Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:18:29 GMT
Summer Swelter brought the California Quakes and Muy Caliente together in the ring in the form of a Kat Braddock win over Sofia Garcia but the fiery Latinas proved more than capable of making the Quakes nothing more than slight aftershocks after the match, Soshana and Soledad clearing the ring when Avery Christian joined the Cali reprobates, ready to cause trouble.
It’s no surprise the Baby Boss makes sure retribution for the display of defiance would be quick to come and the Red, White and Bruised crowd roars back to life when the spicy Soto and Sanchez salsa to center stage to the former’s accompaniment.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
SOSHANA SOTO
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
Soto’s attire is a purple sports bra top with gold trim. Her bottoms are the same color as the top with flaps covering the back also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with the purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Beside her is the former La Hurrican and now reformed Soledad, having found respectful common cause with her fellow chicas. Sanchez no longer sports her once familiar leopard print two piece, instead transforming her two pieces into the striking red, white and green of her home country, multi-hued boots and pads included.
The young women shake their hips in a brief celebration of togetherness then trot down the aisle slapping each and every hand, the FAWNatics still trying to wrap their head around Soledad’s delight in interacting with the crowd.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives with the fans, while Sanchez completes the lap as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’.
Finally, Soto bounds up the ring steps, wipes her boots on the apron, and moves to the center of the ropes. She sits on the middle and pushes up the top, making for an easy entry for her former foe and newfound friend. After the former La Hurrican makes landfall inside the ring, Soto, still on the outside when she releases the cables, grabs the top strand and leaps over. Lil’ So-So pulls her knees up to her chest as she passes over the top rope sideways then uncoils and lands perfectly in the ring.
The diminutive firecracker performs a front hand spring and comes up in the middle of the ring arms extended to the side. She and her Muy Caliente cohort turn to all sides of the ring, basking in their support and returning the same to the fans.
The ring announcer makes his play as the music fades.
“Our next match is one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dimamita… Soshana Soto! And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, she stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
Intrigued, to say the least, the throngs cheer enthusiastically as the new duo settle in their corner, eager to see if Lil’ So-So and her transformed counterpart can work together in a full-blown battle with the curvy California Quakes.
With the crowd buzzing in anticipation at the arrival of the Latina’s fulsome foes, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tears through the air.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ ) erupts through the speakers and a barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the illumination fades, not just one or even two Quakes are present, but a triumvirate, the Killer Imp accompanying her protégés. The three-time former World Champion Chrissy Daniel, stands between her double barreled Gen Z firepower, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of blonde Kat and brunette Avery.
KAT BRADDOCK
AVERY CHRISTIAN
CHRISSY DANIEL
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock has already caught the imagination and ire of most, while Christian’s legacy and the front office backing from Mom makes Avery a force in her own right.
With a future HOFer guiding them on the outside, it’s immediately clear why all look confident as can be and the crowd’s hatred is muted by worry for Muy Caliente, particularly when Sofia is absent.
Together the Quakes stride down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
The Imp wears a shiny leather top, somewhere between silver and black, tight black denim below with similarly dark boots, a savage wardrobe for the manager on the go.
On her right, the busty blonde youngster reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Christian wears a white one piece with a neckline that doesn’t so much plunge as it dives, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rise over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The ash blonde’s hips swivel with every self-assured step and the newbies match her swish for swish.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, the women reach the ring and Daniel leads the way up the ring steps, waiting outside the corner post as Kat and Avery move past her in opposite directions, each then slipping through the strands, occupying the corner farthest from the lovely Latinas.
With VanHalen receding, the announcer marks the arrival of team two.
“And their opponents, accompanied by the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California and fighting out of Santa Monica, California respectively, weighing in at a combined 248 pounds; The Brat…Kat Braddock. The Baby Boss…Avery Christian. They are the California Quakes.”
Chrissy gives each curvy fireplug a pat on the shoulder, whispering a final set of instructions in their ears. Each nods and Avery takes a spot beside her manager before Daniel drops to the floor at Nick Castle’s urging.
Now alone within the confines, Kat turns her attention to her foes, watching intently as it becomes clear she’ll start with Lil So-So, a grin of utter arrogance emerging as she sees the dangerous veteran leave and a patsy remain.
The former La Hurrican steps through the strands and the bell rings sending the California Quakes and Muy Caliente into a tag team battle in their growing war. Blonde and brunette are both vertically challenged but the fuller frame of The Brat shows she has the strength advantage when the combatants come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Quickly, she backs Soto, pressing her into a neutral corner, Lil So-So’s spine against the buckles.
The Mexican raises her hands and Kat does likewise with a shit-eating grin, the crowd expecting shenanigans but Braddock backs away cleanly to the middle of the ring, motioning Soto forward to join her. The FAWNatics give the blonde a cautious round of applause for her fair play.
Soshana can’t contain a slight grin in return and she strides cautious to Kat when the curvy Quake breaks into a sprint toward her. Soto slickly collapses to the canvas on her side and laces her legs around an ankle of the charging Braddock. Kat flops forward from the drop toe hold, her forehead CRASHING into the bottom buckle.
Kipping to her feet excitedly, Lil So-So races to the opposite buckles as a dazed Kat spins off her chest and uses the ropes, now behind her, to pull to her feet. But it’s only in time to be SPLASHED by a tiny Mexican invasion, Soto having stormed across the ring like a precocious baby bull, burying the busty blonde before bouncing off and away, watching as Kat’s abbreviated legs fail her and she plops to her backside, tanned stems extended in front of her.
Soshana backs to her previous starting point, a delighted Soledad egging on the fans. They roar to life as the diminutive dynamite raises her arms high and wide before taking off in another sprint toward her flaxen haired target. From a few feet out, Soto launches, little legs extended, and RAMS her derriere into the abundant chest of her rival. Soshana grabs the middle ropes on either side and THUMPS her undercarriage into the bosom then neck then chin of the blonde as Kat soaks in the Bronco Buster and begins sliding closer to horizontal with each of Lil So-So’s ten thrusts, the crowd counting along.
As Soto dismounts and hops animatedly around the ring, Soledad calls out to her partner and the rookie scurries over to make a tag with the veteran while a flabbergasted Kat manages to rise and lean into the buckles on rubbery legs. As Sanchez enters, Soto is instructed to remain in the squared circle and the former La Hurrican grabs her partner by a wrist.
Soledad flings her little missile toward the dazed Quake and AGAIN Lil So-So gets big, burying Kat under another wave of ‘South of the Border’ passion. But this time Sanchez brings in another wave behind, CRUSHING Kat under a double decker of Mexican mass, Lil So-So taking a sandwich for the team.
