Post by dsb on Oct 22, 2019 5:14:05 GMT
The crowd is on the edge of their collective seat, ready to continue the Mania Madness and tonight’s next match would be the crescendo of a summer-long tussle of next generation factions.
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 scored their revenge with a tag victory, Soshana and Soledad upending Kat and Avery.
There’s only one way to break the tie and that’s on FAWN’s grandest stage, bringing all the troops to the battlefield in a 3-on-3 tag tilt to crown the victors of this border battle.
The FAWNatics roar with excitement as the accompaniment of Muy Caliente brings the sellout crowd to its feet and to their own personal dance floors, most shifting their hips in time with the music.
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As the south of the border stars push through the curtains and skip their way to center stage, the caravan of fans grows louder still, the three Latina lovelies having won over the multitudes. Signs aplenty are scattered throughout and Soto, Sanchez and Garcia point and pump fists to their fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
MUY CALIENTE:
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban firecracker waves her hands then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto. Lil So-So’s garbed in purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, 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 Sanchez, the veteran 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 women finish their march to the ring, clearly enjoying every second of their blossoming importance, knowing how many women on the roster would love to have a chance to shine on the biggest platform of them all.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives, while Garcia completes the lap in the opposite direction as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’. La Hurrican blows straight into the ring, hopping to the apron then using the top rope to fling herself over. A call from Soledad brings the youngsters back to the task at hand and the battlefield where the war would be won.
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 newfound friend, Sofia. After the rookie slides into the confines and joins Sanchez, 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 and somersaults to a perfect landing, ending center stage.
The diminutive Mexican leaps into stereo high-fives, slapping one hand of each partner. Muy Caliente takes turns introducing themselves to each side of the arena, arms raised, returning the abundant love from the stands as their music fades and the voice of the ring announcer takes its place.
“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 Dinamita… Soshana Soto! Her partner, from Holquin, Cuba, standing 5’2” and weighing in at 115 pounds…Sofia Garcia. And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, standing 5’ 2” and weighing in tonight at 113 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
The crowd thunders with an enthusiastic ovation, determined to help the Latina Strike Force to victory against the Brat Attack of the despised California Quakes.
Speak of the devilish fireplugs.
With the crowd ready to bury the Quakes in a full 7.5 Richter of hate, the sound of Van Halen’s 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 as a teammate for the first time, adding a future Hall of Famer to the Cali quotient Muy Caliente could not match.
CALIFORNIA QUAKES:
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
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.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock already has the ire of most, quickly following in the Imp’s sizable footsteps in more ways than one.
On the opposite side, Christian’s legacy is obvious enough. Though Avery’s well shorter than her Mama Boss, the brunette’s growing confidence and curvy if short, power-packed frame has the newest Quake on the edge of stardom as well. Bethany’s front office backing seemed to make it all but a sure thing.
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 two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finish the wardrobe.
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 ropes. Daniel waits outside the corner post as Kat and Avery move past her in opposite directions, each slipping through the strands, finally occupying the corner farthest from the lovely Latinas.
With VanHalen receding and her pupils properly situated, Chrissy enters as the announcer marks the arrival of the Golden State ruffians.
“And their opponents, from Manhattan Beach, standing 5’1” and weighing in at 118 pounds, the Killer Imp…Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California, at 5’2” weighing 122 pounds, The Brat…Kat Braddock. And last and certainly not least, fighting out of Santa Monica at 5’3” and 125 pounds…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 the ear of her blonde would-be successor. Daniel places a palm on the sour Avery’s right shoulder and guides the shapely brunette through the ropes, leaving Katrina Braddock, a teenager months removed from the beach fighting tour, in control of leading her team to a FAWNAMANIA victory.
Kat turns her attention to the lovely luchas across the way, watching intently as it becomes clear she’ll again start with Lil So-So; a replay of the tag match Muy Caliente had STOLEN at Slaybor Day Weekend. There is no grin of arrogance at the sight of Soshana this time. Only steely determination to make the last battle the Big One.
With the bell’s ring, Kat strides across the ring with purpose, not wanting the shifty Soto to stay out of reach. With other avenues cut off, Lil So-So throws herself into the fireplug blonde, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow connection. The combatants fight for leverage and it doesn’t take long before Braddock is backing the Mexican toward a neutral corner, stuffing Soshana tight to the buckles.
Nick Castle calls for the break and Kat obliges, lifting her hands high and backing off a step before surging forward and slapping the taste from the little lucha’s lips. Fury fires in the dark eyes of the Latina and she shoves The Brat back, talking a little smack of her own espanol-style.
A smirk creases Braddock’s lips and she steps forward to deliver another bytch slap, but Soshana ducks underneath. Soto and Braddock spin to face each other, but it’s Muy Caliente’s speed demon who’s ready to fire first, THWAPPING a backhanded chop to Kat’s chest, sending Braddock reeling into the corner. Soto unleashes with a second, third, fourth and fifth, lighting up Chrissy’s protégé.
