Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:09:03 GMT
With the crowd buzzing in anticipation, a barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with a thunderous drum roll, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When the illumination fades, Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp with Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ flowing from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie's signature guitar riff tearing the air itself.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Hands on her hips, Chrissy turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smug, mischievous smile. The Beach Cat was far from alone. Beside her was the busty teenage pupil she’d set upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at All Hallows’ Evil, starting the latest war between the Imp and Sanders.
After faltering against Jasmine at Cold November Pain, Daniel had Kat ready for re-entry into the ring, this time joining her, the Brat looking supremely confident next to her mentor. The rookie was a combination of Chrissy’s frame and Kylie’s features from when the women were rivals in FAWN’s nascent days. Kat showed her sandy origins, emerging in a green crocheted bikini, sporting green pads and black ankle boots.
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning them into a set of middle fingers. Even with the show of impudence, the boos were muted, the crowd well aware of who the newly formed team faced tonight.
Daniel wrapped an arm around the shoulders of her apprentice and they started down the aisle, side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbie matched her swish for swish.
The Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel made her way down the aisle then up the steps a couple strides ahead of the rookie. The Imp slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips and Kat quickly joined her tutor, a commanding and curvy presence in her own right.
Several FAWNatics cheered the newbie for her AHE ass kicking of FAWN’s Most Hated, but Kat wasn’t interested in accolades, sneering at the scattered applause.
Reaching center stage, the accompaniment fades and the Announcer chimes in on time. “Tonight’s next contest is tag team action scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Manhattan Beach and Newport Beach respectively, weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty-one pounds, the Killer Imp, Chrissy Daniel; the Brat, Kat Braddock. They are the California Quakes!”
Chrissy flipped her lustrous locks back with one hand and turned her attention to the upper stage. She pulled a microphone to her lips.
“Are you ready to see the end of Country Mouse and her City kin?” Daniel shouted.
The Imp hit a sweet spot and handed the stick to her protégé.
“Chrissy’s the legend. I’m the future. Sanders. Washington. Your careers. Your lives are about to get rocked on the Richter. So get your asses down her and take your beatings.”
Braddock literally dropped the mic and moved to the ropes nearest the ramp, Kat waving her foes down to the squared circle, Chrissy looking on with what could only be called pride.
Daniel’s attention was quickly divided when ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena. The crowd returned to its feet, unleashing the heavy artillery of a Corps betrayed.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Behind the first chords of the hip-hop anthem and the ear-numbing jeers, the Pleasant Valley Pariah stalked onto the stage, her usual snide smirk missing, anger stamped deep on her elfin features.
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
Vanilla was flanked by her partner J-Dogg but without the rest of Hot & Bothered, former tag teamers cousin Kristy and ‘Huggable’ Cosette LeBlanc banned from ringside by Bethany Christian to keep things ‘even’.
The FAWNatics leveled their hatred on the duo at earsplitting levels, the arena air reverberating with the decibels.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
( www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. But it’s Kylie who moved the right arm of the Nubian beauty Jasmine aloft, raising a wrist, no doubt out of the joy in having seen Washington play turnabout on Chrissy at CNP.
After an embrace, J-Dogg flashed signs and shook dat ass as she led the team in a march to the squared circle.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the rookie snapped her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind.
Beneath the woman wore camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside. Below were black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, she waggled her way around as if she owned the place, her face only turning sour when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Neither did Vanilla Chill bother with the lowlifes on the rail as the women took a lap around the blonde fireplugs in the ring.
Meeting at the steps, Jas led the FAWN original up, the women remained on the outside, heading down the length of the ring before entering at the corner opposite the Quakes.
Carefully almost fitfully, J-Dogg and Chill entered, the teammates clearly worried about a charge from the Beach Cat and Beach Brat, but none materialized. Kylie was quickly distracted by a rousing ‘TROLL’ chant that broke out in the lower bowl.
Ky covered her ears, screaming at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. Needless to say, the voices grew louder as Sanders and Jasmine demanded silence. Thankfully for them the Announcer cut through the mockery.
“AND introducing their opponents, from Da Space where Da Man ain’t got no place…weighing in at a combined one hundred and thirty-seven pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders; J-Dogg…Jasmine Washington…HOT & BOTHERED!”
Sanders, stick acquired while the blowhard did his job, waved at the crowd to get quiet. They only turned up the volume of their hatred, Sanders forced to shout over them with her amplifier.
“KAT! KAT!” Kylie screamed. “Chrissy’s already my bytch. Now she’s Dogg’s too. Tonight. You’re joining her.”
Sanders handed the stick over to the ref and together H&B backed to their corner, discussing who’ll bringing the pain first.
The bell sounded with Braddock and Sanders inside the ring for their respective tandems, presumably for a resumption of the hostilities that had erupted so emphatically at All Hallows Evil. This seemed to please the FAWNatics and The Brat in equal measure, the former growing louder with every step the latter took in the direction of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Kylie appeared equally eager to lock horns with Braddock, at least this was until the ballistic newcomer reached the middle of the squared circle without slowing. At that point Sanders did an abrupt about-face and strolled back to Hot & Bothered’s side of town, where she tagged Jasmine into the fray with a tart CLAP!
Kat grimaced, slowed to a halt and called out, “What’s the matter, hag? Worried you’ll get embarrassed again?”
“Sharing my marquee with an off-brand Chrissy Daniel is embarrassment enough.” Kylie snapped. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll work though my disgust sooner than later. But first J-Dogg’s been looking to take a bite out of your tubby little ass.”
“F*ckin’ A.” Washington seconded after she’d vaulted over the top rope. “Had so much fun stompin’ the old Tub of Goo I thought it’d be even more fun stompin’ the new Tub of Goo.”
Braddock took a step back, beckoning Jasmine to join her as she did so. “You’re more than welcome to try, doggie.” she cooed. “But you make a mess in my ring I’ll do a whole lot worse than rub your nose in it.”
Washington looked to Ky while pointing an incredulous finger at the blonde. “Girl’s got jokes. Thinks she’s funny.” Jas returned her attention to Braddock and started forward, her shoulders hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch that managed to look loose and tense at the same time. More than happy to take out her aggressions on Sanders’s mouthy proxy, Kat stomped forward to meet her adversary in a Collar & Elbow Tie-CRAAACK!
J-Dogg paintbrushed the left side of Braddock’s face with a ringing Bytch Slap that raised an ‘OOOOOOHHH!’ from the sold out crowd. “That’s what you GET!” Jasmine barked in her adversary’s ear. “That’s what you get, beeyotch! You needed that from the moment you first waddled through that cur--”
CRAAAACK!
Kat returned the favor with blistering interest, her shot swiveling Washington’s head to one side in a cloud of dark locks. “Watch who you’re barking at, doggie.” Braddock purred. “Or next time I’ll use a rolled up newspapEERRGGHH!”
Not about to let some grunt in the Man’s Army light her up and get away with it, Jasmine pounced on Kat in what was ostensibly a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up but was in truth nothing more than an excuse to snatch a handful of hair while mashing the palm of her other hand against the newcomer’s mouth and nose. Of course Braddock hadn’t earned the nickname ‘Brat’ because she was a beacon of sweetness and light, as Wash discovered when the blonde answered back with an equally malicious fistful of hair and a cheek smooshing ‘fish face’!
The FAWN Originals on opposite sides of the ring urged on their respective protégés to greater shows of force and indeed Jasmine and Kat put a great deal of effort into claiming control of that first snarling, hissing clench. Alas there was still such a thing as rules and damned if Craig Long didn’t wade into the fracas in an effort to impose some order on his charges. “All right ladies, break it up! Break it up I said!” He took possession of each hair pullin’ wrist and tugged to no effect whatsoever. Electing a different tactic, he said, “Let go of each other’s hair or I’ll disqualify you both right now. You know the only thing that makes Kylie and Chrissy more angry than the loser’s share of the purse? The share of a match that ends in a DQ. Either of you want to find out if I’m lying?”
“Fine, fine. Back off, asshole.” Jasmine muttered as she slowly relinquished her grips.
Kat did the same, though she wasn’t so bold as to raise her hands for a clean break. “Why don’t you go tag in Ol’ Yeller, Jazzy?” Braddock snapped. “If tonight’s about putting a bytch out of her misery, it might as well be the one at least a few people still care abOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Washington turned like she was going to oblige the demand only to whip back around and come in low enough to hook the diminutive dynamo behind the knees. Then she lifted her more than high enough to ensure there was a satisfying THWHUMP when she drove Braddock to the deck courtesy of a Double Leg Takedown that was almost a Spinebuster.
HOT & BOTHERED DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjKGeIkMpEc
Washington came down in perfect position to go for a cover but such a show of kindness never even crossed her mind. Instead she slung a leg over Braddock’s torso, climbed into a mount and went to work with a flurry of right hands aimed directly at her foe’s hairline.
“C’MON YOU PUTZ!” Chrissy shouted to Long almost immediately. “Make her open those hands!”
“What’s the matter, wash out?” Kylie taunted from across the squared circle. “Poor brat can’t take a few puncHEY! HAIR!”
Far too interested in punishing Jasmine to wait for Long to enforce a break, Kat covered up until there was a break in the barrage, then she buried both hands in Wash’s hair and pulled hard enough to reverse their positions! Quick to dig her knees into the other woman’s ribs, Braddock alternated bouncing her butt into J-Dogg’s stomach with BWUNKING the back of her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood. “You really think you’re going to beat me, bytch?” the blonde hissed. “I already destroyed your hag boss and she’s allegedly got talent! What the hell do you have to AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Jas had a strong set of claws, which she promptly filled with Braddock’s bounty for a white-knuckled squeeze. “Got more’n enough to make the Beach Cat my bytch!” Washington explained while trying to wriggle out from under the fireplug blonde. “With plenty left over to turn you into my personal chew AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Infuriated by this tacky affront to her girls, Kat abandoned the head bouncing in favor of a stereo pincer affixed to Washington’s dials. “Sounds like you’re the one getting chewed up, puppy.” she sneered. “I think you’ll make a wonderful scratching post for the Beach BratSSOOOOWWWWW WHORE!”
Abandoning her claw grip for now, Jas palmed Braddock’s noggin in both hands so she could gouge her thumbs into the blonde’s eyes! Kat stopped tweasing at once, wrenched J-Dogg’s hands away and scrambled to her feet. Washington made it to one knee almost immediately thereafter, the charter member of H&B exemplifying both qualities as she tracked Braddock’s progress with narrow, furious eyes. Getting to her feet just to sink into a three point stance, Jasmine waited until her target was lined up with a neutral corner, then called out, “Hey butterball! Over here!”