Showing the effects, she drops to her side and rolls out under the ropes instead of trying to exit in the normal manner. Sanchez presses a forearm into Kat’s mush, pushing the Brat’s head to the side and lifting a knee into the plush tummy of Chrissy’s protégé. Kat doubles, folding over the invading knee. But she gets straightened when a series of jabs and hooks slam into her gurls before a nasty uppercut finds the underside of Braddock’s chin, Soledad’s Storm Flurry battering the sagging Kat, Braddock wilting under the heat of Muy Caliente.
The ref’s count finally forces Sanchez to pull her target out of the corner. She shoves the wobbling Braddock past and quickly climbs the corner, turning to face Braddock who drunkenly stumbles through a u-turn. The blasted blonde is unaware as Soledad launches from her perch and delivers a double axhandle from the top that THUMPS into Kat’s forehead, sending her rocketing to the deck, ending in a bewildered starfish at Soledad’s feet.
Instead of going for the pin, the veteran lucha boots Kat in her right set of ribs, convincing Braddock to roll to her chest. Sanchez drops to a forward-facing crouch over the Quake, capturing Kat’s left arm in a hammerlock then somersaulting forward into a beautiful bridge with the hammer still in place, putting added pressure on the limb in artistic fashion.
From the outside, a chant of ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ emerges, but Daniel poo-poos the efforts, assuring the crowd no Cali Quake would ever give into their ‘south of the border’ rivals. The battered Kat bites her lower lip and shakes her head when the offer comes from the man in stripes and, after wringing as much out of the hold as she can, Soledad releases and scrambles to her feet.
Braddock cradles her injured wing close as she makes it to a seated position and butt-scoots her way to the cables. She stretches her ’good’ arm outward, begging off as Sanchez approaches. Soledad smirks in response.
“Gringa. I’ve been around too long,” the veteran addition to Caliente scoffs. “Get your pasty ass up.”
A snarling Kat struggles up with the help of the cables and tries sliding down the ropes to tag her partner into the match for the first time but Sanchez cuts her off and forces the curvy Quake to take the middle ground of the ring. Braddock shakes out her aching arm and motions Soledad forward. The Monterrey native doesn’t hesitate, clasping the blonde in a collar-and-elbow that Braddock turns into a tight side headlock.
Soledad’s hands float down to Braddock’s hips and she heaves The Brat off, Kat using the momentum to race to the ropes and return at full speed, but Sanchez leapfrogs over the charging blonde and sends Kat down to one knee with a spin kick to the Braddock’s plush tummy on her second rebound from the cables.
A frustrated Avery fumes in silence while Chrissy sputters in forced enthusiasm for the faltering Brat, neither pleased when Soledad continues to dominate with her signature Hurricane Kick, a step-up enziguri that leaves Kat a ragged mess on the canvas.
Hurricane Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9O_gT7FB6M )
Soledad kips to her feet and turns to the Quake corner. She sambas through a 360, driving both Daniel and Christian to distraction, then hustles to the Caliente corner where she turns over the keys to the energetic Soto, Lil So-So already climbing to the top when she’s tagged on her boot top.
Soto launches from the heights in acrobatic fashion, zooming through an airborne front flip, the 450 splash landing across Kat’s KNEES. Braddock gets the pointy caps raised and she guts the tawny tummy of Caliente’s ball of energy. Lil So-So rolls away from the disastrous impact, moaning and hugging her midriff while a dilapidated Braddock rolls to all fours and slowly crawls toward the demanding Baby Boss.
With Soshana still on the canvas, trying to regain her breath as her abs unknot, The Brat dives for her partner’s hand and it’s the curvy brunette into battle for the first time, striding confidently toward a rising Soto and immediately adding to her foe’s ab-related woes with a toe kick to the flat belly of the risen Mexican grappler.
With the dipped head of Lil So-So available, Avery wraps her arms around Soto’s noggin and wrenches her foe with a neckvise. Though the Baby Boss doesn’t have the height of her infamous mother/commissioner, she’s got plenty of strength to spread around her vertically challenged frame. She has Soshana groaning as it appears the curvy brunette is working at twisting Lil So-So’s head off her body.
Avery shifts her grip slightly, moving it to a front facelock on the doubled Mexican. Christian slips her head under a draping arm of the tawny-skinned grappler and buggywhips her to the deck with a snap swinging neckbreaker.
Snap Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ )
Avery scrambles to a lateral press on the stunned Soto, hooking both legs and folding her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soshana’s diminutive frame spasms, shifting Soto’s shoulders off the deck as she spills to her side. Avery, pushed to all fours by the escape, hovers over the aching Lil So-So, stifling her anger though not entirely.
She gives the official a look of disdain then snatches Soshana by the braincase, pulling Pequeno Dinamita to wobbly feet.
“I don’t know how you thought getting Quaked would be a good idea for your sad little career,” Avery informs. “But you’re about find out its lasting effects.”
Christian wraps an arm around the back of Soto’s neck, grabbing a handful of Lil So-So’s purple gear at the opposite hip. Showing what she can do to her fellow lightweights, the Baby Boss pops her hips and launches Soto heavenward, Soshana’s boot soles pointed to the rafters. Then over she goes, the Mexican landing on her feet, looking for a moment like she has a getaway planned. But Avery still has a grip over her left shoulder and she lays out, Soto CRASHING to the deck at the hands of the brunette’s Suplex Lift Neckbreaker.
Suplex Lift Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtoU1lDSbfc )
Avery rises to a seated position, smirking as she looks out on the crowd and casts a glance toward her blonde teammate. Kat offers a golf clap, playing with the FAWNatics, while Chrissy is more direct, shouting out “Stay on her”.
Christian twists behind a rising Soto, catching her foe as Lil So-So makes it to her backside. Avery snakes her arms around the head and neck of Muy Calente’s Little Dynamite. Obviously looking to snuff the fuse, Christian’s limbs tighten around temples and jugular, cutting off the blood supply to Soshana’s gray matter with a sleeper hold.
Kneeling, Avery leans her sturdy frame into the slighter Soto, forcing Lil So-So to carry much of her mass even as Christian works her submission. The Mexican’s arms flail wildly, her dark eyes shooting from side to side. But as the seconds pile up, her lids begin to flutter above them.
From the sidelines, La Hurrican pleads with Soto to fight out of the predicament and Soto responds, pushing her back against Avery’s body and using it to reach vertical, the Baby Boss maintaining her consciousness-draining grip even as her foe gets off the deck and surreptitiously wraps her arms around the crown of Avery’s skull.
