplug scoops the Caliente cutie off the canvas, pivots, and PLANTS her nearly THROUGH the mat with a ring-rattling spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/shorts/KILF1ev8opI )
The champ-champ presses tight in a cross-body pin, not bothering to hook a leg after that collision, and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
So-So shoves a shoulder up, infuriating the blonde. Kat wraps her palms around the noggin of the Mexican grappler and tugs Soto to rubbery legs as she rises.
Not letting the Latina have a moment to recover, Braddock sends Soshana staggering to the far buckles with another Irish Whip. Soshana turns into a back-first connection, rattling the supple frame of the challenger. The Brat arrives a split-second later, BURYING Soto with a corner splash, eliciting a groan from the sympathetic FAWNatics.
Keeping close to her splattered foe, Kat bashes away with forearm shivers to Soto’s jaw until she’s a ragdoll in front of the ferocious titleholder. Braddock hooks Soshana’s arms over the top rope on either side and uses the wrists as handles, pulling toward her as she leans back. The Brat presses a boot to the Mexican’s crotch and tips even further, grinding her raised sole into the spandex-sheathed undercarriage of the grimacing So-So.
Castle’s count finally saves the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force, but the Cali Quake’s far from done with her use of the corner. The curvy blonde lifts one lithe leg, placing it over a middle rope, then does likewise on the opposite side.
With a wincing Soto set for an untoward attack to her kitty, a smirking Kat jogs to the opposite buckles, turns, and sprints toward her vulnerable adversary.
The crowd watches in silent dismay as Kat leaps into a dropkick to Soshana’s womanhood, NAILING the south-of-the-border superstar with her signature Sand Blaster.
A whimpering So-So slumps, then tumbles out of her predicament, puddling in front of the corner. A risen Braddock digs her nails into the ebony locks of her challenger and leads Soshana doggy-style to the center of the ring, using her foe’s dark mane as a leash.
Overwhelmed, Lil’ So-So can offer no defense as she’s pulled to stooped feet. The champ-champ tugs her challengers’ lowered head into a front facelock, tossing a limp arm of the Caliente cutie over the back of her neck.
Grabbing a handful of spandex on Soto’s hip, the Quake vaults the smaller Soshana into her lap, Kat cradling a leg to keep her there.
“ADIOS!” Braddock shouts, then lays out, SPIKING So-So’s skull into the deck with her fatal Kat Nap finisher.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
As Soto tumbles to a wide spreadeagle, the groan from the crowd tells the tale.
This match is done.
Leisurely, Kat spins to press her palms into the slack, golden-skinned frame, one on her challenger’s navel, the other on Soto’s chest, Kat doing a set of push-ups as Castle slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Pequeno Dinamita is thoroughly extinguished, with not so much as flinch at the end of her effort to take the Lightweight title, comatose from the consciousness-robbing Nap.
Kat stares down at the dormant features of Lil’ So-So, shaking her head.
“Oh, what I’m going to do to you.”
Braddock pushes to her feet and hovers over Soto, getting her money shot, boot on bosom, Castle raising her arm. The Brat rips her limb away from the official and stomps away at the helpless challenger until a stir from the crowd divides Kat’s attention.
Expecting a member of her foe’s Caliente crew, instead it’s J-Dogg racing toward her, perhaps not to rescue but for revenge. Kat charges the entering Washington. Jasmine ducks under and beats Braddock to a wicked European Uppercut when the women turn to face each other.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
A glistening, wobbling Braddock stares blankly at the Dogg. Jas, sporting newly blonde locks, ducks her head between Braddock’s trembling thighs. Washington’s arms wrapping tightly behind the champ’s knees.
“Bytch. Don’t EVEN forget the Dogg is on your tail.”
Jasmine lifts the gobsmacked Kat up and over, draping the dazed Quake down her back, ass over tea kettle.
DOWN Katrina Two-Belts goes, Jas dropping to her knees and DESTROYING Braddock with her Ass Backwards Driver.
Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQQSmR9sEI )
An unconscious Kat flops to her spine in a lifeless starfish.
Jasmine hops to her feet and turns to do a little hovering her own, but pointing her attention to the hard cam and making the international symbol for ‘MY BELT’ across her waist, no doubt meaning to make the World hers.
“Brat ain’t holdin’ the Dogg’s gold any longer,” the Dogg informs. “Bytch is goin’ back to the pound at Slaybor Day!”
The show fades to the FAWN logo then to black as Red, White and Bruised reaches a grand finale worthy of Fourth of July fireworks.
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A pocket-sized Latina pushes into view and sambas to center stage, Soto sashaying to the sound of salsa with Muy Caliente’s el hefe Gabby Mendoza close behind.
SOSHANA SOTO
GABBY MENDOZA
The air wing of the Latina Strike Force and her generalissimo might have received an earsplitting ovation this time last year, but they’d turned against other fan favorites in the meantime. While they still have the Latinx fans in the palms of their hands, others are less excited. Still, when facing Braddock, the FAWN enthusiasts tend to be more liberal in their support and much of the sellout is excited to see if the Mexican lucha can be the spicy recipe finally ending the reign of Katrina Two-Belts.
Soto’s wardrobe includes a purple sports bra top with gold trim, her tight, boy-cut trunks the same color as her top, also with a gold trim. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold-colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Though she’s not scheduled for action, Gabby’s in her Caliente gear as well, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by the purple and gold gear, the two piece of crop top and booty shorts showing solidarity with her teammate ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the makeover.
Mendoza follows Soshana down the ramp, neither taking the time to interact with their fans. After all, this is a business trip for Muy Caliente.
Soto hops to the apron, wipes her boots and grabs the top rope, then flings herself into the ring with a front flip, landing with feline grace.
The LaPaz native moves to the middle as Gabby enters conventionally, slipping between the cables. The Bubblicious connoisseur sidles behind her smaller compatriot, massaging the shoulders of Lil’ So-So.
As the music fades, the ring announcer introduces the first competitor.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship…ONLY.”
The crowd boos resonate as they want both belts Kat possesses on the line, but it seems negotiations ended with Braddock’s agents having won the first battle.
“First, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dinamita… Little Dynamite…Soshana Soto!”
The arena thunders with an enthusiastic roar.
Soshana lifts her arms high and wide, ready to claim gold for the first time, with her biggest supporter in her corner. Tex and Mex move to the buckles most distant from the entrance and wait for the woman who owns tonight’s prize AND the World Title.
With the champ-champ’s foe situated, a Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform to spiteful miscreants as the thunder from the speakers reverberates. An earthquake-sized round of boos makes clear the crowd’s distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her unsavory talents.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a blinding light.
When the dazzling illumination subsides, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding Golden State gremlin is center stage.
KAT BRADDOCK:
But this time, she is not alone. Trailing behind, holding both sets of Kat’s hardware is the former Jobber Extraordinaire now henchwoman ordinaire Bianca Simpson.
The doe-eyed blonde has her battle gear in place, though to think Simpson could be effective in her Baywatch-like, red one-piece with white knee-high boots is to have never seen her in action.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Still, she makes an acceptable flunky in the Cali Quake’s opinion. Kat directs her to lead the way, Bianca lifting each belt high.
Braddock trails several feet behind, smirking at the sheep who don’t like the flaxen-haired wolf within their midst. Her gilded resume clear courtesy of Simpson, the buxom Brat chuckles at the flood of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY! HERE…FOREVER!” the wannabe star shouts for the real thing.
The parade reaches the squared circle, Cheshire grin remaining firmly planted on Kat. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strides toward the combat zone in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks and boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
Kat’s gear (
and ( ).Reaching the ring, Bianca ascends, moves halfway down the length of the ring in front of the hard cam, and sits on the middle cable, pushing the top high for her superior to pass through with the greatest of ease.