The Brat swung in the direction of this taunt only to twist aside half a heartbeat before Washington could cut her in half with a Spear! Not only did she avoid the blow, the curvaceous ingénue got a hand on Jasmine’s rump and gave her a hard shove so that the Hotlanta Hardbody was moving that much faster when she flew between the top and middle turnbuckles and BWAAANGED shoulder-first into the steel ring-post!
Kylie cursed while Chrissy clapped, the Killer Imp quick to offer Braddock encouragement. “Stay on her, kid! Stack the little bytch up in the corner and snuff her out!”
Kat didn’t have to be told once, let alone twice, she’d already snatched hold of Washington’s waistband so she could draw her out and stuff her back-first against the buckles. “I bet you think you can hold out until the ref reaches four on his count.” the Brat chided as she climbed onto the bottom rope. “I bet you can’t.” Braddock looped her arms around Jas’s head and pulled her stunned features into the heavy, fulsome curves of the Front Sleeper that’d so vexed her mentor back at the Madhouse.
Being absorbed into Kat’s curves, Jasmine’s arms flailed wildly, perhaps signaling for assistance form Long or Kylie but with that slow to come, her palms dropped to Braddock’s shoulders and she tried push out from under the breasts enveloping her face. Back against the buckles literally and against the wall figuratively, Jas still couldn’t thrust her way out from the satiny swamp of the rookie’s cleavage, the newcomer showing she knows how to use her advantages with an expertly applied Front Sleeper.
As Washington’s arms moved toward leaden, Craig finished his feeble scolding and started the count, Sanders finally getting her way. A smirking Kat peeled her gurls off the greasy, smeared features of J-Dogg, dropping down from the bottom ropes. The curvy little blonde wrapped an around the back of Wash’s neck and heaved her by, Jasmine front flipping to the canvas, ending in a seated position, bleary-eyed.
The rookie kept the pressure on, surging to a Soccer Kick that pierced Jasmine’s shoulderblades. Washington wakes from her jugg-shock, spine arching in pain from the impact.
The Platinum Pixie motioned for her partner to get off her infamous ass and make a tag. The Badass from Hotlanta slowly pushed to her feet while Braddock stalked the battered Hot & Bothered star. The Brat raised both arms high, laces her fingers, and DROVE a Double Axhandle blow into the same sweet spot she’d hit with her kick. Jasmine stumbled forward with a grunt, vertebrae in a cruel arc after the force of the blow traveled up and down her spinal column.
“HERE!” Ky shouted and Washington struggled toward salvation, wobbling her way to FAWN’s most hated until J-Dogg’s outstretched hand was inches away. It’s then Kat slid alongside, wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s waist and lifts her foe surprisingly easily, dropping Washington on her head and shoulders with a Side Suplex.
SIDE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=loyv6qCeB7o
The teenager kipped to her feet as J-Dogg cradled the back of her skull with both hands. The blonde crept forward a step or two inconspicuously and spun to paintbrush Kylie’s left cheek, the veteran’s head wildly whipping to the side. When it returns, it joined the rest of Sanders in a dip through the ropes in order to tear the rookie limb from limb. But Kat skipped out of reach, Craig intercepting the furious, red-faced Hawkeye.
“I’m going to kill you, girl,” Sanders threatened, while looking over Long’s shoulder.
Braddock only waves in reply, puckering her lips as she sank her nails into the scalp of a rising J-Dogg. She tugged the bootyful grappler to vertical and landed a series of windmill slaps to the bosom of her foe, each set sending the gorgeous African-American fighter backpedaling toward the Quakes corner. Finally, Jasmine’s back touched buckles and Chrissy wrapped an arm around Washington’s throat from behind.
As Jas thrashed violently, Kat moved just behind the herding Long. She reached over and gave Kylie’s silvery bob a tousle, turning Vanilla Chill’s level to boiling. But with Sanders still unable to fight free and Craig unaware Daniel was keeping Jasmine locked in place, Kat turned and sprinted to the opposite corner, NAILING J-Dogg’s center with a Running Hip Check that BLASTED Ky’s partner to the core.
Braddock pressed her fireplug frame against Jasmine to keep her foe deep in enemy territory. She turned her back to Wash and SLAPPED her hands together in front of her, mimicking a tag. Chrissy used the opportunity to enter and make it two on one as Long managed to eject the rabid Sanders.
Knowing he’d heard the tag, he readily accepted the Imp’s presence but wasn’t as happy with the rookie’s continued placement inside the squared circle. The Quakes didn’t seem at all concerned about Craig’s feelings as they dragged a rubber-legged Dogg halfway down the ropes and double Irish Whip her to the opposite cables.
Clutching the tag rope and extending as far as she’s able, the traitorous ‘troll’ managed to tickle the near shoulder of her partner when Wash hitt the cables and rebounded toward the waiting Cali girls. The Quakes kept it simple, as their beach fighting background would suggest and attest. They each dipped a shoulder and threw their low centers of gravity forward to absolutely GUT Jasmine with simultaneous Spears that folded Wash in half then POUNDED her into the deck hard enough a groan emerged in unison from the crowd as every bit of air was expunged from the Dogg.
With both Kat and Chrissy on their knees next to the splayed Hotlanta Hardbooty, Braddock offered Chrissy the winning pin with a wave of her arm as she rose. Daniel dove atop the demolished Jasmine as a grinning Kat turns into a whiplashing Super Kick from the very legal and newly entered Chill.
Straightened like a board, the plush blonde timbered to the deck while a confused Chrissy couldn’t get Long to start his count. He eventually made it clear J-Dogg was not Daniel’s current legal foe. She growled as she rose and turned into a dipping Sanders. The Platinum Pixie swung an arm between the legs of the Imp and ‘hupped’ her old and bitter rival across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. But instead of taking Chrissy to Chilly Valley, the Pleasant Valley Pariah began to spin airplane-style, slowly at first then the pirouette picking up speed until the Beach Cat was more a propeller.
After a dozen revolutions a dizzied Kylie lifted, ducked and vaulted the ash blonde off her shoulders. Chrissy rotated a full turn on her own as she CRASHED to the canvas at a wobbly Kylie’s feet.
Sanders didn’t fight gravity long and she plopped across Daniel in a Lateral Press, hooking the dazed Imp’s far leg for the…
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TWO…
Even without Kat’s interference, Daniel would have kicked out, but the Axhandle from ‘millennial Chrissy’ sent a grimacing Kylie knee-walking away from the horizontal Imp, Braddock giving her partner more recovery time. The Brat was escorted toward the Quakes corner by Long while a blasted Dogg saw herself out by rolling under the bottom rope and plopping to the floor.
Ky pushed to her feet and strode toward a rising Chrissy, tugging Daniel into a tight Side Headlock before Kylie’s early-career tormentor could find equal footing.
Surging toward the ropes, Sanders dragged Chrissy with her and leapt when she reached the cable. Her boot soles pressed into the top strand and sent both women through a U-turn, Sanders PLANTING Daniel’s forehead into the deck with a perfect Springboard Bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas
Instead of attempting a pin on the Killer Imp, the seated Sanders stared at Kat and dramatically wiped her hands, a job well done.
“This is what you want to be?” Ky asked, shaking her head. “I’d recommend you come over and be Bothered, but sweetheart, you don’t have the skills to pay the bills.”
The Hawkeye turned her attention back to Daniel and dropped atop Chrissy in a Crossbody Pin that got a…
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…and nothing more, Kylie’s dawdling preventing the attempt from at least making the pin-fall closer.
The Platinum Pixie didn’t seem concerned as she pushed to her feet, moves to a standing straddle of her long-time foe and hopped into the air, coming down atop Daniel’s D-cups with a perfectly-placed Mushroom Stomp, flattening Chrissy’s bosom as much as it could be. A delighted Chill ground her shoe leather into the spandex-sheathed, tenderized tissue, drawing mewls of pain from the Killer Imp.
The Californian pushed Sanders, Ky stumbling off her foe but quickly regaining her balance and cutting off Chrissy’s escape to her partner, doubling the vertical Beach Cat at the waist with a gutting Toe Kick to Chrissy’s belly.
With Daniel bent at the waist and pointed toward Braddock, Kylie’s back to the Brat, Sanders’ arms encircled Chrissy’s midriff and Vanilla Chill showed off her usually limited power game, wrenching the vertically challenged Daniel up around the gut to a Powerbomb position then sitting out, PLOWING Chrissy into the deck.
CHILD OF THE CORN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY
The ash blonde ended in a Matchbook, ass pointed to the rafters, legs bracketing her ears, folded in a pin between Kylie’s extended alabaster stems for the…
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TWO…
Chrissy flopped out of the predicament, causing Ky to turn from her seat and cast an accusing eye at Craig.
“Don’t even try to be Da Man’s bytch, Long,” Chill indicted. “You know how miserable I can make things.”
Craig indeed did, but he still held two fingers aloft.
Kylie didn’t have time to argue further as the stubborn and sturdy Daniel was already on hands and knees, heading for the Quakes corner.
“Where da ya think you’re goin’, beach trash?” Kylie queried.
The Platinum Pixie snatched an ankle and started dragging Daniel back toward center stage when Chrissy kicked her leg free and scurried toward Braddock. A startled Kylie raced after, but when the Imp dove to tag the rookie, a wide-eyed Chill hit the brakes and began to retreat, lifting and extending her pleading palms as the robust rookie enters, staring down the FAWN original and wagging a finger.
“Time’s up, Granny,” Kat informed.
The crowd didn’t quite roar, after all an association with the Killer Imp said a great deal about Braddock’s character, but no section of FAWN fandom loved and loathed more fiercely than those betrayed members of the Kylie Corps and it was they who offered the most support when The Brat stalked their former heroine.
“I spoke too soon,” Sanders blustered as she continued to backpedal across the canvas. “You’ve clearly got skills, even Emily says so and she’s NEVER impressed! I’d be happy to have you as part of Hot & Bothered just as soon as you dump the--” Ky feigned a lunge that flowed into a picture-perfect Super Kick that Braddock snatched less than two inches shy of her snub nose. Slinging the limb to one side in the span between heartbeats, Kat loaded up a right hand and PWAAAKED the veteran with a saloon-quality Haymaker when Sanders came ‘round the other side.
Steppin’ in fencepost holes only made the Iowan’s progress all the more labored, not that playing on Easy Mode bothered Braddock, if the smirk on her face was any indication. “You think I give a damn about your approval?” she sniped once she had hold of the other blonde’s wrist. “Bytch, the only thing I care about is building The Brat Brand!” Kylie started to say something (marketing advice, perhaps?) alas The Brat proved true to her word because she dropped a shoulder and slung Chill toward a neutral corner at top speed. Sanders saw it rushing up to meet her and managed to slow just enough to spin around, meaning she took the top turnbuckle between the shoulders and not flush on the sternum.