As the welt line grows bright red, Soshana snatches a wrist of Braddock’s and sends Kat racing across the canvas. The Cali girl spins into a back-first collision with the far buckles and stumbles out a step or two before EATING a running European Uppercut flush under her chin. The impact sends her crashing back into the corner before her abbreviated stems give out and the blonde takes an early seat, leaning into the corner behind her, legs extended.
With Muy Caliente and the entire Mania crowd cheering her on, Soto turns and sprints to the opposite buckles, taps the top and spins to sprint at her target. Halfway across, it seems evident Soshana is ready to bust a little blonde bronco, but The Brat has other ideas, Kat with enough of her senses still in place to yank herself out under the ropes, boot soles landing on the floor.
She staggers to keep her feet, as Lil So-So alters her path. Taking off for the ropes distant from Braddock, she hightails it through a u-turn and flies between the top and middle ropes, snatching Kat’s head in a front facelock as she hits her target and whipping the Quake through a tornado DDT onto the thinly padded cement. Braddock skids to a stop in a motionless starfish, her Mania moment blowing up as quickly as it had started.
Soto leaps to her feet, pumping her fist at the roaring crowd, not realizing the Baby Boss has turned a corner and charges her from behind, NAILING Lil So-So with a double axhandle from behind. The Latina is flattened to the floor, inches from the remnants of The Brat.
Unsurprisingly, Muy Caliente isn’t going to take Soto lying down lying down, Sofia and Soledad racing to her defense. The Killer Imp, seeing this, isn’t afraid to throw down in a Pier Six brawl and Castle’s lost control as Daniel and Christian give as well as they take against Garcia and Sanchez. The FAWNatics love every second of the fracas. Castle does not. He starts his count.
Soshana, having picked herself up as the melee heads down the length of the ring, Muy Caliente gaining the upper hand, grabs a wrist and shoulder of Braddock’s left arm, hauls the blonde to rubbery legs and heaves her back in the squared circle, Kat rolling in under the bottom rope.
Soto hops to apron and starts to slide through when a risen Braddock finds the wherewithal to NAIL the entering Soshana with a knee to the noggin. The Brat helps Soto in the rest of the way and immediately heaves her foe to the opposite cables. Lil So-So rebounds at full speed and is met with a gutbusting GORE GORE GORE from the curvy Quake, Kat SPEARING the holy hell out of little Latina.
Lil So-So is folded around the invading shoulder and PLANTED into the canvas with extreme prejudice. The distracted Castle turns to find Kat atop Soto in a cross body, the Cali Quake still not of her entire set of faculties failing to hook a leg. The opening is used when Soto kicks her way out at TWO! The near fall brings the rest of Muy Caliente back to their senses, Latina hat cooling enough for Sofia and Soledad to peel themselves away from the Quakes and head back to their stations.
Inside, the saving shove sends Braddock to her back and the women lie next to each other, staring into the rafters, composing themselves after an electric start. Taking up the cause to get Lil So-So on her feet, the crowd begins a rhythmic clap, following the lead of her teammates.
Slowly, raven-haired Mexican and California blonde push their way up, reaching vertical simultaneously. Kat surges forward, with right arm drawn, trying to remove Soshana’s head from her shoulders with a clothesline. Lil’ So-So ducks under, spins and PLOWS a perfect-placed dropkick into the face of the blonde. Kat’s sent back somersaulting to within a few feet of her corner. On her backside, she reaches for assistance and Soto uses that as her cue to race to the Caliente corner, tagging the extended arm of Garcia.
Sofia enters quickly but not fast enough to prevent a handoff to the Baby Boss. Still, she’s charging like a bull to red to the entering Avery and takes Soto’s lead, PLANTING a dropkick to Christian’s abundant chest, Avery sent backpedaling into the Quake corner. The adrenaline-filled Garcia, humming from the Mania excitement shows her inexperience in going into enemy territory to extract Avery. Before she can pull the bust brunette out, the veteran Daniel latches onto her dark mane and hold Sofia long enough for Christian to deliver a forearm shiver to the Cuban firecracker’s jaw.
With Sofia’s legs giving a shimmy, Chrissy releases her grip, throwing her arms high in mock innocence as Nick’s DQ count ends at “THREE”. Avery continues her assault however. Christian snatches a wrist and collects a tight hammerlock on the Latina beauty. Slipping in front of Garcia, she combines the arm lock with a chest-compressing bearhug, Christian using her strength to lift Sofia to tiptoes and carry her toward center stage. There, she cinches tighter, Garcia’s dark eyes bugging as she struggles to take in air against the tight embrace.
Showing the strength that fills Christian’s vertically-challenged frame, Avery rattles Sofia’s body from side to side, ragdolling the Cuban-American. Having softened up Garcia, the Baby Boss releases and tugs Sofia into a front facelock. Slipping her head under a limp arm of the Latina, Avery buggywhips the rookie to the canvas with a snap swinging neckbreaker that draws an ‘oooh’ from the crowd and leaves Sofia in a lifeless spreadeagle.
Snap Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ )
Avery slides to a lateral press, hooking a leg and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Garcia revives the hopes of her worried partners and the masses with a slight shift of a shoulder, keeping Muy Caliente alive.
Avery, on her haunches next to the dazed Latina, gazes up at Castle and shakes her head.