Taking center stage as the face of FAWN, Braddock demands Bianca lay a belt over each shoulder, then motions her new subordinate to fetch a microphone. Simpson hurries to complete her task, raising the stick to Kat’s lips as the champion’s music fades, adding mic stand to her resume.
The crowd’s volume rises to try and silence the curvy blonde.
“You know the rules. It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs and the champ-champ waits impatiently.
“We all know these Caliente losers worked with that Dogg Washington to try and steal my titles! Bianca did her best to stop them. Unfortunately, she did so in a way that technically puts an ‘L’ on my permanent record.”
Kat receives a rare cheer.
“We won’t be doing that again, will we?” The Brat asks with acid tongue.
“No ma’am’. Not at all. Never!” the obsequious Bianca assures.
“Good.”
Braddock turns both hazel eyes to Soto.
“Now I have to batter this south-of-the-border pipsqueak to show what a mistake they made in getting in my business. Of course, no one her size should ever be considered for a World Championship fight,” the slightly larger Braddock informs, “so only the Lightweight title will be on the line. Not that it matters because Little Dynamite’s fuse ain’t ever gonna be lit against this California Quake!”
Kat motions for Bianca to move the amplifier to Simpson’s lips.
“Before you in all her glory…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. THE California Quake. The most dominant champion ever known…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Bianca tosses the stick aside and gives Kat a rabid ovation before receiving the belts back for safekeeping. The two blondes move to the champ-champ’s corner, Simpson sliding through and dropping to the floor, Kat stretching as the bell brings the title fight to order.
Both lightweights move to the middle, features dripping superiority complex. Blonde and Latina go chest to chest and Kat starts jawing until the Mexican spitfire piefaces the California Quake. A loud ‘ooooh’ emanates from the crowd and a furious Braddock takes a wild haymaker swing at her challenger.
Soto deftly ducks beneath the swipe and both women spin to face the other, the Caliente cutie quicker on the draw, sending a toe kick deep into the plush, tanned tummy of the titleholder.
A bug-eyed, groaning Braddock can’t resist Soshana pulling her lowered head between slender, sinewy thighs and Lil’ So-So clamps down. Soto’s legs tense as she pulses power through the abbreviated stems, tightening the standing headscissors on her curvy competitor.
Kat’s arms circle under the curve of the Latina’s glutes, readying a back body drop to escape the mind-numbing pressure. But before the Brat can break free, Little Dynamite drops to her knees, PLANTING Kat’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards for an early test of the champ’s cognizance.
Soshana dismounts, moves to Braddock’s side, and pushes Kat to her back, then drops across the abdomen of the flattened face of FAWN for the…
ONE…
The Cali Quake pushes the diminutive dynamo off, Lil’ So-So realizing her attempt to end the match was premature but enjoying making the champ-champ kick loose this early.
Reaching a seated position, Braddock’s wrists are captured from behind and Soto uses them as handlebars, yanking them behind the blonde. A penitent Soshana drives a knee between Kat’s shoulderblades and works a modified surfboard, testing the ligaments in the Brat’s shoulders.
“That crazy ass bubble blower put thoughts in your tiny mind about winning,” Braddock grunts. “And I’m guessing she wants the world title? Neither of you are in my neighborhood.”
Soshana rises and replaces her knee with a boot sole to the back of Kat’s neck.
“We won’t be in your neighborhood long, gringa. We’ll take what we want and head back to mi barrio.”
Soto releases her handles and sweeps a kick to the right temple of Braddock, sending her foe flopping to shoulder and hip. Little Dynamite skips over the Brat and hops to the bottom rope. She springboards behind her blindly and the coffin drop sends her CRASHING across the ribs of the champ-champ, sending Braddock into a spasm of pain before pushing from under Soto and rolling out under the bottom rope to slow down the assault of the Latina.
Kat trudges toward her back-up, face pinched in pain, and Bianca swallows her boss up in an embrace Braddock shakes off.