As for Braddock, she held back a second or two to make sure the Pleasant Valley Pariah could keep her feet. Thus satisfied, Kat charged the corner and, in a surprising display of agility, leapt up and twisted to the side for a sort of low-flying Crossbody that THWHUMPED her against Kylie’s exposed midsection before she glided between the top and middle ropes!
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8
Happily positioned on Sanders’ six, Braddock snatched a double handful of hair (or rather, she palmed both sides of Kylie’s noggin) forced the blonde’s head forward, then yanked it back to BWUUUNG against the top turnbuckle! She followed this with a derisive shove to send the hurtin’ Hawkeye on her way, Sanders holding her head in both hands instead of reaching for Jasmine’s plaintively outstretched fingers. As for Kat, she’d scaled the turnbuckle and dropped into a tense crouch. A few more steps from Ky prompted a shout, “Hey! Early Bird! Fight’s back here!”
Instinct and pride whipped Sanders around to face her tormentor, the FAWN original’s hands rising to “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Braddock came divebombing out of the aether, the ingénue’s sturdy legs up and angled so that she THWHUMPED butt-first into Kylie’s chest with a gorgeous Diving Seated Senton that drove her adversary into the deck with ring-rattling force.
DIVING SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWFG2gCqefU
Kat bounced to boot-leather without going for a cover, a seeming lapse that didn’t please Chrissy in the slightest. This wasn’t simple youthful arrogance however, The Brat’s attention was honed in on Jasmine, who was already halfway through the ropes. “What do you think you’re doing, doggy?” she sneered. “FAWN doesn’t allow emotional support animals, remember?”
Furious, Washington finished her illegal encroachment and made straight for the newcomer. “Hope your shyt’s in order bytch, Imma ‘bout to tear you to pi--GET OFFA ME, DAMMIT! C’MON LONG, GET OFFA ME!” But Craig did not, he continued to herd Jas back to the H&B corner, a task Jasmine made considerably more difficult because she had to watch while Braddock took Kylie’s ankles in either hand, wrenched her stems apart and then dropped to both knees with a Headbutt that THWHUMPED Chill’s defenseless crotch! Dismissing the seething Badass with another taunting wave, Kat scraped her prey off the mat, laid claim to one wrist and sent her into the ropes on the Quakes’ side of town. Braddock welcomed her return with a quick Back Elbow to the tits made all the more memorable when she went down on her right knee to ensure Sanders’ lower back landed awkwardly across the posted joint.
BRADDOCK BREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9XR3paqFHc
The Brat offered a Double Bicep flex without bothering to push Kylie off her knee, a bit of showmanship that brought an evil smile to Chrissy’s lips. “Over here, kid. Let’s practice some of our double team work on this tackling sled.” Kat thought this a fine idea, so she pushed Kylie aside, got to her feet and made a point of stomping on the veteran’s blonde’s tummy en route to the Beach Cat. No shenanigans this time, Braddock tagged Daniel in full view of everyone, though she made no effort to leave the ring, much to Craig’s consternation. Indeed the pair of curvy Quakes strode back to Kylie, Chrissy in the front, Kat a little behind. Dropping to one knee behind the former World Champ, Kat slipped her head between Chrissy’s legs and looped her arms around the Imp’s upper thighs so she wouldn’t have any trouble when it came time to haul her partner up into an Electric Chair.
Quite enjoying the elevated position, Chrissy took a moment to flip Jasmine the bird before she patted Kat’s shoulder. “Let her have it, kid.” Braddock slung her forward and down, the usually dangerous predicament transformed into a resounding Splash across Kylie’s fluttering tummy! Quick to leave so Long wouldn’t have any excuse to delay the count, Kat joined the rest of the FAWNatics in tolling off the…
PUTZ POUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOCIB6BWdSo
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!”
Jasmine flew in low and fast, the Hotlanta Hardbody skidding under the radar with a Basement Dropkick that caught Daniel on the crown of the skull. “GET UP!” she demanded even while pounding a flurry of Forearm Smashes across the back of the Imp’s shoulders. “C’MON BEEYOTCH, LET’S SEE WHAT YOU CAN OOOOFFFFFFHH!”
Kat repaid like with like via a sawed-off Spear that tore Washington off her target and sent both ladies tumbling across the mat in a hissing, snarling squall! Cringing over how quickly it’d all gone to shite, Long devoted his attention to Kat & Dogg, leaving the veterans to tend to their own issues.
Sneak attack not withstanding, Chrissy recovered several steps ahead of the Pernicious Platinum Pixie, but she kindly helped Sanders along with a not-so-gentle grip on both ears. This gave way to a Wristlock, which in turn flowed into an Irish Whip that sent Ky hurtling spine-first into the Quakes corner. Hands on her hips, Chrissy muttered, “Good or bad, you were NEVER a match for me.” The Beach Cat raced in thinking Avalanche Splash, so imagine her befuddlement when Kylie surged off the buckles and snaked her right arm around the other blonde’s neck. Locking her hands in an S-Grip to make sure Daniel didn’t go anywhere, Kylie leaned forward, then snapped back to land on her butt in relative comfort while Chrissy BWUUUNGED face-first into the middle buckle!
BUCKLE FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDrG8__0TAY
Sublimely pleased with the sound of the Imp’s soft groans layered over the low thrum of that roughly-padded steel, Kylie spun to both knees and cinched a vindictive Waistlock around Chrissy’s midsection before she regained her footing. Dipped low, FAWN’s Most Hated let out a growl that blossomed into a full-throated war cry as she powered Daniel up through a slow motion deadlift that kicked into fast forward the instant she crested the apex of Iowan’s bridge. Chrissy THAWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders, the ballistic blonde neatly folded in half by the German Suplex. Sanders bridged up on her toes immediately thereafter. She KNEW Daniel’s shoulders were down and god help Craig Long if that idiot was even a half second out of position.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm-RzS8C1fE
Chrissy, stacked on said shoulders, seems dead to the world for…
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TWO…
…but burst to life long enough to flop out of the pinning predicament and keep Kylie from claiming a win with a version of her ‘early era’ finisher the Over and Done.
Craig couldn’t separate Kat and Jasmine, the duo locked in a hateful gator roll, so the ref did the next best thing, herding them under the bottom rope so they could take their free-for-all to the outside.
As the fresher-faced versions of each team plopped to the floor and continued to batter away, Kylie made sure she and her one-time tormentor were alone on the battlefield. Sanders rose and sent a series of three stomps to the Achilles’ gut of the Beach Cat, leaving Chrissy a groaning mess at her feet.
“Kid’s as dumb as a brick. Suits you perfectly,” Chill affirmed while dipping a hand into the Imp’s ash blonde locks. She tugged the fireplug frame to vertical. Sanders transferred her grip to a wrist and flung Daniel to the far corner. Chrissy turned her back into the collision, spine arching from the pain of impact. Rattled, she leaned into the buckles as Ky charged after her. Sprinting to her target, the Platinum Pixie pulled up short and cracked an open hand across the Imp’s face.
Kylie scooped her arms under Daniel’s thick thighs and vaulted her to a seat on the top buckle. FAWN’s Most Hated climbed to the bottom ropes and curled her right set of fingers into a fist. Before she could fire, Chrissy pushed Sanders off her perch. The silvery-bobbed Chill kept her feet under her, staggering to a stop several feet away. By the time she did, Chrissy was standing on the middle cables and leapt toward her foe.
Kylie escaped from the flight path, hitting a Dropkick into Daniel’s left knee that sent her foe splattering to the canvas on her abundant chest. Moving to the grounded Chrissy, Ky collected each leg of the Imp and reeeefed back when in a reverse straddle of Chrissy’s lower back, securing a torturous Boston Crab. Kylie dipped low in a crouch, pulling Daniel’s short stocky stems with her, trying to touch toe tips to shoulders with the submission hold.
Chrissy bit her lower lip, trying to contain the pain, shaking her head when Long asked if she wants to give.
“Say it,” Sanders grunted. “I’ll break your back and you can watch Braddock from a wheelchair.”
Instead, Chrissy dug her nails into the canvas and dragged her way to the ropes, Chill fighting for every piece of real estate. Within a few inches of her goal, Chrissy saw a familiar face appear before her, Kat emerging and pushing the bottom rope the extra couple inches necessary for the Imp to wrap a palm.
The frustrated Hawkeye, missing the assistance behind her back, released at ‘FOUR’ and strode away, sweeping fingers through her silvery bob. She turned to find a grimacing Chrissy rising, Kat at her feet. Vanilla Chill looked for her partner, traipsing around the ring before finally finding Jasmine on all fours next to the apron, clearly deeper into recovery mode than Chrissy’s Brat.
Huffing in irritation, she turned and strode to Daniel to continue the beatdown. With the Beach Cat walking unsteadily towards Braddock, Kat back in the Quakes corner, imploring entry, Kylie RAMMED Chrissy with a big elbow from the side, this time stopping her long-time nemesis from tagging in the riled rookie.
Spinning Chrissy to face her, Kylie dipped her head between the Cali fighter’s legs, wrapping her arms around the Imp’s lower limbs. Sanders lifted Chrissy off the canvas, half the Imp in front of Chill half over her shoulders, then sat out, SMASHING Daniel’s chest and mug into the deck with her Iowa Waterwheel.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
A seated Kylie grinned at a snarling Kat. She winked and turned to shove the demolished Chrissy to her back covering in a full body pin, pressing down on Daniel’s wrists for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
A tardy Kat watched as her partner shoved a shoulder up on her own, flustering Vanilla Chill, Kylie slapping the canvas in a fit. The Platinum Pixie shoved to her feet and waved off a tag request from Jasmine, insisting she’s got this.
Sanders sent stomp after stomp into Daniel’s right set of ribs, ‘convincing’ Chrissy to roll to her chest. With her foe in position, Ky dropped into a reverse straddle of Daniel’s waist and fashioned her raised right hand into a Claw, the Corps reflexively responding with a chant of “FARM…HAND”.
But before Kylie could sink the digits into Chrissy’s upper hamstring and clamp down on the nerve bundle situated there, the Beach Cat lifted both legs and locked her ankles behind the noggin of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Forcing her lower limbs down, Chrissy flipped Sanders off her and followed with a backward roll of her own, ending in a schoolgirl press of Chill.
Fury emerging, Daniel lathered a wide-eyed Ky with fists and forearms, Sanders blocking most but not all. With Kylie bewildered, Chrissy relented on the assault only to snap up Ky’s braincase in a Front Facelock. She slid down Kylie’s alabaster frame, pulling Sanders to a seat as she did. Settling between the ivory stems of Chill, Chrissy widened her legs, placing her boot soles into Kylie’s calves and streeetching Chill’s gams into an agonizing set of splits. Sanders yelped in anguish, arms flailing wildly as they couldn’t reach to support the groin muscles that must feel as if they were about to snap.