Soto immediately drops to the deck, sitting out and BLASTING a jawbreaker into Christian’s mandible. Avery staggers away massaging and flexing her jaw, cursing under her breath as she arcs through a half-circle that brings her back toward a risen Soto. Soshana takes the low road, not in any illegal way of course, the fresh-faced beauty scurrying between Avery’s stance on hands and knees before popping to her feet and diving to a tag of Soledad.
Hurricane warnings are up for Orlando as Sanchez leaps over the rubber-coated steel strands and hops into a perfect dropkick to Christian’s bountiful chest. To her credit, Avery remains upright, spinning away from the attack and coming back for more. And more is what she gets as Soledad lifts her sights with the next dropkick, her boot soles THUMPING into Avery’s chin and dropping her like a ton of lead.
Christian struggles up to rubbery legs and stumbles to a neutral corner, arms draped over the top ropes on either side. Soledad’s quick to join her foe, racing in and lifting off, planting a boot to the side of Christian’s skull with her Storm Surge enziguri.
Storm Surge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyxIKBCMWk4 )
Avery slumps deeper into the corner, easy pickings for the rampaging lucha to scoop the busty brunette off her feet and place her on a seat atop the uppermost buckle. Sanchez, true to her south of the border roots, climbs to the middle ropes, tugs the brunette up to join her, and captures the squirming Christian in a pair of underhooks. As the crowd cheers her on, a response Soledad is unaccustomed to during most of her checkered career, Sanchez vaults Avery up and over her shoulder, suplexing the Baby Boss from her perch, all the way to the canvas below, Avery only skidding to a stop when she reaches the middle of the ring.
Avalanche Double Underhook Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-j49q5yI0g )
Avery’s left a spread-eagled ragdoll, semiconscious next to a grimacing Soledad, Sanchez reaching for her lower spine, the impact also affecting her. La Hurrican pivots and dives atop the splayed Christian in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The busty brunette shoves a shoulder up, flopping to her side as both the Imp and the Brat demand in no uncertain terms she make it to the Quake corner and save the match from a white-hot Muy Caliente.
Soledad kips to her feet and stands next to the softly stirring Christian. Her back to Avery, Soledad leaps into a back flip with a twist, the corkscrew splash landing flush across the plunging neckline of the Baby Boss. Avery jackknifes in anguish from the crushing splash of La Hurrican. The veteran passes on a pin however, instead hopping to her feet and hustling to the Caliente corner where Soto is already on her way up.
Sanchez taps the toe tips of the locked and loaded Little Dynamite. Soshana is off like a spinning rocket, soaring and revolving through 360 degrees then an extra 90 to come CRASHING down across the tummy of the deflated and demolished Avery.
Lil So-So bounces off the flattened Christian but quickly claims her prize. Moving to Avery’s legs, she folds her foe up in a matchbook, leaning atop the hammies and calves of the blown up Baby Boss for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Kat, sensing the fight’s been blasted out of her partner, saves the Quakes, diving into a double axhandle of Lil So-So that breaks the count of the striped shirt.
As Avery weakly rolls toward the ropes, Kat and Soshana wade into each other, little fists flying. After a half-dozen successful landings, it’s Soto able to finally block a volley and respond with a second straight balled fist. Then another block and a third in a row. Another and a fourth. Kat’s arms are at her sides, Soto letting lose on the buxom bite-sized blonde. Braddock gives ground until a final uppercut to the chin sends The Brat pinwheeling through a back flip over the cables, the Cali girl bouncing off the apron and ending splattered on the floor below, not far from where Avery drops to the cement, Chrissy quickly providing cover for her reeling proteges.
Soledad slips around from the side, but she doesn’t escape Chrissy’s veteran gaze. The Killer Imp motions for Sanchez to bring it on as La Hurican lowers into a crouch, ready to charge. But it’s all a feint as Soshana’s rebounded off the far ropes for added momentum and skies between the top and middle ropes, SLAMMING into the Killer Imp with a suicide dive that barrels the three-time World Champion into the blonde and brunette behind her. Pequeno Dinamita explodes on the three Quakes, knocking all three fireplugs to the floor like a set of busty bowling pins.
Still on her feet, Lil So-So pumps her fist at the roaring crowd as she hovers over the splayed threesome and the FAWNatics reward her with a standing ovation, Muy Caliente en fuego.
She plucks Avery from the wreckage and spins into a heave of the busty brunette under the ropes, Christian rolling to a stop several steps in. Soto and Sanchez each climbs the ring steps. Soshana steps through and turns to tag La Hurrican. And while Soledad enters, the perky Lil So So remains.
Both women move to the reeling Baby Boss and, as Avery reaches her knees, they snatch opposite wrists, pulling Christian to her feet. As a threesome, Christian little say in the matter, they reverse field and bump into the ropes behind them. Muy Caliente heaves Avery on her way across the canvas and meet the returning brunette mid-ring. Soshana NAILS Avery with a spin kick to the tummy that doubles over the Baby Boss with a burst of breath and Soledad follows with a teeth-rattling European uppercut.
Avery’s arms pinwheel to keep herself upright, which is fine by the Mexican grapplers. With Lil So-So behind and Soledad in front of their target, both spin into action. Soto pirouettes into a low-level sweep kick, cracking in behind Avery’s ankles, while simultaneously, Soledad twirls into a leg lariat across Christian’s collarbone. The two kicks together send the back of Avery’s skull careening into the canvas with violent force.
On her back, Avery cradles her head, her boots soles pattering against the canvas from the forceful double-team. And while the crowd heartily enjoys the two-on-one, Nick Castle does not. He points the way for Soshana’s departure while Sanchez shows off her total lack of a need for turnbuckles when it comes to aerial maneuvers. Standing next to the splayed Christian, Soledad backflips into a atanding Shooting Star Press that CRUSHES Avery beneath, the Baby Boss jackknifing under her foe then melting back to the canvas under the Latina heat. Soledad remains in her cover for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Standing Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=dof8ex_xWik ) @ 00:25
Avery manages to ease a shoulder off the canvas. Good thing because Kat and Chrissy are just now making it their station, Chrissy pushing the battered Kat up to the apron to fulfil her role of cavalry.
Apparently deciding if splashing Avery from the mat gets her a two, doing so from the top buckle will get her the three-count, Soledad heads up the nearest set and tuns to bring her would-be recipient into view, the splayed Baby Boss drawing deep breaths, unaware of what is about to befall her.
La Hurrican lifts off from her perch. At the height of her skyscraping leap, the Monterrey native pulls into a tight tuck then expands outward, getting Froggie on the curvy brunette with plans to blast the remaining fight out of her foe. But Christian has other ideas, rolling out of range at the last second, leaving Soledad to crash and burn into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sanchez curls into a fetal ball after the destructive impact, hugging her midriff as if she’s holding internal organs in place, her face etched in breathless pain. No more than a couple feet away, Avery’s in no condition to take advantage, but a bellowing Christy makes sure she has a ready replacement and Christian crawls to her corner, tagging in the recovered Braddock.