“Boundaries Bianca. Just keep one eye on Mendoza and the other on that little chimichanga in the ring.”
“Yes ma’am,” comes the servile reply.
Simpson’s big, brown, doe eyes search for Gabby and find her safely distant in the Caliente corner. She turns her attention to the ring and…WOAH…
So-So is sprinting toward the two blondes and throws her frame between the middle an bottom strands, SLAMMING into the champ and her lackey in equal measures with a Suicide Dive.
Suicide Dive ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMc_NDFuZks ) :28
With both gringas levelled, a frenetic Soshana leaps to her feet to roars from the crowd, the FAWNatics’ support having been hard to come by for the Calente crew lately since their turn to the dark side. But today, The Brat counteracted any hard feelings. Today, Lil’ So-So was a fan favorite once more.
Grabbing Bianca by a handful of flaxen locks, Soto rips the champ’s second to her feet and whips her like a frisbee into the guardrail, the nasty CLANK of flesh and bone to metal reverberating, Simpson ending pooled in a whimpering puddle.
Soto dealing with the Jobber Extraordinaire gives Kat a chance reach her feet and drive a boot into the pit of the Mexican’s right knee, forcing So-So to genuflect. Kat yanks the dark locks of the challenger back, so the Latina stares into the face of her doom.
Kat raises a clubbing forearm.
“Let’s count the ways you’re going to regret that.”
Braddock lands looping forearm smashes to Soto’s chest from behind, reaching FIVE…SIX…BOOOM.
The Tex-Mex cavalry arrives in the form of Gabby as she SPEARS Kat from the side, interrupting the beatdown. Ending in a Thesz Press of the champ-champ, Mendoza unleashes with a flurry of fists.
From the ring above, lead ref Nick Castle tries to regain some semblance of order, the rising count the only effort that works. A limping Soto rolls back in the ring and a harried Kat joins her courtesy a helpful heave from G-Money.
Braddock pushes to her feet, only for So-So to step to her and unload a European Uppercut under the chin that snaps Kat’s noggin back in whiplash-like fashion. The rocked Quake staggers to the buckles behind her while the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force skips to the opposite set, then turns and flies across the canvas, leaping from several feet out to CRUSH the curvy Kat beneath a Mexican Splash that takes the starch from the titleholder.
Braddock’s legs give way and she splats to the canvas on her bountiful backside. With Kat’s head lolling, arms limp at her sides, a rampaging So-So has all the invitation she needs to race to the distant corner, turn and bust her tiny butt in a beeline back to the waiting blonde.
Again, Soshana leaps from distance, this time with legs extended, and, grabbing the top rope, she THUMPS her tail into Kat’s abundant chest, her crotch into Braddock’s chin. Soto rides Kat until the golden-maned bronco is busted, rattling the fireplug frame of the champ, time and time again until the Brat’s left a limp dishrag under the derriere of Little Dynamite.
Bronco Buster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=unXsZD9LXi0 )
Lil’ So-So dismounts, grin firmly planted and crowd roaring. She snatches the ankles of the waylaid Braddock and pulls the flaccid Kat to center stage. The Caliente cutie lets Kat’s legs drop leaden to the canvas and lowers atop her adversary in a crossbody pin, ready to wrest both a win and the Lightweight title from the subjugated gringa with the…
OME…
TWO…
Kat saves her Lightweight title, shoving a shoulder off the deck to maintain her moniker of Katrina Two-Belts.
The blonde rolls to her chest and Little Dynamite dives to a seat next to her, wrapping her left arm around the noggin of the Cali Quake. Soshana grinds Braddock’s ears within the grip, roughly working her advantage while Braddock works her way to a knee.
Slowly, the Brat pushes to her feet, her braincase stooped as it remains controlled by the Latina, Soto reluctant to give up her headlock. Lil’ So-So pulls Braddock over a hip, flipping the flaxen-haired fireplug to her backside, Kat grimacing as the THUMP against her tailbone makes her seat less than comfortable.