“You were saying about a wheelchair,” Chrissy growled, adding a loud “PUTZ”.
When Craig offered Kylie a way out, her right hand rises, index finger extended. She shook a ‘no’ even as she mewled in pain from the pressure of the improvised Leg Spreader.
Not getting the answer she wanted, Daniel removed her legs from within those of Ky’s and wrapped them around Sanders’ midriff, strapping on a rib-crushing Bodyscissors while sitting in Chill’s lap. The relief of being able to pull her lower limbs together was short-lived as the power of the Scissors gnawed into Kylie’s midsection.
The Hawkeye pried an arm into Chrissy’s Facelock and popped her head out. She immediately barrel rolled to the right, ending on her chest while the Imp landed on her shoulders. Squirming for…
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TWO…
…forced to release her Scissors, Daniel clambered out from under Ky, taking a quick glance at Long who holds up two fingers. While the Beach Cat assured she hasn’t made a terrible mistake, Kylie scrambles on all fours to her corner and happily tagged the Hotlanta Hardbody.
J-Dogg took stock of the situation, seeing Chrissy turned toward Kat to bring in her reinforcements, but as she got a step through, Daniel spun on a dime and charged Washington. The Imp swung a knee up into the chin of the entering Badass, snapping Jasmine’s head back. She drew Washington the rest of the way in, the brunette staggering away from the rampaging Daniel for a moment. Catching the H&B star from behind, Chrissy dragged a set of nails down her foe’s back. Wash arched in agony, welts quickly growing on her previously unmarked skin.
The Imp ‘guided’ Jasmine to the ropes and sent a kick into the pit of Washington’s knee, forcing her to genuflect. The former three-time World Champ slung a leg over J-Dogg’s neck and right shoulder, forcing the brunette’s throat down across the middle cable, Wash turned redfaced as her windpipe was constricted against the rubber-coated steel. Only Craig’s count saved her, Daniel relenting at ‘FOUR!’
Chrissy backed away, hands raised, for a second or two before she pushed past Long and grabbed Jas’s dark locks. She tugged Washington to the Quakes corner and handed the reins to the rookie, slapping palms with Kat.
Not surprisingly, Chrissy remained in the ring while Braddock climbed the corner. The fireplug shifted behind the still gasping Wash, slipping her head between Jasmine’s thighs. The concentrated power of the veteran showed as she lifted the Badass onto her shoulders into Electric Chair position, staring down Kat, high on her perch.
The usually confident H&B’er couldn’t help but show a measure of alarm in her predicament and Braddock brought the reality, leaping off the buckles and SPEARING the brunette off her partner’s shoulders, Washington PLANTED into the deck, the back of her noggin and shoulders hitting hard in gruesome fashion.
The crowd is buzzing at fever pitch as the rookie spread out the demolished Hardbody and climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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THRENOOO!
Jasmine remained adjacent to dreamland and there’s no kick-out, but the Platinum Pixie, still in less than ideal shape herself, entered and shoved The Brat off her partner in crime to stay their match execution.
Infuriated by the blatant theft, Braddock scrambled to boot leather and advanced on the FAWN original. “Hope you enjoyed your last hurrah you miserable old bat.” she growled. “Because I’m sending you and your ‘I wanna talk to the manager’ hair to the Home For Has-BeeNNNGGGHHH!”
Kylie lashed out with a lightning-fast Bytch Slap that put Braddock’s head on a swivel. “Just because The Man let you stay up past your bed time doesn’t mean you can talk to me like--”
The pneumatic ingénue swung for the fences with a Haymaker that would’ve split Sanders’s chin wide open if she hadn’t dipped low at the last possible second. A bit of commotion dead ahead drew Ky’s attention just long enough to note Chrissy bustling through the strands. Such a splitting of focus often resulted in tragedy for lesser talents, but the Pixie’s ring awareness was almost preternatural and that allowed her to fire off a no-look Back Kick that PWAAAKED deep into Kat’s belly! Spinning back to sidle up next to the other blonde, Kylie helped herself to a handful of trunks and tresses, then wheeled the both of ’em through a full circle just to sling Braddock into Daniel with an impromptu Spear!
The distance was such that it acted more like a forceful Shoulderblock, Braddock bowling her mentor backward into the Quakes’ corner rather than cutting her down, yet that was more than enough to put a smile on Sanders’s face. Seizing Jasmine’s wrist in direct defiance of Long’s nattering, the Pleasant Valley Pariah draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged Washington all the way back to opposite corner. Once there she dipped through the strands, grabbed the tag rope in one hand and leaned down to swat Wash’s shoulder with the other.
Her legal return to the squared circle didn’t draw the pop of a usual hot tag, but there was still a noticeable roar when the former World Champion vaulted over the top rope and raced across the canvas. As of yet unaware of the incoming Iowan, Kat Braddock pulled her shoulder outta Chrissy’s midsection and turned around to--THWHACK! The Brat got herself a double helping of Pleasant Valley Sole Food, Sanders’s Dropkick mashing Kat’s mush while simultaneously driving the young blonde back into her partner.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ew_iFAYN5c
As for Ky, she came down on one knee, popped up immediately thereafter and buried a hand in Braddock’s hair. “Let’s get you away from the chaperone, shall we kiddo?” No waiting for Kat’s permission, Kylie sprinted for a neutral corner with the rookie lagging behind and BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle. Braddock shuddered, crumpled to one knee, then yelped in surprised indignation when Sanders used a handful of green briefs to haul her up. “Not bedtime yet, baby.” FAWN’s Most Hated snarled. “There’s still so much I have to teach you.”
Wheeling the fireplug around in a half circle, Sanders stuffed a few Shoulderblocks into opposing belly before muscling her into a seat on the third floor. From there she seized Braddock’s wrists in each hand, crossed them in a loose ‘X’ and twisted around, thus putting her back to the woozy rookie. With Kat’s wrists crisscrossed above her head, the Pernicious Platinum Pixie took a single step forward and went down on one knee to flip Kat from her perch to an ugly full body landing atop the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ
The scattered remnants of the Kylie Corps urged their fallen heroine to go for the cover, but Sanders hadn’t listened to those idiots for years and she wasn’t about to resume that foolishness tonight. Instead she backed into the buckles, grabbed hold of the top rope and boosted herself onto the second strand. There she waited until Braddock rolled to all fours and clambered to “UUUNNNGGGHHHH!” Sanders came down on her like a ton of bricks, Ky raising her knees to just shy of her chin to power the Mushroom Stomp she TWHUMPED against the center of Kat’s back. The Brat hit the deck in a facedown heap and now she DID go for a cover, though she made sure to drag Braddock well away from the ropes before settling into a deep Back Press good for…
MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5398lLbx90
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A round of applause when Kat inched a shoulder off the mat with less than a whisper to spare, a reaction that made Kylie hate the tyro that much more. “All right, we’re finished here.” Sanders buried both hands in Braddock’s hair, using the catty tactic to reel her into a Front Facelock. “Way too late for the likes of you, kid. Time for all bad Brats to be in bed so they can dream of being a real wrestler when they grow up.”
Kat barely mustered a groan, so Ky slung the other blonde’s near arm over her shoulders en route to another handful of green waistband. A quick turn to the camera and a single mean yank meant the folks at home got an excellent view of Kat’s half-wedgie in the heartbeat before Sanders dipped down and hoisted the Brat directly over--
“NNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Beach Cat pounced from outta nowhere, Chrissy taking Sanders out at the knees so that her pupil THWHUMPED down across Kylie’s chest in a makeshift Splash! Craig Long went after Daniel at once only to turn around when the backpedaling veteran pointed over one shoulder. Cursing under his breath, the ref dove in beside the action to count off…
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THRNOOOO!
Kylie wrested her legs from Braddock’s grasp and scrambled to her feet just as Long was ushering Chrissy to the Quakes’ corner. “Too little, too late, Shrimp!” she grunted. “The Brat is mine and so are AAAARRRRGGHH!”
Kat THWHUMPED her right forearm between Kylie’s thighs, hateful Low Blow that had the blonde Hot & Bothered for all the wrong reasons.
Regaining her feet even as the crippled Iowan fought to keep hers, Braddock wheeled the knock-kneed veteran around in half circle and immediately slapped on a Front Facelock. She cradled Kylie’s left leg behind the knee immediately thereafter but instead of muscling her opponent overhead The Brat simply snapped back to THAWHONK the crown of Kylie’s skull into the mat with a thunderous DDT! Bounced into a boneless starfish by the Kat Nap, Sanders voiced nothing more than a soft moan when Braddock climbed aboard in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Brawny thighs flanking the veteran’s cheeks, Kat blew the camera a kiss and threw in a double bicep flex for good measure while the ref counted off…
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM
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THREE!
The bell sounded but Kat didn’t get up, rather she slid forward, burying Sanders under an envy-green assvalanche to make sure Kylie couldn’t hear the Announcer proclaim, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… CHRISSY DANIEL AND KAT BRADDOCK!”
A dazed J-Dogg, still on the apron after Sanders’ ill-fated tag, started to shake out of her stupor with the clanging of the bell. Unfortunately for Washington, the Killer Imp joined her fellow Californian in adding to the Richter scale abuse of H&B. Chrissy grabbed Jasmine by the ankles and draaaaaaagged Jas on her chest next to Cushion Kylie.
The vertically-challenged Beach Cat showed what over a decade’s worth of FAWNatics knew. She’s got power in those densely packed square inches. Chrissy popped Jas up to her waist with a first heave, quickly shifting her grip to around Washington’s waist. From there, she vaulted Jasmine nearly vertical in her grasp before sitting out in a Muscle Bomb, DRIVING the back of J-Dogg’s skull into the canvas.
IMPLOSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KydDVYc1uig
Washington was left in a mangled Matchbook, legs trapped under Daniel’s arms, Hotlanta booty pointed to the rafters. It took but a moment for Chrissy to scoot her undercarriage atop the snoozing features of Washington for what could have likely been a three dozen-count.
Craig thought better than trying to get in the Quakes’ way, even going so far as to raise the arms of the victors while they sat atop the demolished Hot & Bothered.
Kat even added a little sensual grind to her dominant display, working some of Chrissy’s Old School influence into Sanders’ decimation. With both women satisfied, having made their point who was FAWN’s glorious past and its bright future, the plush blondes rose from the depleted Platinum Pixie and her pooch and planted boots on respective chests for the Gladiatrix money shot, Braddock and Daniel making a loud and clear statement: Teacher and student are ready for all comers.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Hands on her hips, Chrissy turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smug, mischievous smile. The Beach Cat was far from alone. Beside her was the busty teenage pupil she’d set upon the Pleasant Valley Pariah at All Hallows’ Evil, starting the latest war between the Imp and Sanders.