“Do you know who I am?”
Christian doesn’t wait for an answer.
“I know you do. I’m a one-woman suspension committee for my mother. Keep that in mind.”
Avery returns her attention to Garcia, who’s made it to a seated position. The Baby Boss grabs her foe’s wrists and shoves her knee between Garcia’s shoulderblades, forcing Sofia’s chest thrusting forward while apparently trying to remove the Latina’s arms from her sockets.
“Give it up, rookie,” Avery insists. “You know you don’t have the cajones to keep up with the Quakes.”
Gritting her teeth, Sofia leans into Christian’s impaling knee, ignoring the pain to get her feet under her and start to rise. As she does, the Baby Boss is forced to remove her knee and she shifts her grip from her foe’s wrists to a neckvise on the already aching Garcia. She violently twists the head of Sofia and bears down on the lovely Latina, at least until the firecracker pivots as best she can and sends an elbow into the side of the abundant chest of the dark-haired grappler.
Three in succession loosens the vise enough for Sofia to turn and face her rival and GET A THUMB TO THE EYE from the Commissioner Christian’s little girl. Avery chuckles at Castle’s scolding and clasps a wrist of the yelping Sofia, Garcia rubbing at her orbital socket vigorously. Avery sends Sofia for the ride with an Irish Whip, Garcia SLAMMING back-first into the buckles of a neutral corner.
The Cali Quake takes a moment to enjoy the sight then rumbles toward her target, leaping from a few feet out for a drowning corner splash of the rookie. Thankfully for Garcia, Muy Caliente alert the half-blinded Sofia of the oncoming train and Sofia evacuates in time, pulling herself to the side and leaving the buckles open for a wide-eyed Avery to provide her avalanche of flesh.
The accidental impact sends Christian into a spin and she stumbles toward the middle, quickly joined by a charging Sofia. Depth perception be damned, Garcia manages to latch onto Avery’s braincase and BULLDOG her to the thinly-sheathed plywood, PLOWING her forehead into the canvas. Avery absently flops to her back, leaving the rookie to get a pin and a win in the biggest event of the year with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Christian kicks loose, ending on her side. She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs while Sofia decides it’s time to let the comparatively old hand of Muy Caliente take this one home. Garcia, left eye still watering, pushes to her feet and tags in Soledad, the crowd chanting on time “THERE’S LA HURRICAN COMING!”
Sanchez is a blur through the ropes, needing to cut off a crawling Christian before she reaches the Quake corner and slaps hands with Kat, Chrissy keeping her arms at her sides, apparently planning to be the ultimate weapon when the time comes. Avery reaches neither however as Soledad grabs an ankle and tugs the Baby Boss back to the center.
As she releases, Sanchez heads for the ropes and rebounds toward Avery, the curvy grappler up to one knee when Soledad makes her return, using the raised knee cap as a stage from which to let loose her Hurricane Kick.
Hurricane Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9O_gT7FB6M ) @ 00:09
Avery’s left face down and splayed, an arm twitching but no other movement. Sanchez pulls Christian to her back with a tug on her foe’s wrist but passes on the pin to climb the Caliente corner and show the youngsters a thing or 450. Launching high into the Orlando night, Soledad spins through every single degree and CRUSHES Avery’s gulping abdomen with the lucha-worthy SPLASH.
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=27Gj-VlBcQo )
Avery jackknifes under the impact then fades to horizontal, Sanchez hooking both legs as Castle counts out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
At Chrissy’s insistence, Kat enters and breaks the count before Muy Caliente can pick up their Mania moment, it appearing the Baby Boss would’ve kicked out in time in any case. Having thumped a forearm into the back of Soledad’s skull, Kat draws Sanchez to her feet, ignoring the scolding of Castle. Braddock tries to send Soledad scurrying with an Irish whip but La Hurrican counters and it’s the busty blonde rocketing toward the Caliente corner.
Kat only reaches within ten feet as Lil So-So, already on the top buckle, launches and BLOWS UP Braddock with a perfectly-placed missile dropkick, Kat sent into a violent back somersault from the impact.
Seeing things turning in the wrong direction, Chrissy slips through the cables, but it’s already been accounted for by Garcia. The rookie races at the FAWN original, leaping with legs extended, her tawny thighs clamp around the head of Daniel and she gives Chrissy her first taste of the canvas via a hurricarana that sends the Imp’s head THUMPING into the canvas, Chrissy sliding to a stop.
With all three Quakes down, Muy Caliente meets at the middle for a three-way high-five that brings the crowd to its feet with a ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chant. Castle is less enthused even if it was Kat that broke the seal on illegality. He requests Soto and Garcia depart so he can start to sort the mess and Lil’ So-So escorts Nick to the Caliente corner so she knows the way. Meanwhile Sofia and Soledad, pluck Chrissy off the canvas and bum rush her to the ropes, heaving her over the top.