Unable to get out of first gear against the Caliente cutie thus far, head pressed between the hands of the surprisingly dominant Mexican grappler, Kat butt-scoots within leg’s reach of the ropes and drapes an ankle over the bottom cable. She bleats for her release, and it’s granted by Castle, though the spicy So-So flattens the busty blonde with a soccer kick to the chest just after giving up her grip.
“Stop cheating,” Bianca whines from the sidelines. “How are we supposed to keep our title if you keep allowing this BS, Castle?”
Soshana chuckles at Braddock’s stooge.
“Win a match, then you can talk about anything happening in this ring.”
Simpson’s nose scrunches in aggravation, wanting to roast Soto in return, but it’s difficult without a single ‘W’ to point to in her FAWN career.
However, the doe-eyed blonde creates enough of a distraction for Braddock to roll under the ropes and push to a stance on the apron’s edge. The champ-champ is pointed toward her thousands of haters and lets loose, demanding the FAWNatics shut their mouths and give her a silent arena in which she can properly concentrate.
From behind, a smirking Soshana sinks her nails into the long golden mane of the Brat, but before Bianca’s next grievance escapes her lips, Braddock reaches behind, cupping her linked fingers over the crown of the vertically-challenged Soto’s skull. The Cali Quake drops off the deck, falling to the floor with Lil’ So-So in tow, if briefly. The Latina hot-shots off the top cable, her throat landing across the rubber-coated steel, whiplashing her away.
A gasping, breathless Soto staggers away, grasping at her injured airway while Braddock rolls back in the ring and charges at her challenger from behind, clubbing the back of Soto’s cranium with a hammer-like forearm. Soshana lurches forward, then is quickly corralled by the curvy combatant who’s proven so resourceful since taking the Light and World titles in back-to-back months from Queen Maria and the CEO.
Kat bullies Soto into a corner and kicks her foe’s abbreviated stems out from under her, Lil’ So-So taking a resounding seat on the canvas, lower limbs extended in front of her. With her adversary in place, Braddock hustles to the far buckles, spins, and races toward her challenger, leaping as she pivots 90 degrees and SLAMMING a head-blasting, hip check, knocking the senses and stuffing out of Lil’ So-So.
With Soto’s dark eyes glassy, her head bobbling, Kat latches onto her dark locks, lifts, and hair mares Soshana several feet distant from the buckles. It leaves the Quake with her chance to land a soccer kick, this one to Soto’s lower vertebrae, sending the Latina into a pained arch. Kat steps in front of the anguished So-So and NAILS her foe’s chest with a reverse thrust kick, leaving Soto horizontal and hurting.
Feeling more herself after the fast start from Little Dynamite, Braddock grabs an ankle and spins her foe in a 180 turn as she walks by on her way to the recently vacated corner. Kat also takes time to kick the golden stems of the Caliente cutie wide in a suspicious ‘V’ shape.
It’s back to the buckles for the vengeful Brat. She climbs with a purpose, reaching the top and turning to face her target.
“Here’s a little south-of-the border action for ya,” she shouts to a pensive Gabby.
Kat launches from her penthouse perch in a single file, arms tight to her side, the crown of her head leading the way into a brutal head butt to the crotch of the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force.
Nailed flush by The Big One via Kat’s dreadful descent, a bug-eyed Soshana shoots to a seat, hands buried between her thighs, weakly pushing at Kat to remove her from between. Braddock rises with a weary grin. Pequeno Dinamita exploded out of the gate but now she’s fizzling.
Kat waves cheerily at an irritated G-Money.
“Next time, find some courage and get in the ring yourself, instead of sending your little chihuahua.”
Gabby’s perfect pearlies grind the pink wad between her jaw, staring lasers of hate at the Quake.
“At least you know how to keep your trap shut,” Kat adds. “Try and teach these people the same.”