After faltering against Jasmine at Cold November Pain, Daniel had Kat ready for re-entry into the ring, this time joining her, the Brat looking supremely confident next to her mentor. The rookie was a combination of Chrissy’s frame and Kylie’s features from when the women were rivals in FAWN’s nascent days. Kat showed her sandy origins, emerging in a green crocheted bikini, sporting green pads and black ankle boots.
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning them into a set of middle fingers. Even with the show of impudence, the boos were muted, the crowd well aware of who the newly formed team faced tonight.
Daniel wrapped an arm around the shoulders of her apprentice and they started down the aisle, side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbie matched her swish for swish.
The Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel made her way down the aisle then up the steps a couple strides ahead of the rookie. The Imp slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips and Kat quickly joined her tutor, a commanding and curvy presence in her own right.
Several FAWNatics cheered the newbie for her AHE ass kicking of FAWN’s Most Hated, but Kat wasn’t interested in accolades, sneering at the scattered applause.
Reaching center stage, the accompaniment fades and the Announcer chimes in on time. “Tonight’s next contest is tag team action scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Manhattan Beach and Newport Beach respectively, weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty-one pounds, the Killer Imp, Chrissy Daniel; the Brat, Kat Braddock. They are the California Quakes!”
Chrissy flipped her lustrous locks back with one hand and turned her attention to the upper stage. She pulled a microphone to her lips.
“Are you ready to see the end of Country Mouse and her City kin?” Daniel shouted.
The Imp hit a sweet spot and handed the stick to her protégé.
“Chrissy’s the legend. I’m the future. Sanders. Washington. Your careers. Your lives are about to get rocked on the Richter. So get your asses down her and take your beatings.”
Braddock literally dropped the mic and moved to the ropes nearest the ramp, Kat waving her foes down to the squared circle, Chrissy looking on with what could only be called pride.
Daniel’s attention was quickly divided when ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena. The crowd returned to its feet, unleashing the heavy artillery of a Corps betrayed.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Behind the first chords of the hip-hop anthem and the ear-numbing jeers, the Pleasant Valley Pariah stalked onto the stage, her usual snide smirk missing, anger stamped deep on her elfin features.
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
Vanilla was flanked by her partner J-Dogg but without the rest of Hot & Bothered, former tag teamers cousin Kristy and ‘Huggable’ Cosette LeBlanc banned from ringside by Bethany Christian to keep things ‘even’.
The FAWNatics leveled their hatred on the duo at earsplitting levels, the arena air reverberating with the decibels.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a unique, multi-strapped yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
( www.yandy.com/Multi-Strapped-Microfiber-Sports-Bra.php )
On the FAWNtron behind her, ‘‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ appeared in ten-foot high, gold letters. But it’s Kylie who moved the right arm of the Nubian beauty Jasmine aloft, raising a wrist, no doubt out of the joy in having seen Washington play turnabout on Chrissy at CNP.
After an embrace, J-Dogg flashed signs and shook dat ass as she led the team in a march to the squared circle.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the rookie snapped her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind.
Beneath the woman wore camo boy-cut trunks (http://s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside. Below were black pads and boots.
Reaching the ring, she waggled her way around as if she owned the place, her face only turning sour when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Neither did Vanilla Chill bother with the lowlifes on the rail as the women took a lap around the blonde fireplugs in the ring.
Meeting at the steps, Jas led the FAWN original up, the women remained on the outside, heading down the length of the ring before entering at the corner opposite the Quakes.
Carefully almost fitfully, J-Dogg and Chill entered, the teammates clearly worried about a charge from the Beach Cat and Beach Brat, but none materialized. Kylie was quickly distracted by a rousing ‘TROLL’ chant that broke out in the lower bowl.
Ky covered her ears, screaming at the FAWNatics to shut their mouths. Needless to say, the voices grew louder as Sanders and Jasmine demanded silence. Thankfully for them the Announcer cut through the mockery.
“AND introducing their opponents, from Da Space where Da Man ain’t got no place…weighing in at a combined one hundred and thirty-seven pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders; J-Dogg…Jasmine Washington…HOT & BOTHERED!”
Sanders, stick acquired while the blowhard did his job, waved at the crowd to get quiet. They only turned up the volume of their hatred, Sanders forced to shout over them with her amplifier.
“KAT! KAT!” Kylie screamed. “Chrissy’s already my bytch. Now she’s Dogg’s too. Tonight. You’re joining her.”
Sanders handed the stick over to the ref and together H&B backed to their corner, discussing who’ll bringing the pain first.
The bell sounded with Braddock and Sanders inside the ring for their respective tandems, presumably for a resumption of the hostilities that had erupted so emphatically at All Hallows Evil. This seemed to please the FAWNatics and The Brat in equal measure, the former growing louder with every step the latter took in the direction of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Kylie appeared equally eager to lock horns with Braddock, at least this was until the ballistic newcomer reached the middle of the squared circle without slowing. At that point Sanders did an abrupt about-face and strolled back to Hot & Bothered’s side of town, where she tagged Jasmine into the fray with a tart CLAP!
Kat grimaced, slowed to a halt and called out, “What’s the matter, hag? Worried you’ll get embarrassed again?”
“Sharing my marquee with an off-brand Chrissy Daniel is embarrassment enough.” Kylie snapped. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll work though my disgust sooner than later. But first J-Dogg’s been looking to take a bite out of your tubby little ass.”
“F*ckin’ A.” Washington seconded after she’d vaulted over the top rope. “Had so much fun stompin’ the old Tub of Goo I thought it’d be even more fun stompin’ the new Tub of Goo.”
Braddock took a step back, beckoning Jasmine to join her as she did so. “You’re more than welcome to try, doggie.” she cooed. “But you make a mess in my ring I’ll do a whole lot worse than rub your nose in it.”
Washington looked to Ky while pointing an incredulous finger at the blonde. “Girl’s got jokes. Thinks she’s funny.” Jas returned her attention to Braddock and started forward, her shoulders hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch that managed to look loose and tense at the same time. More than happy to take out her aggressions on Sanders’s mouthy proxy, Kat stomped forward to meet her adversary in a Collar & Elbow Tie-CRAAACK!
J-Dogg paintbrushed the left side of Braddock’s face with a ringing Bytch Slap that raised an ‘OOOOOOHHH!’ from the sold out crowd. “That’s what you GET!” Jasmine barked in her adversary’s ear. “That’s what you get, beeyotch! You needed that from the moment you first waddled through that cur--”
CRAAAACK!
Kat returned the favor with blistering interest, her shot swiveling Washington’s head to one side in a cloud of dark locks. “Watch who you’re barking at, doggie.” Braddock purred. “Or next time I’ll use a rolled up newspapEERRGGHH!”
Not about to let some grunt in the Man’s Army light her up and get away with it, Jasmine pounced on Kat in what was ostensibly a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up but was in truth nothing more than an excuse to snatch a handful of hair while mashing the palm of her other hand against the newcomer’s mouth and nose. Of course Braddock hadn’t earned the nickname ‘Brat’ because she was a beacon of sweetness and light, as Wash discovered when the blonde answered back with an equally malicious fistful of hair and a cheek smooshing ‘fish face’!
The FAWN Originals on opposite sides of the ring urged on their respective protégés to greater shows of force and indeed Jasmine and Kat put a great deal of effort into claiming control of that first snarling, hissing clench. Alas there was still such a thing as rules and damned if Craig Long didn’t wade into the fracas in an effort to impose some order on his charges. “All right ladies, break it up! Break it up I said!” He took possession of each hair pullin’ wrist and tugged to no effect whatsoever. Electing a different tactic, he said, “Let go of each other’s hair or I’ll disqualify you both right now. You know the only thing that makes Kylie and Chrissy more angry than the loser’s share of the purse? The share of a match that ends in a DQ. Either of you want to find out if I’m lying?”
“Fine, fine. Back off, asshole.” Jasmine muttered as she slowly relinquished her grips.
Kat did the same, though she wasn’t so bold as to raise her hands for a clean break. “Why don’t you go tag in Ol’ Yeller, Jazzy?” Braddock snapped. “If tonight’s about putting a bytch out of her misery, it might as well be the one at least a few people still care abOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Washington turned like she was going to oblige the demand only to whip back around and come in low enough to hook the diminutive dynamo behind the knees. Then she lifted her more than high enough to ensure there was a satisfying THWHUMP when she drove Braddock to the deck courtesy of a Double Leg Takedown that was almost a Spinebuster.
HOT & BOTHERED DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjKGeIkMpEc
Washington came down in perfect position to go for a cover but such a show of kindness never even crossed her mind. Instead she slung a leg over Braddock’s torso, climbed into a mount and went to work with a flurry of right hands aimed directly at her foe’s hairline.
“C’MON YOU PUTZ!” Chrissy shouted to Long almost immediately. “Make her open those hands!”
“What’s the matter, wash out?” Kylie taunted from across the squared circle. “Poor brat can’t take a few puncHEY! HAIR!”
Far too interested in punishing Jasmine to wait for Long to enforce a break, Kat covered up until there was a break in the barrage, then she buried both hands in Wash’s hair and pulled hard enough to reverse their positions! Quick to dig her knees into the other woman’s ribs, Braddock alternated bouncing her butt into J-Dogg’s stomach with BWUNKING the back of her head against the thinly-sheathed plywood. “You really think you’re going to beat me, bytch?” the blonde hissed. “I already destroyed your hag boss and she’s allegedly got talent! What the hell do you have to AAARRRRRHHHH!”
Jas had a strong set of claws, which she promptly filled with Braddock’s bounty for a white-knuckled squeeze. “Got more’n enough to make the Beach Cat my bytch!” Washington explained while trying to wriggle out from under the fireplug blonde. “With plenty left over to turn you into my personal chew AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Infuriated by this tacky affront to her girls, Kat abandoned the head bouncing in favor of a stereo pincer affixed to Washington’s dials. “Sounds like you’re the one getting chewed up, puppy.” she sneered. “I think you’ll make a wonderful scratching post for the Beach BratSSOOOOWWWWW WHORE!”
Abandoning her claw grip for now, Jas palmed Braddock’s noggin in both hands so she could gouge her thumbs into the blonde’s eyes! Kat stopped tweasing at once, wrenched J-Dogg’s hands away and scrambled to her feet. Washington made it to one knee almost immediately thereafter, the charter member of H&B exemplifying both qualities as she tracked Braddock’s progress with narrow, furious eyes. Getting to her feet just to sink into a three point stance, Jasmine waited until her target was lined up with a neutral corner, then called out, “Hey butterball! Over here!”