They move to Kat and Avery and situate the youngsters on their backs, boot soles touching in a straight line. The Latinas join the Quakes in a similar position, perpendicular and seated. Sofia and Soledad latch onto the ankles of the curvy Quakes, lift their legs high, each with one leg of their foes and lay out ROWING A BOAT with the limbs, applying simultabeous leg stretches to blonde and brunette fireplugs alike. The abbreviated lower limbs of Avery and Kat are stretched to the snapping point, groin muscles extended to their limits, the Quakes rising on their backside with each ‘stroke’, grasping at their inner thighs and wailing in pain.
Castle, finally growing wise, turns to find the reason why the FAWNatics are enjoying themselves so thoroughly at the expense of The Brat and Baby Boss. Nick allows a could more painful rows before starting his count. Sofia and Soledad release, Garcia heading for the exit. Both Kat and Avery fold into fetal balls, massaging their thighs at the crease of their crotch.
While Nick tries to roll Kat toward the Quake corner, Sanchez peels Avery out of her compact sphere with a couple stiff boots to the ribs. With Christian sprawled on her back, Soledad decides to show everyone on the house she doesn’t need no stinkin’ turnbuckles. Standing next the starfished Avery, La Hurrican leaps into a backflip above the downed Christian, PLANTING a Standing Shooting Star Press across Avery’s RAISED KNEES.
Christian shows some much needed defense, offering her bony joints instead of her bruised midriff. And it’s Soledad who retches on the canvas, hugging her bronzed tummy as if to keep her internal organs in place. On her back, she rocks from side to side, face pinched in pain, trying to regain her breath. Next to her Avery reaches a seat and surveys. Seeing Chrissy demand entrance, she rises but decides to leave calling card before she departs.
Plucking La Hurrian off the canvas, she maneuvers the veteran into a spine-arching dragon sleeper position. But it’s not a slow trip to slumberland in mind. Instead, Avery lays out and SPIKES the back of Sanchez’s skull into the deck with a reverse DDT. Leaving on her ‘terms’, Avery passes on a pin and walks with a little hitch in her giddy-up to the eager Chrissy, the Killer Imp ready to show to bring her special brand of mayhem to Mania.
Daniel strides to the splayed and plucks her legs off the canvas. She spins Soledad to her chest with as turn of her own, now facing away from the head of Sanchez. Like the accomplished veteran she is, Chrissy folds her foe’s legs and locks them behind her left. The FAWM original falls into a bridge, cupping her laced hands under Soledad’s chin and tugging up ward as she balances on the crown of her skull and tip toes.
Muta Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQoQzwdkT7E ) @ 00:20
Wrenched by the neck, La Hurrican grimaces in pain, fighting the urge to give the victory to the Quakes. She tries to pry Chrissy’s fingers apart but the ash blonde won’t give up her grip. The official asks if the Mexican wants to surrender. She grunts out a stubborn ‘no’ and the refusal is enough to convince Chrissy to release, dropping from her arch.
As quickly as Daniel slides out of one torturous position, she ends atop Soledad with both wrists in her possession. Knees driven into the shoulderblades of Sanchez, the Imp pulls La Hurrican into a surfboard, again trying to pull the ‘quit’ out of the de facto leader of Muy Caliente.
On the sidelines, Lil So-So begins thumping the mat with both palms and the crowd picks it up, trying to push Soledad to survival of the submission. Sanchez bites her lower lip and hold on long enough to frustrate Chrissy. Exchanging her grips for a pair in Soledad’s long dark locks, Chrissy POUNDS la Hurrican’s face into the deck, Sanchez’s head brutally bouncing off the mat.
Kat and Avery watch with delight, taking in how ruthless their mentor can be and egging her on for more.
Chrissy secures a head scissors on a seated Sanchez, stocky thighs squeezing tight against either of her foe’s temples. She spins herself and her target, chests pointed to the canvas, Soledad’s head still stuck in the scissors and POUNDS the Latina’s face into the mat with a series of push-ups, taking the senses from La Hurrican, leaving Soledad slumped on her haunches.
Headscissors Facesmash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_j4saZ1Hj5E )
With a downgraded La Hurrican limp in front of her, the risen Chrissy considers tagging in the pleading Braddock but she shakes her head instead.
“You’ll get your turn, Kat. Finishing off Muy Caliente is my Mania moment.”
Daniel sneaks behind a dazed Soledad and sends a thwapping kick into the back of her foe’s head, La Hurrican ending on hands and knees in a stupor. Chrissy collects Sanchez in a waist scissors and lifts the wobbly Latina high, ready to destroy what’s left of her fight with the Implosion.
Implosion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXucT0ZeMBY )
But as Soledad reaches her peaks, she shakes free of Daniel’s control, reaches her right arm behind her, gathering a ¾ facelock on the Quake leader and PLANTS Chrissy with a stunner from south of the border.
Daniel rockets into the air from the force of the impact, ending in a wide spreadeagle. Soledad isn’t in much better condition, but she is ambulatory, soon crawling toward the Caliente corner as Chrissy tries to regain her senses.
Soledad dives to a tag of Soshana and the diminutive warrior from La Paz hops over the cables and races toward a rising Imp. Snatching Chrissy by a wrist and shoulder, Soto sends the FAWN original racing to a neutral corner, Chrissy spinning into a shattering impact. Daniel drops to her backside, abbreviated legs extended in front of her. It’s Soto’s cue to get on her horse. Soshana speeds across the expanse, leaping from a few feet out and ramming her undercarriage into the chest and chin of the Imp.