Kat returns her full attention to Soto, the conversation with Mendoza allowing Soshana to reach a knee. It suits Braddock fine as she sinks her nails into So-So’s dark mop, holding her foe’s hair to keep her semi-upright when she sends a three-spot of Bratty Butt Bumpers into the noggin of the challenger, THUMPING ass to left temple with abandon, leaving the Latina a dazed mess, Soto staring blankly into the rafters above.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
A chuckling Kat slaps her right ass cheek.
“Girl doesn’t know what to do with the white meat.”
Braddock walks by an ecstatic Simpson, sticks an arm through the ropes and receives a high-five from her comely subordinate. She proceeds on her orbit to a surly Gabby, Braddock briefly offering a hand before quickly taking it back.
“Keep pushing it, gringa,” Caliente’s captain warns.
“Don’t you worry about that,” the champ-champ responds.
Kat strides back to the rising Soto. She reaches for another handful of raven mane when a kneeling So-So surges and STUFFS a right fist deep into the plush tanned tummy of the Brat. A wide-eyed Braddock doubles over with a loud grunt, a substantial exhale escaping her lips.
Soshana rises, bringing a European Uppercut with her, cracking Kat’s head back, putting Braddock on her heels.
A delving toe kick to the roiling Achilles abs of the blonde guts Kat and leaves Braddock bent at the waist.
Showing her recuperative ability, Lil’ So-So leaps over her adversary, collecting Kat’s legs as she somersaults over, pulling the Cali Quake down with a sunset flip. The Latina stacks the former beachfighter on her shoulders between Soto’s extended legs, Kat’s derriere pointed to the lights above as she squirms through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
WHOA!
The crowd seems unsure until Nick hops to his feet, holding only two fingers aloft, drawing a disappointed groan from the FAWNatics.
Blonde and brunette clamber to their feet, turning toward each other. The curvier combatant pulls Soshana into a tight, chest-to-chest bearhug, Braddock’s bosom swallowing Soto’s. Kat’s embrace draws a chirp and a rushed exhale from the Latina. Braddock lifts the fidgeting Soto to tiptoes and beyond, rattling her challenger.
So-So fruitlessly pries at the cinching arms of her foe. She finds a hint of slack, but it’s only because the Brat is on her descent to genuflect. The Quake DRIVES the plank of her upper leg viciously into the undercarriage of the spicy Mexican grappler, freezing Soto from the waves of pain emanating from her privates, courtesy an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Inverted Atomic Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE )
The blonde pulls back, leaving Little Dynamite defused, a wide berth remaining between the tawny stems of the Caliente cutie. Doing her best to waddle and failing, Soto becomes a ripe target for the champ-champ, Kat turning and rushing to the ropes then rebounding at full speed and SPEARING the holy hell out of Soshana. Soto is planted into the deck with the assistance of the perfect tackle from Kat.
Instead of going for the pin, Braddock surrounds Lil’ So-So’s throat with both palms and lifts Soshana with a tightening grip on her foe’s windpipe. Kat heaves the challenger to her corner, Soto hitting the buckles HARD and collapsing into a pretty pool at the base of the corner.
A cheery Braddock gets in Castle’s grill, pivoting the ref with a hand on his shoulder, thanking him for keeping the match a fair one.
“Congrats, Nick. You really surprised me calling it down the middle on that Sunset. Don’t let anyone tell you’re a sucker for the saps like Sanders.”
“uhhh…thanks, I guess,” Castle responds.
Behind him, Bianca’s reaches under the bottom rope and tightens her right arm across the neck of Soshana. Soto’s face flushes from pink to red to purple as she gasps for breath, Simpson choking her out, Bianca perhaps finding her calling is not that of a wrestler but of a flunky.
With the crowd screaming and Gabby spitting mad, enough she loses her gum, the official finally turns his attention to the challenger and Bianca is politely back in place, flashing her big brown doe eyes at the striped shirt.
With a dozen front row denizens pointing at Simpson, making their case to Castle, Bianca insists on her innocence.