The Brat swung in the direction of this taunt only to twist aside half a heartbeat before Washington could cut her in half with a Spear! Not only did she avoid the blow, the curvaceous ingénue got a hand on Jasmine’s rump and gave her a hard shove so that the Hotlanta Hardbody was moving that much faster when she flew between the top and middle turnbuckles and BWAAANGED shoulder-first into the steel ring-post!
Kylie cursed while Chrissy clapped, the Killer Imp quick to offer Braddock encouragement. “Stay on her, kid! Stack the little bytch up in the corner and snuff her out!”
Kat didn’t have to be told once, let alone twice, she’d already snatched hold of Washington’s waistband so she could draw her out and stuff her back-first against the buckles. “I bet you think you can hold out until the ref reaches four on his count.” the Brat chided as she climbed onto the bottom rope. “I bet you can’t.” Braddock looped her arms around Jas’s head and pulled her stunned features into the heavy, fulsome curves of the Front Sleeper that’d so vexed her mentor back at the Madhouse.
Being absorbed into Kat’s curves, Jasmine’s arms flailed wildly, perhaps signaling for assistance form Long or Kylie but with that slow to come, her palms dropped to Braddock’s shoulders and she tried push out from under the breasts enveloping her face. Back against the buckles literally and against the wall figuratively, Jas still couldn’t thrust her way out from the satiny swamp of the rookie’s cleavage, the newcomer showing she knows how to use her advantages with an expertly applied Front Sleeper.
As Washington’s arms moved toward leaden, Craig finished his feeble scolding and started the count, Sanders finally getting her way. A smirking Kat peeled her gurls off the greasy, smeared features of J-Dogg, dropping down from the bottom ropes. The curvy little blonde wrapped an around the back of Wash’s neck and heaved her by, Jasmine front flipping to the canvas, ending in a seated position, bleary-eyed.
The rookie kept the pressure on, surging to a Soccer Kick that pierced Jasmine’s shoulderblades. Washington wakes from her jugg-shock, spine arching in pain from the impact.
The Platinum Pixie motioned for her partner to get off her infamous ass and make a tag. The Badass from Hotlanta slowly pushed to her feet while Braddock stalked the battered Hot & Bothered star. The Brat raised both arms high, laces her fingers, and DROVE a Double Axhandle blow into the same sweet spot she’d hit with her kick. Jasmine stumbled forward with a grunt, vertebrae in a cruel arc after the force of the blow traveled up and down her spinal column.
“HERE!” Ky shouted and Washington struggled toward salvation, wobbling her way to FAWN’s most hated until J-Dogg’s outstretched hand was inches away. It’s then Kat slid alongside, wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s waist and lifts her foe surprisingly easily, dropping Washington on her head and shoulders with a Side Suplex.
SIDE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=loyv6qCeB7o
The teenager kipped to her feet as J-Dogg cradled the back of her skull with both hands. The blonde crept forward a step or two inconspicuously and spun to paintbrush Kylie’s left cheek, the veteran’s head wildly whipping to the side. When it returns, it joined the rest of Sanders in a dip through the ropes in order to tear the rookie limb from limb. But Kat skipped out of reach, Craig intercepting the furious, red-faced Hawkeye.
“I’m going to kill you, girl,” Sanders threatened, while looking over Long’s shoulder.
Braddock only waves in reply, puckering her lips as she sank her nails into the scalp of a rising J-Dogg. She tugged the bootyful grappler to vertical and landed a series of windmill slaps to the bosom of her foe, each set sending the gorgeous African-American fighter backpedaling toward the Quakes corner. Finally, Jasmine’s back touched buckles and Chrissy wrapped an arm around Washington’s throat from behind.
As Jas thrashed violently, Kat moved just behind the herding Long. She reached over and gave Kylie’s silvery bob a tousle, turning Vanilla Chill’s level to boiling. But with Sanders still unable to fight free and Craig unaware Daniel was keeping Jasmine locked in place, Kat turned and sprinted to the opposite corner, NAILING J-Dogg’s center with a Running Hip Check that BLASTED Ky’s partner to the core.
Braddock pressed her fireplug frame against Jasmine to keep her foe deep in enemy territory. She turned her back to Wash and SLAPPED her hands together in front of her, mimicking a tag. Chrissy used the opportunity to enter and make it two on one as Long managed to eject the rabid Sanders.
Knowing he’d heard the tag, he readily accepted the Imp’s presence but wasn’t as happy with the rookie’s continued placement inside the squared circle. The Quakes didn’t seem at all concerned about Craig’s feelings as they dragged a rubber-legged Dogg halfway down the ropes and double Irish Whip her to the opposite cables.
Clutching the tag rope and extending as far as she’s able, the traitorous ‘troll’ managed to tickle the near shoulder of her partner when Wash hitt the cables and rebounded toward the waiting Cali girls. The Quakes kept it simple, as their beach fighting background would suggest and attest. They each dipped a shoulder and threw their low centers of gravity forward to absolutely GUT Jasmine with simultaneous Spears that folded Wash in half then POUNDED her into the deck hard enough a groan emerged in unison from the crowd as every bit of air was expunged from the Dogg.
With both Kat and Chrissy on their knees next to the splayed Hotlanta Hardbooty, Braddock offered Chrissy the winning pin with a wave of her arm as she rose. Daniel dove atop the demolished Jasmine as a grinning Kat turns into a whiplashing Super Kick from the very legal and newly entered Chill.
Straightened like a board, the plush blonde timbered to the deck while a confused Chrissy couldn’t get Long to start his count. He eventually made it clear J-Dogg was not Daniel’s current legal foe. She growled as she rose and turned into a dipping Sanders. The Platinum Pixie swung an arm between the legs of the Imp and ‘hupped’ her old and bitter rival across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. But instead of taking Chrissy to Chilly Valley, the Pleasant Valley Pariah began to spin airplane-style, slowly at first then the pirouette picking up speed until the Beach Cat was more a propeller.
After a dozen revolutions a dizzied Kylie lifted, ducked and vaulted the ash blonde off her shoulders. Chrissy rotated a full turn on her own as she CRASHED to the canvas at a wobbly Kylie’s feet.
Sanders didn’t fight gravity long and she plopped across Daniel in a Lateral Press, hooking the dazed Imp’s far leg for the…
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Even without Kat’s interference, Daniel would have kicked out, but the Axhandle from ‘millennial Chrissy’ sent a grimacing Kylie knee-walking away from the horizontal Imp, Braddock giving her partner more recovery time. The Brat was escorted toward the Quakes corner by Long while a blasted Dogg saw herself out by rolling under the bottom rope and plopping to the floor.
Ky pushed to her feet and strode toward a rising Chrissy, tugging Daniel into a tight Side Headlock before Kylie’s early-career tormentor could find equal footing.
Surging toward the ropes, Sanders dragged Chrissy with her and leapt when she reached the cable. Her boot soles pressed into the top strand and sent both women through a U-turn, Sanders PLANTING Daniel’s forehead into the deck with a perfect Springboard Bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp4GBmGknas
Instead of attempting a pin on the Killer Imp, the seated Sanders stared at Kat and dramatically wiped her hands, a job well done.
“This is what you want to be?” Ky asked, shaking her head. “I’d recommend you come over and be Bothered, but sweetheart, you don’t have the skills to pay the bills.”
The Hawkeye turned her attention back to Daniel and dropped atop Chrissy in a Crossbody Pin that got a…
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…and nothing more, Kylie’s dawdling preventing the attempt from at least making the pin-fall closer.
The Platinum Pixie didn’t seem concerned as she pushed to her feet, moves to a standing straddle of her long-time foe and hopped into the air, coming down atop Daniel’s D-cups with a perfectly-placed Mushroom Stomp, flattening Chrissy’s bosom as much as it could be. A delighted Chill ground her shoe leather into the spandex-sheathed, tenderized tissue, drawing mewls of pain from the Killer Imp.
The Californian pushed Sanders, Ky stumbling off her foe but quickly regaining her balance and cutting off Chrissy’s escape to her partner, doubling the vertical Beach Cat at the waist with a gutting Toe Kick to Chrissy’s belly.
With Daniel bent at the waist and pointed toward Braddock, Kylie’s back to the Brat, Sanders’ arms encircled Chrissy’s midriff and Vanilla Chill showed off her usually limited power game, wrenching the vertically challenged Daniel up around the gut to a Powerbomb position then sitting out, PLOWING Chrissy into the deck.
CHILD OF THE CORN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UckX7ScRcY
The ash blonde ended in a Matchbook, ass pointed to the rafters, legs bracketing her ears, folded in a pin between Kylie’s extended alabaster stems for the…
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Chrissy flopped out of the predicament, causing Ky to turn from her seat and cast an accusing eye at Craig.
“Don’t even try to be Da Man’s bytch, Long,” Chill indicted. “You know how miserable I can make things.”
Craig indeed did, but he still held two fingers aloft.
Kylie didn’t have time to argue further as the stubborn and sturdy Daniel was already on hands and knees, heading for the Quakes corner.
“Where da ya think you’re goin’, beach trash?” Kylie queried.
The Platinum Pixie snatched an ankle and started dragging Daniel back toward center stage when Chrissy kicked her leg free and scurried toward Braddock. A startled Kylie raced after, but when the Imp dove to tag the rookie, a wide-eyed Chill hit the brakes and began to retreat, lifting and extending her pleading palms as the robust rookie enters, staring down the FAWN original and wagging a finger.
“Time’s up, Granny,” Kat informed.
The crowd didn’t quite roar, after all an association with the Killer Imp said a great deal about Braddock’s character, but no section of FAWN fandom loved and loathed more fiercely than those betrayed members of the Kylie Corps and it was they who offered the most support when The Brat stalked their former heroine.
“I spoke too soon,” Sanders blustered as she continued to backpedal across the canvas. “You’ve clearly got skills, even Emily says so and she’s NEVER impressed! I’d be happy to have you as part of Hot & Bothered just as soon as you dump the--” Ky feigned a lunge that flowed into a picture-perfect Super Kick that Braddock snatched less than two inches shy of her snub nose. Slinging the limb to one side in the span between heartbeats, Kat loaded up a right hand and PWAAAKED the veteran with a saloon-quality Haymaker when Sanders came ‘round the other side.
Steppin’ in fencepost holes only made the Iowan’s progress all the more labored, not that playing on Easy Mode bothered Braddock, if the smirk on her face was any indication. “You think I give a damn about your approval?” she sniped once she had hold of the other blonde’s wrist. “Bytch, the only thing I care about is building The Brat Brand!” Kylie started to say something (marketing advice, perhaps?) alas The Brat proved true to her word because she dropped a shoulder and slung Chill toward a neutral corner at top speed. Sanders saw it rushing up to meet her and managed to slow just enough to spin around, meaning she took the top turnbuckle between the shoulders and not flush on the sternum.