The spicy Latina busts her bronco with a full set of ten pelvic thrusts. With Chrissy left bum-shocked, Lil So-So turns and gives the FAWN legend a taste of Muy Caliente’s fire, swabbing her cheeks into the features of the Imp, giving the Quake a full-on Stink Face to the delight of the Mania throngs.
Unable to push Soto off, Chrissy has to eat the full course of humiliation until Soshana skips away at the behest of the ref’s count. Daniel pushes to her feet only to have Lil So-So collect her in a front facelock. The little Latina buggywhips Daniel over in a Snap Suplex before kipping to her feet.
She moves to a stance next to the splayed, frowning Imp and pumps her fist in the air three times, the crowd shouting with each “BOOM…BOOM…BOOM”.
Soto shows off her signature, first dropping an elbow to the cleft of Chrissy’s bosom before scrambling to her feet and hitting a leg drop across her throat. Again up quickly, Soshana dives into a cross-body splash for her final BOOM. But Chrissy gets her knees up and guts the tawny-skinned grappler. A gasping Soto rolls away, hugging her belly while a spent Daniel rolls to all fours and begins the slow trek to her pupils, desperate for the Quake cavalry.
Chrissy lunges for the extended hand of the Baby Boss and Avery is deemed official by the man in stripes. The buxom brunette fireplug enters and surges toward the hurting Latina. But Soshana isn’t so bad off she can’t surprise the Commissioner’s only child, tripping Avery with a drop toe hold that has Christian’s teeth clattering when her chin collides with the canvas.
Avery rolls to her back, flexing and massaging her jaw. Lil So-So is already on the move, ready to show she can blast the Quakes of her own generation. Soto skips over Christian and hops onto the middle rope, grasping the top with both hands. Effortlessly, she vaults into a backflip, landing a lionsault across the open, midriff of the Baby Boss.
Avery eyes bulge as she jackknifes under the Latina, a burst of an exhale escaping her lips. And when she melts to the canvas, Lil So-So is already in place with the lateral press for the pin and the win with the…
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TWO…
There’s no possibility of a three as Kat enters, grabs an ankle and rips Soshana off her partner. The Mexican kicks her leg free and kips to her feet.
Immediately, the blonde fireplug leaps at Soto, trying to remove Soshana’s head from her body with a powerful clothesline, but Soto manages to duck the blow. When The Brat spins, she’s met with a toe kick to her plush tummy. The Brat doubles reflexively and Lil So-So is able to scoop Braddock onto her shoulders.
A recovering Avery reaches for Soto before she can get her clutches on the Latina, Sofia intervenes, catching her foe by an elbow and spinning Christian to face her. The pair fire away, NAILING each other with alternating fisticuffs.
Beside them, a wriggling Kat is ejected from Soshana’s shoulders and Braddock drops to her feet, but only for a moment, as a raised knee for Lil So-So FLASHBANGS into Kat’s chin. Braddock head snaps and her body goes board straight before timbering to the deck, ending in a semiconscious starfish.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss ) @ 00:05
Avery breaks out of her scrum, shoving Garcia into a heavy collision with the set of buckles behind her. Christian turns, charges and PLOWS a forearm shiver into the back of Soshana’s skull, sending the little Latina to hands and knees, dark eyes glassy.
But before the Baby Boss can ignore Castle further and stomp Soto into a Mexican mudhole, she hears a shout from behind.
“Yo! Gringa!”
Avery spins, ready for an attack, but not one from on high. Skying toward the wide-eyed brunette, boot soles leading the way as she arcs toward the frozen Christian, Sofia BLOWS AVERY TO HELL with her Cuban Missile, the dropkick sending the dark-haired fireplug tumbling in a backward somersault after the forceful impact to her abundant chest.
Cuban Missile ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvwzYuSwTfE @ 4:05
Avery ends on her face and bosom, unmoving, the back of her head having thumped against the deck on the way through her spin cycle.
The war is getting away from Nick and he knows it. When Soledad tries to join the party, he nearly tackles La Hurrican, trying to hold back the growing tide. But this ocean of violence is coming from two sides and the door is left wide for an advancing Killer Imp.
The FAWN original snatches the risen Garcia from behind, knocking Sofia off her feet as she does. Daniel shows she’s still got some power to spread around, heaving a wriggling Sofia high in front of her. Chrissy wraps her right arm around the back of the firecracker’s neck while the left snuggles against Garcia’s tawny midriff.
The crowd hopes for some sort of deliverance but there is none and Chrissy knocks the Latina out cold with her vengeful Implosion.
Implosion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXucT0ZeMBY )
Job one done, Chrissy IMPertinently tosses the limp legs of the rookie aside. Sanchez, having watched over Castle’s shoulder, pushes past the zebra and CRASHES into Daniel like a whirlwind. The Imp is sent into retreat, only steadying when her back hits the buckles of the Cali Quake corner.