The prowling Kat takes the direct approach on the rising Soledad, revving to full speed and SPEARING THE LUCHA THROUGH with a de-cleating tackle that buries Sanchez back into the “turf”.
Kat presses her fireplug frame atop the wispier Monterrey aerialist, hooking a leg for insurance to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad kicks her way free, sending the blonde up her haunches from the force of the escape. A furious Brat slaps the taste from Soledad’s mouth, the echoing strike drawing an ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd and a reddening face from the still gasping Sanchez.
Knowing the best way to deal with the speed demons from south of the border is slowing them down, Kat pushes to her feet, gathers up Soledad’s left ankle in her hands and places a boot on the right. Instantly Soledad rises to a seated position, waving her palms plaintively at the Cali Quake. La Hurrican should know better and Kat only smirks as she drops to her side with the left leg in tow, forcing a vile set of splits from Sanchez with her Wishbone Drop.
As Braddock hits the canvas and releases, Soledad howls in anguish, her legs snapping shut, hands delving between her slender thighs, La Hurrican’s groin muscles stretched to the snapping point. A teary-eyed Sanchez rocks from side to side, trying to rise and move toward the outstretched arm of her plucky partner but the searing pain only allows her to ‘walk’ on her palms, dragging her legs behind her.
It’s no way to beat the blonde to the Caliente corner and a chuckling Kat cuts off the exit easily. Braddock sprints into a running hip check of Soledad’s face, sending Sanchez crashing back to horizontal, the brunette staring glassy-eyed at the rafters.
The Brat isn’t about to let the veteran take a rest. Having pushed to her feet, Kat collects the aching Sanchez and tugs the Mexican to her feet, heaving her into the buckles of a neutral corner. The curvy blonde bully presses her in deep, spinning Soledad’s noggin with a couple nasty forearm shivers.
With Sanchez ‘sedated’, Braddock dips into her mentor’s bag of tricks. The Cali Quake hauls one of Soledad’s legs off the canvas and tucks the pit of her knee over a middle cable. Despite, Sanchez’s best efforts to wriggle free, Braddock does the same with her other lower limb, setting up La Hurrican for a shattered dream. But those familiar with Chrissy’s storied career know there’s a brutal tweak coming as Kat jogs to the opposite corner, turns and sprints toward her victim.
Racing in at full speed, the vertically-challenged Kat loses nothing in impact from her short stature, the fireplug putting PLENTY into a dropkick to Soledad’s spread crotch, Daniel’s signature Sand Blaster used to traumatic effect. The blow sends Soledad tumbling out of the corner, landing with a meaty thump, then curling into a shell, her body collapsing around her throbbing center.
Instead of breaking the shell and going for the pin, Kat sinks her claws into the scalp of Sanchez and tugs the limping Soledad to her feet. Braddock dips and scoops La Hurrican across her chest and swings her wide, showing off the power packed into her short, sturdy frame, then thrusting her foe down across bended knee with her Braddock Breaker.
Braddock Breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) @ 00:30
Soledad’s spine is cracked across the bony ball, Kat shoving the broken Mexican off and diving atop her in a crossbody pin, The Brat hooking both legs to make sure of the victory at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanchez inches a shoulder off in the nick, Castle emphasizing the ‘TWO’ so there’s no doubt what he’s seen. Each of the Quakes aren’t as sure, Chrissy, Avery and Kat all complaining bitterly Braddock should have had the pinfall.
Kat recovers her focus and reaches down to collect Soledad by her long dark locks, but Sanchez springs to life and latches onto a wrist. She tugs and trips Braddock to the deck, rolling Kat into a small package for the pin and win in…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock explodes out of the cradle, shock and concern on her face. This time Castle’s two raised fingers are good news.
Snarling, Kat turns back to Sanchez and finds La Hurrican hasn’t completely broken her old, bad habits. Soledad swings a forearm up between Kat’s thighs, PLOWING it into Braddock’s undercarriage. Kat’s dark eyes BULGE wide as her knees knock together, the blonde frozen in place.
Avery sputters in disbelief, not used to seeing her team on the receiving end of such an attack, while Chrissy lets Castle have an earful. In such a state are the Quakes, they don’t notice a limping Sanchez dive to her partner and tickle Lil So-So’s fingers.
Soto pops to the top buckle and immediately launches toward the turned Braddock. Leading with her right knee, the cap thumps into the back of the Brat’s skull and Soshana ‘rides’ Kat down to a brutal curbstomp-like landing, drawing a reflexive, sympathetic groan from the crowd.
With Chrissy and Avery still barking in Nick’s ear about Soledad’s low blow, Soshana plucks the ragdolled Kat off the deck and slips an arm through the limp legs of the blasted Brat.
She ‘hups’ the blonde across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and just as quickly launches her off. The dazed Kat drops down Soto’s front, but only so far as she reaches Lil So-So’s raised right knee, the bony joint CRASHING between the glazed eyes of Braddock, sending Kat whiplashing to a broken starfish on the mat, The Brat knocked cold before she hits the canvas with Soto’s Flashbang.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss )
The firecracker from La Paz dives on Braddock, cradling both of Kat’s tanned stems so she’s in a tight, little ball for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
The FAWNatics roar to their feet and only then does Avery and Chrissy seem to understand what’s happened. There was no kickout by their fellow Quake, Kat’s lights turned out by Soshana’s Flashbang so fully when Soto releases her foe’s legs, Braddock stretches out into a spreadeagle, still unmoving.
A delirious Soshana leaps to her feet and meets an entering Soledad, Muy Caliente embracing then heading for the exit when a furious Avery and Chrissy fly through the ropes, looking to make mayhem after the ‘inconceivable’ loss.
Soshana slaps hands with the fans while a less than apologetic Soledad balls her fists and rubs them under her eyes, mocking the Quakes for crying about her underhanded technique.
“Lo siento no lo siento,” she shouts at the redfaced Cali girls as the ring announcer makes the decision official.
“Your winners…Soshana Soto, Soledad Sanchez…MUY CALIENTE!”
As their music hits, the Mexicans party their way to the back, while a stewing Daniel watches every step with menace in her eyes. Avery finally thinks to check on her stirring partner, Kat slowly emerging from her coma to discover Lil So-So put her there for the three.
Eyes wide, she pounds the canvas with both fists, a tantrum on full display, Braddock demanding retribution but finding nothing but extremely sour grapes.