As for Braddock, she held back a second or two to make sure the Pleasant Valley Pariah could keep her feet. Thus satisfied, Kat charged the corner and, in a surprising display of agility, leapt up and twisted to the side for a sort of low-flying Crossbody that THWHUMPED her against Kylie’s exposed midsection before she glided between the top and middle ropes!
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8
Happily positioned on Sanders’ six, Braddock snatched a double handful of hair (or rather, she palmed both sides of Kylie’s noggin) forced the blonde’s head forward, then yanked it back to BWUUUNG against the top turnbuckle! She followed this with a derisive shove to send the hurtin’ Hawkeye on her way, Sanders holding her head in both hands instead of reaching for Jasmine’s plaintively outstretched fingers. As for Kat, she’d scaled the turnbuckle and dropped into a tense crouch. A few more steps from Ky prompted a shout, “Hey! Early Bird! Fight’s back here!”
Instinct and pride whipped Sanders around to face her tormentor, the FAWN original’s hands rising to “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Braddock came divebombing out of the aether, the ingénue’s sturdy legs up and angled so that she THWHUMPED butt-first into Kylie’s chest with a gorgeous Diving Seated Senton that drove her adversary into the deck with ring-rattling force.
DIVING SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWFG2gCqefU
Kat bounced to boot-leather without going for a cover, a seeming lapse that didn’t please Chrissy in the slightest. This wasn’t simple youthful arrogance however, The Brat’s attention was honed in on Jasmine, who was already halfway through the ropes. “What do you think you’re doing, doggy?” she sneered. “FAWN doesn’t allow emotional support animals, remember?”
Furious, Washington finished her illegal encroachment and made straight for the newcomer. “Hope your shyt’s in order bytch, Imma ‘bout to tear you to pi--GET OFFA ME, DAMMIT! C’MON LONG, GET OFFA ME!” But Craig did not, he continued to herd Jas back to the H&B corner, a task Jasmine made considerably more difficult because she had to watch while Braddock took Kylie’s ankles in either hand, wrenched her stems apart and then dropped to both knees with a Headbutt that THWHUMPED Chill’s defenseless crotch! Dismissing the seething Badass with another taunting wave, Kat scraped her prey off the mat, laid claim to one wrist and sent her into the ropes on the Quakes’ side of town. Braddock welcomed her return with a quick Back Elbow to the tits made all the more memorable when she went down on her right knee to ensure Sanders’ lower back landed awkwardly across the posted joint.
BRADDOCK BREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9XR3paqFHc
The Brat offered a Double Bicep flex without bothering to push Kylie off her knee, a bit of showmanship that brought an evil smile to Chrissy’s lips. “Over here, kid. Let’s practice some of our double team work on this tackling sled.” Kat thought this a fine idea, so she pushed Kylie aside, got to her feet and made a point of stomping on the veteran’s blonde’s tummy en route to the Beach Cat. No shenanigans this time, Braddock tagged Daniel in full view of everyone, though she made no effort to leave the ring, much to Craig’s consternation. Indeed the pair of curvy Quakes strode back to Kylie, Chrissy in the front, Kat a little behind. Dropping to one knee behind the former World Champ, Kat slipped her head between Chrissy’s legs and looped her arms around the Imp’s upper thighs so she wouldn’t have any trouble when it came time to haul her partner up into an Electric Chair.
Quite enjoying the elevated position, Chrissy took a moment to flip Jasmine the bird before she patted Kat’s shoulder. “Let her have it, kid.” Braddock slung her forward and down, the usually dangerous predicament transformed into a resounding Splash across Kylie’s fluttering tummy! Quick to leave so Long wouldn’t have any excuse to delay the count, Kat joined the rest of the FAWNatics in tolling off the…
PUTZ POUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOCIB6BWdSo
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THRNOOOO!”
Jasmine flew in low and fast, the Hotlanta Hardbody skidding under the radar with a Basement Dropkick that caught Daniel on the crown of the skull. “GET UP!” she demanded even while pounding a flurry of Forearm Smashes across the back of the Imp’s shoulders. “C’MON BEEYOTCH, LET’S SEE WHAT YOU CAN OOOOFFFFFFHH!”
Kat repaid like with like via a sawed-off Spear that tore Washington off her target and sent both ladies tumbling across the mat in a hissing, snarling squall! Cringing over how quickly it’d all gone to shite, Long devoted his attention to Kat & Dogg, leaving the veterans to tend to their own issues.
Sneak attack not withstanding, Chrissy recovered several steps ahead of the Pernicious Platinum Pixie, but she kindly helped Sanders along with a not-so-gentle grip on both ears. This gave way to a Wristlock, which in turn flowed into an Irish Whip that sent Ky hurtling spine-first into the Quakes corner. Hands on her hips, Chrissy muttered, “Good or bad, you were NEVER a match for me.” The Beach Cat raced in thinking Avalanche Splash, so imagine her befuddlement when Kylie surged off the buckles and snaked her right arm around the other blonde’s neck. Locking her hands in an S-Grip to make sure Daniel didn’t go anywhere, Kylie leaned forward, then snapped back to land on her butt in relative comfort while Chrissy BWUUUNGED face-first into the middle buckle!
BUCKLE FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDrG8__0TAY
Sublimely pleased with the sound of the Imp’s soft groans layered over the low thrum of that roughly-padded steel, Kylie spun to both knees and cinched a vindictive Waistlock around Chrissy’s midsection before she regained her footing. Dipped low, FAWN’s Most Hated let out a growl that blossomed into a full-throated war cry as she powered Daniel up through a slow motion deadlift that kicked into fast forward the instant she crested the apex of Iowan’s bridge. Chrissy THAWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders, the ballistic blonde neatly folded in half by the German Suplex. Sanders bridged up on her toes immediately thereafter. She KNEW Daniel’s shoulders were down and god help Craig Long if that idiot was even a half second out of position.
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm-RzS8C1fE
Chrissy, stacked on said shoulders, seems dead to the world for…
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…but burst to life long enough to flop out of the pinning predicament and keep Kylie from claiming a win with a version of her ‘early era’ finisher the Over and Done.
Craig couldn’t separate Kat and Jasmine, the duo locked in a hateful gator roll, so the ref did the next best thing, herding them under the bottom rope so they could take their free-for-all to the outside.
As the fresher-faced versions of each team plopped to the floor and continued to batter away, Kylie made sure she and her one-time tormentor were alone on the battlefield. Sanders rose and sent a series of three stomps to the Achilles’ gut of the Beach Cat, leaving Chrissy a groaning mess at her feet.
“Kid’s as dumb as a brick. Suits you perfectly,” Chill affirmed while dipping a hand into the Imp’s ash blonde locks. She tugged the fireplug frame to vertical. Sanders transferred her grip to a wrist and flung Daniel to the far corner. Chrissy turned her back into the collision, spine arching from the pain of impact. Rattled, she leaned into the buckles as Ky charged after her. Sprinting to her target, the Platinum Pixie pulled up short and cracked an open hand across the Imp’s face.
Kylie scooped her arms under Daniel’s thick thighs and vaulted her to a seat on the top buckle. FAWN’s Most Hated climbed to the bottom ropes and curled her right set of fingers into a fist. Before she could fire, Chrissy pushed Sanders off her perch. The silvery-bobbed Chill kept her feet under her, staggering to a stop several feet away. By the time she did, Chrissy was standing on the middle cables and leapt toward her foe.
Kylie escaped from the flight path, hitting a Dropkick into Daniel’s left knee that sent her foe splattering to the canvas on her abundant chest. Moving to the grounded Chrissy, Ky collected each leg of the Imp and reeeefed back when in a reverse straddle of Chrissy’s lower back, securing a torturous Boston Crab. Kylie dipped low in a crouch, pulling Daniel’s short stocky stems with her, trying to touch toe tips to shoulders with the submission hold.
Chrissy bit her lower lip, trying to contain the pain, shaking her head when Long asked if she wants to give.
“Say it,” Sanders grunted. “I’ll break your back and you can watch Braddock from a wheelchair.”
Instead, Chrissy dug her nails into the canvas and dragged her way to the ropes, Chill fighting for every piece of real estate. Within a few inches of her goal, Chrissy saw a familiar face appear before her, Kat emerging and pushing the bottom rope the extra couple inches necessary for the Imp to wrap a palm.
The frustrated Hawkeye, missing the assistance behind her back, released at ‘FOUR’ and strode away, sweeping fingers through her silvery bob. She turned to find a grimacing Chrissy rising, Kat at her feet. Vanilla Chill looked for her partner, traipsing around the ring before finally finding Jasmine on all fours next to the apron, clearly deeper into recovery mode than Chrissy’s Brat.
Huffing in irritation, she turned and strode to Daniel to continue the beatdown. With the Beach Cat walking unsteadily towards Braddock, Kat back in the Quakes corner, imploring entry, Kylie RAMMED Chrissy with a big elbow from the side, this time stopping her long-time nemesis from tagging in the riled rookie.
Spinning Chrissy to face her, Kylie dipped her head between the Cali fighter’s legs, wrapping her arms around the Imp’s lower limbs. Sanders lifted Chrissy off the canvas, half the Imp in front of Chill half over her shoulders, then sat out, SMASHING Daniel’s chest and mug into the deck with her Iowa Waterwheel.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
A seated Kylie grinned at a snarling Kat. She winked and turned to shove the demolished Chrissy to her back covering in a full body pin, pressing down on Daniel’s wrists for the…
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THRNOOO!
A tardy Kat watched as her partner shoved a shoulder up on her own, flustering Vanilla Chill, Kylie slapping the canvas in a fit. The Platinum Pixie shoved to her feet and waved off a tag request from Jasmine, insisting she’s got this.
Sanders sent stomp after stomp into Daniel’s right set of ribs, ‘convincing’ Chrissy to roll to her chest. With her foe in position, Ky dropped into a reverse straddle of Daniel’s waist and fashioned her raised right hand into a Claw, the Corps reflexively responding with a chant of “FARM…HAND”.
But before Kylie could sink the digits into Chrissy’s upper hamstring and clamp down on the nerve bundle situated there, the Beach Cat lifted both legs and locked her ankles behind the noggin of the Pleasant Valley Pariah. Forcing her lower limbs down, Chrissy flipped Sanders off her and followed with a backward roll of her own, ending in a schoolgirl press of Chill.
Fury emerging, Daniel lathered a wide-eyed Ky with fists and forearms, Sanders blocking most but not all. With Kylie bewildered, Chrissy relented on the assault only to snap up Ky’s braincase in a Front Facelock. She slid down Kylie’s alabaster frame, pulling Sanders to a seat as she did. Settling between the ivory stems of Chill, Chrissy widened her legs, placing her boot soles into Kylie’s calves and streeetching Chill’s gams into an agonizing set of splits. Sanders yelped in anguish, arms flailing wildly as they couldn’t reach to support the groin muscles that must feel as if they were about to snap.