Sanchez gets her palms crooked into Chrissy’s arm pits and lifts the Beach Cat to a stance on the middle ropes, quickly joining her there, chest to chest, firing away on Daniel. But Chrissy isn’t about to be left a wreck by the Category Five rage of Sanchez and she throws hands right back, the duo battling in an elevated boxing match.
Having reached her feet, Lil So-So doesn’t hesitate in throwing herself back into the fray. But instead of reclaiming a groggy Brat, she charges into the back-and-forth in the corner. She hops onto the middle ropes adjacent to the fist fight and springboards into a dropkick to the Imp.
The blow blasts into Chrissy’s left shoulder and sends her tumbling off her perch to the outside. But as she’s leaving the confines, Daniel latches onto La Hurrican and together they CRASH first to the apron, then to the floor, ending in a squirming pile of pained pulchritude.
Soto leans over the top rope after hopping to the bottom, cheering on Soledad to take control. As she starts to get her wish, Lil So-So gets a horrifying surprise. A recovered Kat PLOWS an uppercut forearm between her thighs. Soshana groans, her knees knocking from the brutal impact. Braddock grabs a shoulder and yanks her foe off the rubber-coated steel, Soto falling to a jumbled heap, hands buried in her throbbing undercarriage.
Braddock staggers in a tight circle around the deflated Latina. She sees Sofia’s still in a stupor and of no concern, so the Brat tugs Soshana to her feet. The blonde dips and wraps her arms around Lil So-So’s tawny tummy, dipping the grip under the curve of the Mexican’s glutes.
Braddock lifts the whimpering, grimacing Soto and drops her already bruised crotch on bended knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop. The crowd moans in sympathy, Soshana’s flawless features twisted in pain. With Kat still on one knee, she scoots the bony joint out from between and, kneeling on both, HEAD BUTTS SOSHANA EN EL GATITO.
Dark eyes welling, lips molded into a tight ‘O’, Soto is frozen as a beaming Kat, dripping with sweat, rises. The Brat preternaturally pivots and CRACKS a superkick into the jaw of the just entered Soledad, sending Sanchez flying over the top cable to the floor.
With Soto a sitting duck, Kat nuzzles close, slipping an arm behind Soshana’s left leg. The blonde pulls it into a cradle.
“Asta la vista, So-So,” Braddock purrs into Soto’s ear before ripping Soshana off the deck and SPIKING the Latina’s skull into the canvas with her Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM )
Soto spreads into a motionless starfish and the rest is a formality, Kat climbing aboard for a domineering full body pin, a forearm pressing the right side of Soto’s face to the canvas for the…
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TWO…
THREEE!
The Brat remains aboard the comatose Latina, enjoying her ride, before a wobbly Avery wraps an arm around her partner’s shoulders. Kat deigns to rise from the Caliente catastrophe.
With Sophia and Soledad recovering faster than Chrissy, blonde and brunette share a hug but then hightail it to the outside, landing boot soles on the floor as the announcer makes the results official.
“Your winners…the CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
The youngsters meet Daniel on the way to the ramp and the trio celebrates, trolling hard on the unhappy crowd as Soledad and Sofia shake out their own cobwebs before trying to bring Soshana back to consciousness.
Reveling in the Mania Moment, Kat and Avery’s first and Chrissy’s umpteenth, the Quakes back up the ramp, taking it all in, pointing and laughing at the hot mess they’ve made from Latina Heat.
At least for tonight, the Richter was going off the charts.
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 scored their revenge with a tag victory, Soshana and Soledad upending Kat and Avery.
There’s only one way to break the tie and that’s on FAWN’s grandest stage, bringing all the troops to the battlefield in a 3-on-3 tag tilt to crown the victors of this border battle.
The FAWNatics roar with excitement as the accompaniment of Muy Caliente brings the sellout crowd to its feet and to their own personal dance floors, most shifting their hips in time with the music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
As the south of the border stars push through the curtains and skip their way to center stage, the caravan of fans grows louder still, the three Latina lovelies having won over the multitudes. Signs aplenty are scattered throughout and Soto, Sanchez and Garcia point and pump fists to their fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring.
MUY CALIENTE:
SOSHANA SOTO:
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ:
SOFIA GARCIA:
The sultry Sofia leads the way in a two-piece, neon, violet number that catches eyes and stirs heart. The white-hot Cuban firecracker waves her hands then slaps those extended toward her by the adoring masses.
Close behind is the spicy little lucha, Soshana Soto. Lil So-So’s garbed in purple sports bra top with gold trim, her bottoms the same color as her top, 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 Sanchez, the veteran 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 women finish their march to the ring, clearly enjoying every second of their blossoming importance, knowing how many women on the roster would love to have a chance to shine on the biggest platform of them all.
Soshana circles the ring trading high fives, while Garcia completes the lap in the opposite direction as if she’s a guest star on ‘So you KNOW you can dance’. La Hurrican blows straight into the ring, hopping to the apron then using the top rope to fling herself over. A call from Soledad brings the youngsters back to the task at hand and the battlefield where the war would be won.
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 newfound friend, Sofia. After the rookie slides into the confines and joins Sanchez, 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 and somersaults to a perfect landing, ending center stage.