It’s no surprise the Baby Boss makes sure retribution for the display of defiance would be quick to come and the Red, White and Bruised crowd roars back to life when the spicy Soto and Sanchez salsa to center stage to the former’s accompaniment.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
SOSHANA SOTO
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
Soto’s attire is a purple sports bra top with gold trim. Her bottoms are the same color as the top with flaps covering the back also with a gold trim. On her right arm is a gold sleeve with the purple and white streamers running from her wrist to mid bicep. She finishes her togs with black knee pads, a pair of gold colored boots and kick pads with purple trim.
Beside her is the former La Hurrican and now reformed Soledad, having found respectful common cause with her fellow chicas. Sanchez no longer sports her once familiar leopard print two piece, instead transforming her two pieces into the striking red, white and green of her home country, multi-hued boots and pads included.
The young women shake their hips in a brief celebration of togetherness then trot down the aisle slapping each and every hand, the FAWNatics still trying to wrap their head around Soledad’s delight in interacting with the crowd.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives with the fans, while Sanchez completes the lap as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’.
Finally, Soto bounds up the ring steps, wipes her boots on the apron, and moves to the center of the ropes. She sits on the middle and pushes up the top, making for an easy entry for her former foe and newfound friend. After the former La Hurrican makes landfall inside the ring, Soto, still on the outside when she releases the cables, grabs the top strand and leaps over. Lil’ So-So pulls her knees up to her chest as she passes over the top rope sideways then uncoils and lands perfectly in the ring.
The diminutive firecracker performs a front hand spring and comes up in the middle of the ring arms extended to the side. She and her Muy Caliente cohort turn to all sides of the ring, basking in their support and returning the same to the fans.
The ring announcer makes his play as the music fades.
“Our next match is one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from La Paz Mexico…she stands 5’1” and weighs in tonight at 112 pounds… Pequeno Dimamita… Soshana Soto! And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, she stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
Intrigued, to say the least, the throngs cheer enthusiastically as the new duo settle in their corner, eager to see if Lil’ So-So and her transformed counterpart can work together in a full-blown battle with the curvy California Quakes.
With the crowd buzzing in anticipation at the arrival of the Latina’s fulsome foes, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tears through the air.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ ) erupts through the speakers and a barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the illumination fades, not just one or even two Quakes are present, but a triumvirate, the Killer Imp accompanying her protégés. The three-time former World Champion Chrissy Daniel, stands between her double barreled Gen Z firepower, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of blonde Kat and brunette Avery.
KAT BRADDOCK
AVERY CHRISTIAN
CHRISSY DANIEL
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock has already caught the imagination and ire of most, while Christian’s legacy and the front office backing from Mom makes Avery a force in her own right.
With a future HOFer guiding them on the outside, it’s immediately clear why all look confident as can be and the crowd’s hatred is muted by worry for Muy Caliente, particularly when Sofia is absent.
Together the Quakes stride down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
The Imp wears a shiny leather top, somewhere between silver and black, tight black denim below with similarly dark boots, a savage wardrobe for the manager on the go.
On her right, the busty blonde youngster reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Christian wears a white one piece with a neckline that doesn’t so much plunge as it dives, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rise over her shoulder and crisscross her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots are all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The ash blonde’s hips swivel with every self-assured step and the newbies match her swish for swish.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, the women reach the ring and Daniel leads the way up the ring steps, waiting outside the corner post as Kat and Avery move past her in opposite directions, each then slipping through the strands, occupying the corner farthest from the lovely Latinas.
With VanHalen receding, the announcer marks the arrival of team two.
“And their opponents, accompanied by the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California and fighting out of Santa Monica, California respectively, weighing in at a combined 248 pounds; The Brat…Kat Braddock. The Baby Boss…Avery Christian. They are the California Quakes.”
Chrissy gives each curvy fireplug a pat on the shoulder, whispering a final set of instructions in their ears. Each nods and Avery takes a spot beside her manager before Daniel drops to the floor at Nick Castle’s urging.
Now alone within the confines, Kat turns her attention to her foes, watching intently as it becomes clear she’ll start with Lil So-So, a grin of utter arrogance emerging as she sees the dangerous veteran leave and a patsy remain.
The former La Hurrican steps through the strands and the bell rings sending the California Quakes and Muy Caliente into a tag team battle in their growing war. Blonde and brunette are both vertically challenged but the fuller frame of The Brat shows she has the strength advantage when the combatants come together in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Quickly, she backs Soto, pressing her into a neutral corner, Lil So-So’s spine against the buckles.
The Mexican raises her hands and Kat does likewise with a shit-eating grin, the crowd expecting shenanigans but Braddock backs away cleanly to the middle of the ring, motioning Soto forward to join her. The FAWNatics give the blonde a cautious round of applause for her fair play.
Soshana can’t contain a slight grin in return and she strides cautious to Kat when the curvy Quake breaks into a sprint toward her. Soto slickly collapses to the canvas on her side and laces her legs around an ankle of the charging Braddock. Kat flops forward from the drop toe hold, her forehead CRASHING into the bottom buckle.
Kipping to her feet excitedly, Lil So-So races to the opposite buckles as a dazed Kat spins off her chest and uses the ropes, now behind her, to pull to her feet. But it’s only in time to be SPLASHED by a tiny Mexican invasion, Soto having stormed across the ring like a precocious baby bull, burying the busty blonde before bouncing off and away, watching as Kat’s abbreviated legs fail her and she plops to her backside, tanned stems extended in front of her.
Soshana backs to her previous starting point, a delighted Soledad egging on the fans. They roar to life as the diminutive dynamite raises her arms high and wide before taking off in another sprint toward her flaxen haired target. From a few feet out, Soto launches, little legs extended, and RAMS her derriere into the abundant chest of her rival. Soshana grabs the middle ropes on either side and THUMPS her undercarriage into the bosom then neck then chin of the blonde as Kat soaks in the Bronco Buster and begins sliding closer to horizontal with each of Lil So-So’s ten thrusts, the crowd counting along.
As Soto dismounts and hops animatedly around the ring, Soledad calls out to her partner and the rookie scurries over to make a tag with the veteran while a flabbergasted Kat manages to rise and lean into the buckles on rubbery legs. As Sanchez enters, Soto is instructed to remain in the squared circle and the former La Hurrican grabs her partner by a wrist.
Soledad flings her little missile toward the dazed Quake and AGAIN Lil So-So gets big, burying Kat under another wave of ‘South of the Border’ passion. But this time Sanchez brings in another wave behind, CRUSHING Kat under a double decker of Mexican mass, Lil So-So taking a sandwich for the team.