“You were saying about a wheelchair,” Chrissy growled, adding a loud “PUTZ”.
When Craig offered Kylie a way out, her right hand rises, index finger extended. She shook a ‘no’ even as she mewled in pain from the pressure of the improvised Leg Spreader.
Not getting the answer she wanted, Daniel removed her legs from within those of Ky’s and wrapped them around Sanders’ midriff, strapping on a rib-crushing Bodyscissors while sitting in Chill’s lap. The relief of being able to pull her lower limbs together was short-lived as the power of the Scissors gnawed into Kylie’s midsection.
The Hawkeye pried an arm into Chrissy’s Facelock and popped her head out. She immediately barrel rolled to the right, ending on her chest while the Imp landed on her shoulders. Squirming for…
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…forced to release her Scissors, Daniel clambered out from under Ky, taking a quick glance at Long who holds up two fingers. While the Beach Cat assured she hasn’t made a terrible mistake, Kylie scrambles on all fours to her corner and happily tagged the Hotlanta Hardbody.
J-Dogg took stock of the situation, seeing Chrissy turned toward Kat to bring in her reinforcements, but as she got a step through, Daniel spun on a dime and charged Washington. The Imp swung a knee up into the chin of the entering Badass, snapping Jasmine’s head back. She drew Washington the rest of the way in, the brunette staggering away from the rampaging Daniel for a moment. Catching the H&B star from behind, Chrissy dragged a set of nails down her foe’s back. Wash arched in agony, welts quickly growing on her previously unmarked skin.
The Imp ‘guided’ Jasmine to the ropes and sent a kick into the pit of Washington’s knee, forcing her to genuflect. The former three-time World Champ slung a leg over J-Dogg’s neck and right shoulder, forcing the brunette’s throat down across the middle cable, Wash turned redfaced as her windpipe was constricted against the rubber-coated steel. Only Craig’s count saved her, Daniel relenting at ‘FOUR!’
Chrissy backed away, hands raised, for a second or two before she pushed past Long and grabbed Jas’s dark locks. She tugged Washington to the Quakes corner and handed the reins to the rookie, slapping palms with Kat.
Not surprisingly, Chrissy remained in the ring while Braddock climbed the corner. The fireplug shifted behind the still gasping Wash, slipping her head between Jasmine’s thighs. The concentrated power of the veteran showed as she lifted the Badass onto her shoulders into Electric Chair position, staring down Kat, high on her perch.
The usually confident H&B’er couldn’t help but show a measure of alarm in her predicament and Braddock brought the reality, leaping off the buckles and SPEARING the brunette off her partner’s shoulders, Washington PLANTED into the deck, the back of her noggin and shoulders hitting hard in gruesome fashion.
The crowd is buzzing at fever pitch as the rookie spread out the demolished Hardbody and climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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THRENOOO!
Jasmine remained adjacent to dreamland and there’s no kick-out, but the Platinum Pixie, still in less than ideal shape herself, entered and shoved The Brat off her partner in crime to stay their match execution.
Infuriated by the blatant theft, Braddock scrambled to boot leather and advanced on the FAWN original. “Hope you enjoyed your last hurrah you miserable old bat.” she growled. “Because I’m sending you and your ‘I wanna talk to the manager’ hair to the Home For Has-BeeNNNGGGHHH!”
Kylie lashed out with a lightning-fast Bytch Slap that put Braddock’s head on a swivel. “Just because The Man let you stay up past your bed time doesn’t mean you can talk to me like--”
The pneumatic ingénue swung for the fences with a Haymaker that would’ve split Sanders’s chin wide open if she hadn’t dipped low at the last possible second. A bit of commotion dead ahead drew Ky’s attention just long enough to note Chrissy bustling through the strands. Such a splitting of focus often resulted in tragedy for lesser talents, but the Pixie’s ring awareness was almost preternatural and that allowed her to fire off a no-look Back Kick that PWAAAKED deep into Kat’s belly! Spinning back to sidle up next to the other blonde, Kylie helped herself to a handful of trunks and tresses, then wheeled the both of ’em through a full circle just to sling Braddock into Daniel with an impromptu Spear!
The distance was such that it acted more like a forceful Shoulderblock, Braddock bowling her mentor backward into the Quakes’ corner rather than cutting her down, yet that was more than enough to put a smile on Sanders’s face. Seizing Jasmine’s wrist in direct defiance of Long’s nattering, the Pleasant Valley Pariah draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged Washington all the way back to opposite corner. Once there she dipped through the strands, grabbed the tag rope in one hand and leaned down to swat Wash’s shoulder with the other.
Her legal return to the squared circle didn’t draw the pop of a usual hot tag, but there was still a noticeable roar when the former World Champion vaulted over the top rope and raced across the canvas. As of yet unaware of the incoming Iowan, Kat Braddock pulled her shoulder outta Chrissy’s midsection and turned around to--THWHACK! The Brat got herself a double helping of Pleasant Valley Sole Food, Sanders’s Dropkick mashing Kat’s mush while simultaneously driving the young blonde back into her partner.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ew_iFAYN5c
As for Ky, she came down on one knee, popped up immediately thereafter and buried a hand in Braddock’s hair. “Let’s get you away from the chaperone, shall we kiddo?” No waiting for Kat’s permission, Kylie sprinted for a neutral corner with the rookie lagging behind and BWUUUNGED her forehead into the top turnbuckle. Braddock shuddered, crumpled to one knee, then yelped in surprised indignation when Sanders used a handful of green briefs to haul her up. “Not bedtime yet, baby.” FAWN’s Most Hated snarled. “There’s still so much I have to teach you.”
Wheeling the fireplug around in a half circle, Sanders stuffed a few Shoulderblocks into opposing belly before muscling her into a seat on the third floor. From there she seized Braddock’s wrists in each hand, crossed them in a loose ‘X’ and twisted around, thus putting her back to the woozy rookie. With Kat’s wrists crisscrossed above her head, the Pernicious Platinum Pixie took a single step forward and went down on one knee to flip Kat from her perch to an ugly full body landing atop the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ
The scattered remnants of the Kylie Corps urged their fallen heroine to go for the cover, but Sanders hadn’t listened to those idiots for years and she wasn’t about to resume that foolishness tonight. Instead she backed into the buckles, grabbed hold of the top rope and boosted herself onto the second strand. There she waited until Braddock rolled to all fours and clambered to “UUUNNNGGGHHHH!” Sanders came down on her like a ton of bricks, Ky raising her knees to just shy of her chin to power the Mushroom Stomp she TWHUMPED against the center of Kat’s back. The Brat hit the deck in a facedown heap and now she DID go for a cover, though she made sure to drag Braddock well away from the ropes before settling into a deep Back Press good for…
MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5398lLbx90
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A round of applause when Kat inched a shoulder off the mat with less than a whisper to spare, a reaction that made Kylie hate the tyro that much more. “All right, we’re finished here.” Sanders buried both hands in Braddock’s hair, using the catty tactic to reel her into a Front Facelock. “Way too late for the likes of you, kid. Time for all bad Brats to be in bed so they can dream of being a real wrestler when they grow up.”
Kat barely mustered a groan, so Ky slung the other blonde’s near arm over her shoulders en route to another handful of green waistband. A quick turn to the camera and a single mean yank meant the folks at home got an excellent view of Kat’s half-wedgie in the heartbeat before Sanders dipped down and hoisted the Brat directly over--
“NNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Beach Cat pounced from outta nowhere, Chrissy taking Sanders out at the knees so that her pupil THWHUMPED down across Kylie’s chest in a makeshift Splash! Craig Long went after Daniel at once only to turn around when the backpedaling veteran pointed over one shoulder. Cursing under his breath, the ref dove in beside the action to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kylie wrested her legs from Braddock’s grasp and scrambled to her feet just as Long was ushering Chrissy to the Quakes’ corner. “Too little, too late, Shrimp!” she grunted. “The Brat is mine and so are AAAARRRRGGHH!”
Kat THWHUMPED her right forearm between Kylie’s thighs, hateful Low Blow that had the blonde Hot & Bothered for all the wrong reasons.
Regaining her feet even as the crippled Iowan fought to keep hers, Braddock wheeled the knock-kneed veteran around in half circle and immediately slapped on a Front Facelock. She cradled Kylie’s left leg behind the knee immediately thereafter but instead of muscling her opponent overhead The Brat simply snapped back to THAWHONK the crown of Kylie’s skull into the mat with a thunderous DDT! Bounced into a boneless starfish by the Kat Nap, Sanders voiced nothing more than a soft moan when Braddock climbed aboard in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Brawny thighs flanking the veteran’s cheeks, Kat blew the camera a kiss and threw in a double bicep flex for good measure while the ref counted off…
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded but Kat didn’t get up, rather she slid forward, burying Sanders under an envy-green assvalanche to make sure Kylie couldn’t hear the Announcer proclaim, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… CHRISSY DANIEL AND KAT BRADDOCK!”
A dazed J-Dogg, still on the apron after Sanders’ ill-fated tag, started to shake out of her stupor with the clanging of the bell. Unfortunately for Washington, the Killer Imp joined her fellow Californian in adding to the Richter scale abuse of H&B. Chrissy grabbed Jasmine by the ankles and draaaaaaagged Jas on her chest next to Cushion Kylie.
The vertically-challenged Beach Cat showed what over a decade’s worth of FAWNatics knew. She’s got power in those densely packed square inches. Chrissy popped Jas up to her waist with a first heave, quickly shifting her grip to around Washington’s waist. From there, she vaulted Jasmine nearly vertical in her grasp before sitting out in a Muscle Bomb, DRIVING the back of J-Dogg’s skull into the canvas.
IMPLOSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KydDVYc1uig
Washington was left in a mangled Matchbook, legs trapped under Daniel’s arms, Hotlanta booty pointed to the rafters. It took but a moment for Chrissy to scoot her undercarriage atop the snoozing features of Washington for what could have likely been a three dozen-count.
Craig thought better than trying to get in the Quakes’ way, even going so far as to raise the arms of the victors while they sat atop the demolished Hot & Bothered.
Kat even added a little sensual grind to her dominant display, working some of Chrissy’s Old School influence into Sanders’ decimation. With both women satisfied, having made their point who was FAWN’s glorious past and its bright future, the plush blondes rose from the depleted Platinum Pixie and her pooch and planted boots on respective chests for the Gladiatrix money shot, Braddock and Daniel making a loud and clear statement: Teacher and student are ready for all comers.