“Did you?” Nick asks, knowing it was a futile question as soon as it escaped his lips.
Bianca bats her lids in a ‘who me?’ feign of purity…until she’s ruined by a rampaging Mendoza. Gabby CRASHES into Simpson from the side, pouncing and launching Kat’s minion the several feet to the guardrail, Simpson’s ribs THWANKING against the sturdy steel bars.
Bianca collapses to the floor, then into a tight ball as a furious G-Money stomps a mudhole out of the defenseless and winless blonde.
Inside the ring, Braddock enjoys the altercation, particularly when Castle moves to the ropes above the beatdown and tosses both women from ringside with a looping right arm toss. The FAWNatics erupt in jeers as they are just starting to enjoy Simpson’s presence.
A beaming Kat couldn’t be happier. She’s just traded the brainless Bianca for the Babyfaced Killer, security pulling Gabby off the blasted blonde and physically escorting her from ringside while a single attendant helps a limping, ragged Simpson in the same direction.
“Worth every penny I’m not going to pay her,” the Brat chuckles, turning her full attention back to Soto, whose used the delay to her benefit.
Leaping to the wide-eyed blonde, So-So tucks her knees tight to Kat’s abundant chest, cupping her hands around the back of Braddock’s neck, and BLASTS the Cali Quake with her signature Firecracker, an inverted lungblower.
Firecracker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :12
Kat’s ejected into the air from the force of the impact when Soshana’s back hits the canvas and the Brat THUMPS against the deck not far from the Latina. Unlike her Mexican counterpart, Braddock’s not kipping to her feet anytime soon.
Little Dynamite eschews the pin once risen, instead heading for the nearest corner. She deftly ascends, turning to face the end of a long journey to the Lightweight championship. The air guard of the Latina Strike Force takes to the skies, flipping majestically through the Orlando night and SLAMMING down across Kat’s open, spongy breadbasket with a redonkulous 450 SPLASH!
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH4tsN0RTI8&t=70s ) 1:13
Lil’ So-So, in a pre-made pin, hooks the limp leg of a gurgling Kat, rotating to a back press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd groans in frustration as the Brat kicks free with the end of her sub-125 reign inches away. Kat ends on her hip and shoulder, hugging her tummy, drawing raspy breaths.
The fiery lucha sinks her nails into the wildly tousled flaxen mop of the Quake and drags Katrina Two-Belts up for the final time. Soto dips an arm between the rubbery stems of a wobbling Braddock and ‘hups’ Kat across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
The assembled come to their feet in preparation of the transfer of lightweight gold, Lil’ So-So’s shining moment one Flashbang away.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss ) :16
But as Soto steadies for launch, Kat’s right elbow flashes like a piston, thump…thump…thumping into the Mexican’s temple until the challenger loses her grip, Braddock dropping to the canvas behind her.
Soshana spins in a panic. As she does, Kat grabs her shoulders and THUMPS a signature Heart Butt into the cleft of the challenger’s bosom. The modified head butt sends Lil’ So-So’s dark eyes rolling white, her blood-pumper skipping a beat from the impact.
With Little Dynamite’s wick cut, Braddock grabs her foe’s right wrist and shoulder and sends Soto off on a zombie-like charge to the cables. So-So rebounds toward a centrally stationed Kat and the power-packed fireplug scoops the Caliente cutie off the canvas, pivots, and PLANTS her nearly THROUGH the mat with a ring-rattling spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/shorts/KILF1ev8opI )
The champ-champ presses tight in a cross-body pin, not bothering to hook a leg after that collision, and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
So-So shoves a shoulder up, infuriating the blonde. Kat wraps her palms around the noggin of the Mexican grappler and tugs Soto to rubbery legs as she rises.
Not letting the Latina have a moment to recover, Braddock sends Soshana staggering to the far buckles with another Irish Whip. Soshana turns into a back-first connection, rattling the supple frame of the challenger. The Brat arrives a split-second later, BURYING Soto with a corner splash, eliciting a groan from the sympathetic FAWNatics.