Showing the effects, she drops to her side and rolls out under the ropes instead of trying to exit in the normal manner. Sanchez presses a forearm into Kat’s mush, pushing the Brat’s head to the side and lifting a knee into the plush tummy of Chrissy’s protégé. Kat doubles, folding over the invading knee. But she gets straightened when a series of jabs and hooks slam into her gurls before a nasty uppercut finds the underside of Braddock’s chin, Soledad’s Storm Flurry battering the sagging Kat, Braddock wilting under the heat of Muy Caliente.
The ref’s count finally forces Sanchez to pull her target out of the corner. She shoves the wobbling Braddock past and quickly climbs the corner, turning to face Braddock who drunkenly stumbles through a u-turn. The blasted blonde is unaware as Soledad launches from her perch and delivers a double axhandle from the top that THUMPS into Kat’s forehead, sending her rocketing to the deck, ending in a bewildered starfish at Soledad’s feet.
Instead of going for the pin, the veteran lucha boots Kat in her right set of ribs, convincing Braddock to roll to her chest. Sanchez drops to a forward-facing crouch over the Quake, capturing Kat’s left arm in a hammerlock then somersaulting forward into a beautiful bridge with the hammer still in place, putting added pressure on the limb in artistic fashion.
From the outside, a chant of ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ emerges, but Daniel poo-poos the efforts, assuring the crowd no Cali Quake would ever give into their ‘south of the border’ rivals. The battered Kat bites her lower lip and shakes her head when the offer comes from the man in stripes and, after wringing as much out of the hold as she can, Soledad releases and scrambles to her feet.
Braddock cradles her injured wing close as she makes it to a seated position and butt-scoots her way to the cables. She stretches her ’good’ arm outward, begging off as Sanchez approaches. Soledad smirks in response.
“Gringa. I’ve been around too long,” the veteran addition to Caliente scoffs. “Get your pasty ass up.”
A snarling Kat struggles up with the help of the cables and tries sliding down the ropes to tag her partner into the match for the first time but Sanchez cuts her off and forces the curvy Quake to take the middle ground of the ring. Braddock shakes out her aching arm and motions Soledad forward. The Monterrey native doesn’t hesitate, clasping the blonde in a collar-and-elbow that Braddock turns into a tight side headlock.
Soledad’s hands float down to Braddock’s hips and she heaves The Brat off, Kat using the momentum to race to the ropes and return at full speed, but Sanchez leapfrogs over the charging blonde and sends Kat down to one knee with a spin kick to the Braddock’s plush tummy on her second rebound from the cables.
A frustrated Avery fumes in silence while Chrissy sputters in forced enthusiasm for the faltering Brat, neither pleased when Soledad continues to dominate with her signature Hurricane Kick, a step-up enziguri that leaves Kat a ragged mess on the canvas.
Hurricane Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9O_gT7FB6M )
Soledad kips to her feet and turns to the Quake corner. She sambas through a 360, driving both Daniel and Christian to distraction, then hustles to the Caliente corner where she turns over the keys to the energetic Soto, Lil So-So already climbing to the top when she’s tagged on her boot top.
Soto launches from the heights in acrobatic fashion, zooming through an airborne front flip, the 450 splash landing across Kat’s KNEES. Braddock gets the pointy caps raised and she guts the tawny tummy of Caliente’s ball of energy. Lil So-So rolls away from the disastrous impact, moaning and hugging her midriff while a dilapidated Braddock rolls to all fours and slowly crawls toward the demanding Baby Boss.
With Soshana still on the canvas, trying to regain her breath as her abs unknot, The Brat dives for her partner’s hand and it’s the curvy brunette into battle for the first time, striding confidently toward a rising Soto and immediately adding to her foe’s ab-related woes with a toe kick to the flat belly of the risen Mexican grappler.
With the dipped head of Lil So-So available, Avery wraps her arms around Soto’s noggin and wrenches her foe with a neckvise. Though the Baby Boss doesn’t have the height of her infamous mother/commissioner, she’s got plenty of strength to spread around her vertically challenged frame. She has Soshana groaning as it appears the curvy brunette is working at twisting Lil So-So’s head off her body.
Avery shifts her grip slightly, moving it to a front facelock on the doubled Mexican. Christian slips her head under a draping arm of the tawny-skinned grappler and buggywhips her to the deck with a snap swinging neckbreaker.
Snap Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ )
Avery scrambles to a lateral press on the stunned Soto, hooking both legs and folding her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soshana’s diminutive frame spasms, shifting Soto’s shoulders off the deck as she spills to her side. Avery, pushed to all fours by the escape, hovers over the aching Lil So-So, stifling her anger though not entirely.
She gives the official a look of disdain then snatches Soshana by the braincase, pulling Pequeno Dinamita to wobbly feet.
“I don’t know how you thought getting Quaked would be a good idea for your sad little career,” Avery informs. “But you’re about find out its lasting effects.”
Christian wraps an arm around the back of Soto’s neck, grabbing a handful of Lil So-So’s purple gear at the opposite hip. Showing what she can do to her fellow lightweights, the Baby Boss pops her hips and launches Soto heavenward, Soshana’s boot soles pointed to the rafters. Then over she goes, the Mexican landing on her feet, looking for a moment like she has a getaway planned. But Avery still has a grip over her left shoulder and she lays out, Soto CRASHING to the deck at the hands of the brunette’s Suplex Lift Neckbreaker.
Suplex Lift Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtoU1lDSbfc )
Avery rises to a seated position, smirking as she looks out on the crowd and casts a glance toward her blonde teammate. Kat offers a golf clap, playing with the FAWNatics, while Chrissy is more direct, shouting out “Stay on her”.
Christian twists behind a rising Soto, catching her foe as Lil So-So makes it to her backside. Avery snakes her arms around the head and neck of Muy Calente’s Little Dynamite. Obviously looking to snuff the fuse, Christian’s limbs tighten around temples and jugular, cutting off the blood supply to Soshana’s gray matter with a sleeper hold.
Kneeling, Avery leans her sturdy frame into the slighter Soto, forcing Lil So-So to carry much of her mass even as Christian works her submission. The Mexican’s arms flail wildly, her dark eyes shooting from side to side. But as the seconds pile up, her lids begin to flutter above them.
From the sidelines, La Hurrican pleads with Soto to fight out of the predicament and Soto responds, pushing her back against Avery’s body and using it to reach vertical, the Baby Boss maintaining her consciousness-draining grip even as her foe gets off the deck and surreptitiously wraps her arms around the crown of Avery’s skull.