The diminutive Mexican leaps into stereo high-fives, slapping one hand of each partner. Muy Caliente takes turns introducing themselves to each side of the arena, arms raised, returning the abundant love from the stands as their music fades and the voice of the ring announcer takes its place.
“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 Dinamita… Soshana Soto! Her partner, from Holquin, Cuba, standing 5’2” and weighing in at 115 pounds…Sofia Garcia. And her partner…from Monterrey, Mexico, standing 5’ 2” and weighing in tonight at 113 pounds... Soledad Sanchez! Together they are MUY CALIENTE!”
The crowd thunders with an enthusiastic ovation, determined to help the Latina Strike Force to victory against the Brat Attack of the despised California Quakes.
Speak of the devilish fireplugs.
With the crowd ready to bury the Quakes in a full 7.5 Richter of hate, the sound of Van Halen’s 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 as a teammate for the first time, adding a future Hall of Famer to the Cali quotient Muy Caliente could not match.
CALIFORNIA QUAKES:
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
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.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock already has the ire of most, quickly following in the Imp’s sizable footsteps in more ways than one.
On the opposite side, Christian’s legacy is obvious enough. Though Avery’s well shorter than her Mama Boss, the brunette’s growing confidence and curvy if short, power-packed frame has the newest Quake on the edge of stardom as well. Bethany’s front office backing seemed to make it all but a sure thing.
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 two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finish the wardrobe.
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 ropes. Daniel waits outside the corner post as Kat and Avery move past her in opposite directions, each slipping through the strands, finally occupying the corner farthest from the lovely Latinas.
With VanHalen receding and her pupils properly situated, Chrissy enters as the announcer marks the arrival of the Golden State ruffians.
“And their opponents, from Manhattan Beach, standing 5’1” and weighing in at 118 pounds, the Killer Imp…Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California, at 5’2” weighing 122 pounds, The Brat…Kat Braddock. And last and certainly not least, fighting out of Santa Monica at 5’3” and 125 pounds…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 the ear of her blonde would-be successor. Daniel places a palm on the sour Avery’s right shoulder and guides the shapely brunette through the ropes, leaving Katrina Braddock, a teenager months removed from the beach fighting tour, in control of leading her team to a FAWNAMANIA victory.
Kat turns her attention to the lovely luchas across the way, watching intently as it becomes clear she’ll again start with Lil So-So; a replay of the tag match Muy Caliente had STOLEN at Slaybor Day Weekend. There is no grin of arrogance at the sight of Soshana this time. Only steely determination to make the last battle the Big One.
With the bell’s ring, Kat strides across the ring with purpose, not wanting the shifty Soto to stay out of reach. With other avenues cut off, Lil So-So throws herself into the fireplug blonde, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow connection. The combatants fight for leverage and it doesn’t take long before Braddock is backing the Mexican toward a neutral corner, stuffing Soshana tight to the buckles.
Nick Castle calls for the break and Kat obliges, lifting her hands high and backing off a step before surging forward and slapping the taste from the little lucha’s lips. Fury fires in the dark eyes of the Latina and she shoves The Brat back, talking a little smack of her own espanol-style.
A smirk creases Braddock’s lips and she steps forward to deliver another bytch slap, but Soshana ducks underneath. Soto and Braddock spin to face each other, but it’s Muy Caliente’s speed demon who’s ready to fire first, THWAPPING a backhanded chop to Kat’s chest, sending Braddock reeling into the corner. Soto unleashes with a second, third, fourth and fifth, lighting up Chrissy’s protégé.
As the welt line grows bright red, Soshana snatches a wrist of Braddock’s and sends Kat racing across the canvas. The Cali girl spins into a back-first collision with the far buckles and stumbles out a step or two before EATING a running European Uppercut flush under her chin. The impact sends her crashing back into the corner before her abbreviated stems give out and the blonde takes an early seat, leaning into the corner behind her, legs extended.
With Muy Caliente and the entire Mania crowd cheering her on, Soto turns and sprints to the opposite buckles, taps the top and spins to sprint at her target. Halfway across, it seems evident Soshana is ready to bust a little blonde bronco, but The Brat has other ideas, Kat with enough of her senses still in place to yank herself out under the ropes, boot soles landing on the floor.
She staggers to keep her feet, as Lil So-So alters her path. Taking off for the ropes distant from Braddock, she hightails it through a u-turn and flies between the top and middle ropes, snatching Kat’s head in a front facelock as she hits her target and whipping the Quake through a tornado DDT onto the thinly padded cement. Braddock skids to a stop in a motionless starfish, her Mania moment blowing up as quickly as it had started.
Soto leaps to her feet, pumping her fist at the roaring crowd, not realizing the Baby Boss has turned a corner and charges her from behind, NAILING Lil So-So with a double axhandle from behind. The Latina is flattened to the floor, inches from the remnants of The Brat.
Unsurprisingly, Muy Caliente isn’t going to take Soto lying down lying down, Sofia and Soledad racing to her defense. The Killer Imp, seeing this, isn’t afraid to throw down in a Pier Six brawl and Castle’s lost control as Daniel and Christian give as well as they take against Garcia and Sanchez. The FAWNatics love every second of the fracas. Castle does not. He starts his count.