Keeping close to her splattered foe, Kat bashes away with forearm shivers to Soto’s jaw until she’s a ragdoll in front of the ferocious titleholder. Braddock hooks Soshana’s arms over the top rope on either side and uses the wrists as handles, pulling toward her as she leans back. The Brat presses a boot to the Mexican’s crotch and tips even further, grinding her raised sole into the spandex-sheathed undercarriage of the grimacing So-So.
Castle’s count finally saves the smallest member of the Latina Strike Force, but the Cali Quake’s far from done with her use of the corner. The curvy blonde lifts one lithe leg, placing it over a middle rope, then does likewise on the opposite side.
With a wincing Soto set for an untoward attack to her kitty, a smirking Kat jogs to the opposite buckles, turns, and sprints toward her vulnerable adversary.
The crowd watches in silent dismay as Kat leaps into a dropkick to Soshana’s womanhood, NAILING the south-of-the-border superstar with her signature Sand Blaster.
A whimpering So-So slumps, then tumbles out of her predicament, puddling in front of the corner. A risen Braddock digs her nails into the ebony locks of her challenger and leads Soshana doggy-style to the center of the ring, using her foe’s dark mane as a leash.
Overwhelmed, Lil’ So-So can offer no defense as she’s pulled to stooped feet. The champ-champ tugs her challengers’ lowered head into a front facelock, tossing a limp arm of the Caliente cutie over the back of her neck.
Grabbing a handful of spandex on Soto’s hip, the Quake vaults the smaller Soshana into her lap, Kat cradling a leg to keep her there.
“ADIOS!” Braddock shouts, then lays out, SPIKING So-So’s skull into the deck with her fatal Kat Nap finisher.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
As Soto tumbles to a wide spreadeagle, the groan from the crowd tells the tale.
This match is done.
Leisurely, Kat spins to press her palms into the slack, golden-skinned frame, one on her challenger’s navel, the other on Soto’s chest, Kat doing a set of push-ups as Castle slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Pequeno Dinamita is thoroughly extinguished, with not so much as flinch at the end of her effort to take the Lightweight title, comatose from the consciousness-robbing Nap.
Kat stares down at the dormant features of Lil’ So-So, shaking her head.
“Oh, what I’m going to do to you.”
Braddock pushes to her feet and hovers over Soto, getting her money shot, boot on bosom, Castle raising her arm. The Brat rips her limb away from the official and stomps away at the helpless challenger until a stir from the crowd divides Kat’s attention.
Expecting a member of her foe’s Caliente crew, instead it’s J-Dogg racing toward her, perhaps not to rescue but for revenge. Kat charges the entering Washington. Jasmine ducks under and beats Braddock to a wicked European Uppercut when the women turn to face each other.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
A glistening, wobbling Braddock stares blankly at the Dogg. Jas, sporting newly blonde locks, ducks her head between Braddock’s trembling thighs. Washington’s arms wrapping tightly behind the champ’s knees.
“Bytch. Don’t EVEN forget the Dogg is on your tail.”
Jasmine lifts the gobsmacked Kat up and over, draping the dazed Quake down her back, ass over tea kettle.
DOWN Katrina Two-Belts goes, Jas dropping to her knees and DESTROYING Braddock with her Ass Backwards Driver.
Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQQSmR9sEI )
An unconscious Kat flops to her spine in a lifeless starfish.
Jasmine hops to her feet and turns to do a little hovering her own, but pointing her attention to the hard cam and making the international symbol for ‘MY BELT’ across her waist, no doubt meaning to make the World hers.
“Brat ain’t holdin’ the Dogg’s gold any longer,” the Dogg informs. “Bytch is goin’ back to the pound at Slaybor Day!”
The show fades to the FAWN logo then to black as Red, White and Bruised reaches a grand finale worthy of Fourth of July fireworks.