Soto immediately drops to the deck, sitting out and BLASTING a jawbreaker into Christian’s mandible. Avery staggers away massaging and flexing her jaw, cursing under her breath as she arcs through a half-circle that brings her back toward a risen Soto. Soshana takes the low road, not in any illegal way of course, the fresh-faced beauty scurrying between Avery’s stance on hands and knees before popping to her feet and diving to a tag of Soledad.
Hurricane warnings are up for Orlando as Sanchez leaps over the rubber-coated steel strands and hops into a perfect dropkick to Christian’s bountiful chest. To her credit, Avery remains upright, spinning away from the attack and coming back for more. And more is what she gets as Soledad lifts her sights with the next dropkick, her boot soles THUMPING into Avery’s chin and dropping her like a ton of lead.
Christian struggles up to rubbery legs and stumbles to a neutral corner, arms draped over the top ropes on either side. Soledad’s quick to join her foe, racing in and lifting off, planting a boot to the side of Christian’s skull with her Storm Surge enziguri.
Storm Surge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyxIKBCMWk4 )
Avery slumps deeper into the corner, easy pickings for the rampaging lucha to scoop the busty brunette off her feet and place her on a seat atop the uppermost buckle. Sanchez, true to her south of the border roots, climbs to the middle ropes, tugs the brunette up to join her, and captures the squirming Christian in a pair of underhooks. As the crowd cheers her on, a response Soledad is unaccustomed to during most of her checkered career, Sanchez vaults Avery up and over her shoulder, suplexing the Baby Boss from her perch, all the way to the canvas below, Avery only skidding to a stop when she reaches the middle of the ring.
Avalanche Double Underhook Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-j49q5yI0g )
Avery’s left a spread-eagled ragdoll, semiconscious next to a grimacing Soledad, Sanchez reaching for her lower spine, the impact also affecting her. La Hurrican pivots and dives atop the splayed Christian in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The busty brunette shoves a shoulder up, flopping to her side as both the Imp and the Brat demand in no uncertain terms she make it to the Quake corner and save the match from a white-hot Muy Caliente.
Soledad kips to her feet and stands next to the softly stirring Christian. Her back to Avery, Soledad leaps into a back flip with a twist, the corkscrew splash landing flush across the plunging neckline of the Baby Boss. Avery jackknifes in anguish from the crushing splash of La Hurrican. The veteran passes on a pin however, instead hopping to her feet and hustling to the Caliente corner where Soto is already on her way up.
Sanchez taps the toe tips of the locked and loaded Little Dynamite. Soshana is off like a spinning rocket, soaring and revolving through 360 degrees then an extra 90 to come CRASHING down across the tummy of the deflated and demolished Avery.
Lil So-So bounces off the flattened Christian but quickly claims her prize. Moving to Avery’s legs, she folds her foe up in a matchbook, leaning atop the hammies and calves of the blown up Baby Boss for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Kat, sensing the fight’s been blasted out of her partner, saves the Quakes, diving into a double axhandle of Lil So-So that breaks the count of the striped shirt.
As Avery weakly rolls toward the ropes, Kat and Soshana wade into each other, little fists flying. After a half-dozen successful landings, it’s Soto able to finally block a volley and respond with a second straight balled fist. Then another block and a third in a row. Another and a fourth. Kat’s arms are at her sides, Soto letting lose on the buxom bite-sized blonde. Braddock gives ground until a final uppercut to the chin sends The Brat pinwheeling through a back flip over the cables, the Cali girl bouncing off the apron and ending splattered on the floor below, not far from where Avery drops to the cement, Chrissy quickly providing cover for her reeling proteges.
Soledad slips around from the side, but she doesn’t escape Chrissy’s veteran gaze. The Killer Imp motions for Sanchez to bring it on as La Hurican lowers into a crouch, ready to charge. But it’s all a feint as Soshana’s rebounded off the far ropes for added momentum and skies between the top and middle ropes, SLAMMING into the Killer Imp with a suicide dive that barrels the three-time World Champion into the blonde and brunette behind her. Pequeno Dinamita explodes on the three Quakes, knocking all three fireplugs to the floor like a set of busty bowling pins.
Still on her feet, Lil So-So pumps her fist at the roaring crowd as she hovers over the splayed threesome and the FAWNatics reward her with a standing ovation, Muy Caliente en fuego.
She plucks Avery from the wreckage and spins into a heave of the busty brunette under the ropes, Christian rolling to a stop several steps in. Soto and Sanchez each climbs the ring steps. Soshana steps through and turns to tag La Hurrican. And while Soledad enters, the perky Lil So So remains.
Both women move to the reeling Baby Boss and, as Avery reaches her knees, they snatch opposite wrists, pulling Christian to her feet. As a threesome, Christian little say in the matter, they reverse field and bump into the ropes behind them. Muy Caliente heaves Avery on her way across the canvas and meet the returning brunette mid-ring. Soshana NAILS Avery with a spin kick to the tummy that doubles over the Baby Boss with a burst of breath and Soledad follows with a teeth-rattling European uppercut.
Avery’s arms pinwheel to keep herself upright, which is fine by the Mexican grapplers. With Lil So-So behind and Soledad in front of their target, both spin into action. Soto pirouettes into a low-level sweep kick, cracking in behind Avery’s ankles, while simultaneously, Soledad twirls into a leg lariat across Christian’s collarbone. The two kicks together send the back of Avery’s skull careening into the canvas with violent force.
On her back, Avery cradles her head, her boots soles pattering against the canvas from the forceful double-team. And while the crowd heartily enjoys the two-on-one, Nick Castle does not. He points the way for Soshana’s departure while Sanchez shows off her total lack of a need for turnbuckles when it comes to aerial maneuvers. Standing next to the splayed Christian, Soledad backflips into a atanding Shooting Star Press that CRUSHES Avery beneath, the Baby Boss jackknifing under her foe then melting back to the canvas under the Latina heat. Soledad remains in her cover for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Standing Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=dof8ex_xWik ) @ 00:25
Avery manages to ease a shoulder off the canvas. Good thing because Kat and Chrissy are just now making it their station, Chrissy pushing the battered Kat up to the apron to fulfil her role of cavalry.
Apparently deciding if splashing Avery from the mat gets her a two, doing so from the top buckle will get her the three-count, Soledad heads up the nearest set and tuns to bring her would-be recipient into view, the splayed Baby Boss drawing deep breaths, unaware of what is about to befall her.
La Hurrican lifts off from her perch. At the height of her skyscraping leap, the Monterrey native pulls into a tight tuck then expands outward, getting Froggie on the curvy brunette with plans to blast the remaining fight out of her foe. But Christian has other ideas, rolling out of range at the last second, leaving Soledad to crash and burn into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Sanchez curls into a fetal ball after the destructive impact, hugging her midriff as if she’s holding internal organs in place, her face etched in breathless pain. No more than a couple feet away, Avery’s in no condition to take advantage, but a bellowing Christy makes sure she has a ready replacement and Christian crawls to her corner, tagging in the recovered Braddock.
The prowling Kat takes the direct approach on the rising Soledad, revving to full speed and SPEARING THE LUCHA THROUGH with a de-cleating tackle that buries Sanchez back into the “turf”.
Kat presses her fireplug frame atop the wispier Monterrey aerialist, hooking a leg for insurance to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
Soledad kicks her way free, sending the blonde up her haunches from the force of the escape. A furious Brat slaps the taste from Soledad’s mouth, the echoing strike drawing an ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd and a reddening face from the still gasping Sanchez.
Knowing the best way to deal with the speed demons from south of the border is slowing them down, Kat pushes to her feet, gathers up Soledad’s left ankle in her hands and places a boot on the right. Instantly Soledad rises to a seated position, waving her palms plaintively at the Cali Quake. La Hurrican should know better and Kat only smirks as she drops to her side with the left leg in tow, forcing a vile set of splits from Sanchez with her Wishbone Drop.
As Braddock hits the canvas and releases, Soledad howls in anguish, her legs snapping shut, hands delving between her slender thighs, La Hurrican’s groin muscles stretched to the snapping point. A teary-eyed Sanchez rocks from side to side, trying to rise and move toward the outstretched arm of her plucky partner but the searing pain only allows her to ‘walk’ on her palms, dragging her legs behind her.
It’s no way to beat the blonde to the Caliente corner and a chuckling Kat cuts off the exit easily. Braddock sprints into a running hip check of Soledad’s face, sending Sanchez crashing back to horizontal, the brunette staring glassy-eyed at the rafters.
The Brat isn’t about to let the veteran take a rest. Having pushed to her feet, Kat collects the aching Sanchez and tugs the Mexican to her feet, heaving her into the buckles of a neutral corner. The curvy blonde bully presses her in deep, spinning Soledad’s noggin with a couple nasty forearm shivers.
With Sanchez ‘sedated’, Braddock dips into her mentor’s bag of tricks. The Cali Quake hauls one of Soledad’s legs off the canvas and tucks the pit of her knee over a middle cable. Despite, Sanchez’s best efforts to wriggle free, Braddock does the same with her other lower limb, setting up La Hurrican for a shattered dream. But those familiar with Chrissy’s storied career know there’s a brutal tweak coming as Kat jogs to the opposite corner, turns and sprints toward her victim.
Racing in at full speed, the vertically-challenged Kat loses nothing in impact from her short stature, the fireplug putting PLENTY into a dropkick to Soledad’s spread crotch, Daniel’s signature Sand Blaster used to traumatic effect. The blow sends Soledad tumbling out of the corner, landing with a meaty thump, then curling into a shell, her body collapsing around her throbbing center.
Instead of breaking the shell and going for the pin, Kat sinks her claws into the scalp of Sanchez and tugs the limping Soledad to her feet. Braddock dips and scoops La Hurrican across her chest and swings her wide, showing off the power packed into her short, sturdy frame, then thrusting her foe down across bended knee with her Braddock Breaker.
Braddock Breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) @ 00:30
Soledad’s spine is cracked across the bony ball, Kat shoving the broken Mexican off and diving atop her in a crossbody pin, The Brat hooking both legs to make sure of the victory at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Sanchez inches a shoulder off in the nick, Castle emphasizing the ‘TWO’ so there’s no doubt what he’s seen. Each of the Quakes aren’t as sure, Chrissy, Avery and Kat all complaining bitterly Braddock should have had the pinfall.
Kat recovers her focus and reaches down to collect Soledad by her long dark locks, but Sanchez springs to life and latches onto a wrist. She tugs and trips Braddock to the deck, rolling Kat into a small package for the pin and win in…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock explodes out of the cradle, shock and concern on her face. This time Castle’s two raised fingers are good news.
Snarling, Kat turns back to Sanchez and finds La Hurrican hasn’t completely broken her old, bad habits. Soledad swings a forearm up between Kat’s thighs, PLOWING it into Braddock’s undercarriage. Kat’s dark eyes BULGE wide as her knees knock together, the blonde frozen in place.
Avery sputters in disbelief, not used to seeing her team on the receiving end of such an attack, while Chrissy lets Castle have an earful. In such a state are the Quakes, they don’t notice a limping Sanchez dive to her partner and tickle Lil So-So’s fingers.
Soto pops to the top buckle and immediately launches toward the turned Braddock. Leading with her right knee, the cap thumps into the back of the Brat’s skull and Soshana ‘rides’ Kat down to a brutal curbstomp-like landing, drawing a reflexive, sympathetic groan from the crowd.
With Chrissy and Avery still barking in Nick’s ear about Soledad’s low blow, Soshana plucks the ragdolled Kat off the deck and slips an arm through the limp legs of the blasted Brat.
She ‘hups’ the blonde across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and just as quickly launches her off. The dazed Kat drops down Soto’s front, but only so far as she reaches Lil So-So’s raised right knee, the bony joint CRASHING between the glazed eyes of Braddock, sending Kat whiplashing to a broken starfish on the mat, The Brat knocked cold before she hits the canvas with Soto’s Flashbang.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss )
The firecracker from La Paz dives on Braddock, cradling both of Kat’s tanned stems so she’s in a tight, little ball for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
The FAWNatics roar to their feet and only then does Avery and Chrissy seem to understand what’s happened. There was no kickout by their fellow Quake, Kat’s lights turned out by Soshana’s Flashbang so fully when Soto releases her foe’s legs, Braddock stretches out into a spreadeagle, still unmoving.
A delirious Soshana leaps to her feet and meets an entering Soledad, Muy Caliente embracing then heading for the exit when a furious Avery and Chrissy fly through the ropes, looking to make mayhem after the ‘inconceivable’ loss.
Soshana slaps hands with the fans while a less than apologetic Soledad balls her fists and rubs them under her eyes, mocking the Quakes for crying about her underhanded technique.
“Lo siento no lo siento,” she shouts at the redfaced Cali girls as the ring announcer makes the decision official.
“Your winners…Soshana Soto, Soledad Sanchez…MUY CALIENTE!”
As their music hits, the Mexicans party their way to the back, while a stewing Daniel watches every step with menace in her eyes. Avery finally thinks to check on her stirring partner, Kat slowly emerging from her coma to discover Lil So-So put her there for the three.
Eyes wide, she pounds the canvas with both fists, a tantrum on full display, Braddock demanding retribution but finding nothing but extremely sour grapes.