Soshana, having picked herself up as the melee heads down the length of the ring, Muy Caliente gaining the upper hand, grabs a wrist and shoulder of Braddock’s left arm, hauls the blonde to rubbery legs and heaves her back in the squared circle, Kat rolling in under the bottom rope.
Soto hops to apron and starts to slide through when a risen Braddock finds the wherewithal to NAIL the entering Soshana with a knee to the noggin. The Brat helps Soto in the rest of the way and immediately heaves her foe to the opposite cables. Lil So-So rebounds at full speed and is met with a gutbusting GORE GORE GORE from the curvy Quake, Kat SPEARING the holy hell out of little Latina.
Lil So-So is folded around the invading shoulder and PLANTED into the canvas with extreme prejudice. The distracted Castle turns to find Kat atop Soto in a cross body, the Cali Quake still not of her entire set of faculties failing to hook a leg. The opening is used when Soto kicks her way out at TWO! The near fall brings the rest of Muy Caliente back to their senses, Latina hat cooling enough for Sofia and Soledad to peel themselves away from the Quakes and head back to their stations.
Inside, the saving shove sends Braddock to her back and the women lie next to each other, staring into the rafters, composing themselves after an electric start. Taking up the cause to get Lil So-So on her feet, the crowd begins a rhythmic clap, following the lead of her teammates.
Slowly, raven-haired Mexican and California blonde push their way up, reaching vertical simultaneously. Kat surges forward, with right arm drawn, trying to remove Soshana’s head from her shoulders with a clothesline. Lil’ So-So ducks under, spins and PLOWS a perfect-placed dropkick into the face of the blonde. Kat’s sent back somersaulting to within a few feet of her corner. On her backside, she reaches for assistance and Soto uses that as her cue to race to the Caliente corner, tagging the extended arm of Garcia.
Sofia enters quickly but not fast enough to prevent a handoff to the Baby Boss. Still, she’s charging like a bull to red to the entering Avery and takes Soto’s lead, PLANTING a dropkick to Christian’s abundant chest, Avery sent backpedaling into the Quake corner. The adrenaline-filled Garcia, humming from the Mania excitement shows her inexperience in going into enemy territory to extract Avery. Before she can pull the bust brunette out, the veteran Daniel latches onto her dark mane and hold Sofia long enough for Christian to deliver a forearm shiver to the Cuban firecracker’s jaw.
With Sofia’s legs giving a shimmy, Chrissy releases her grip, throwing her arms high in mock innocence as Nick’s DQ count ends at “THREE”. Avery continues her assault however. Christian snatches a wrist and collects a tight hammerlock on the Latina beauty. Slipping in front of Garcia, she combines the arm lock with a chest-compressing bearhug, Christian using her strength to lift Sofia to tiptoes and carry her toward center stage. There, she cinches tighter, Garcia’s dark eyes bugging as she struggles to take in air against the tight embrace.
Showing the strength that fills Christian’s vertically-challenged frame, Avery rattles Sofia’s body from side to side, ragdolling the Cuban-American. Having softened up Garcia, the Baby Boss releases and tugs Sofia into a front facelock. Slipping her head under a limp arm of the Latina, Avery buggywhips the rookie to the canvas with a snap swinging neckbreaker that draws an ‘oooh’ from the crowd and leaves Sofia in a lifeless spreadeagle.
Snap Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ )
Avery slides to a lateral press, hooking a leg and getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Garcia revives the hopes of her worried partners and the masses with a slight shift of a shoulder, keeping Muy Caliente alive.
Avery, on her haunches next to the dazed Latina, gazes up at Castle and shakes her head.
“Do you know who I am?”
Christian doesn’t wait for an answer.
“I know you do. I’m a one-woman suspension committee for my mother. Keep that in mind.”
Avery returns her attention to Garcia, who’s made it to a seated position. The Baby Boss grabs her foe’s wrists and shoves her knee between Garcia’s shoulderblades, forcing Sofia’s chest thrusting forward while apparently trying to remove the Latina’s arms from her sockets.
“Give it up, rookie,” Avery insists. “You know you don’t have the cajones to keep up with the Quakes.”
Gritting her teeth, Sofia leans into Christian’s impaling knee, ignoring the pain to get her feet under her and start to rise. As she does, the Baby Boss is forced to remove her knee and she shifts her grip from her foe’s wrists to a neckvise on the already aching Garcia. She violently twists the head of Sofia and bears down on the lovely Latina, at least until the firecracker pivots as best she can and sends an elbow into the side of the abundant chest of the dark-haired grappler.
Three in succession loosens the vise enough for Sofia to turn and face her rival and GET A THUMB TO THE EYE from the Commissioner Christian’s little girl. Avery chuckles at Castle’s scolding and clasps a wrist of the yelping Sofia, Garcia rubbing at her orbital socket vigorously. Avery sends Sofia for the ride with an Irish Whip, Garcia SLAMMING back-first into the buckles of a neutral corner.
The Cali Quake takes a moment to enjoy the sight then rumbles toward her target, leaping from a few feet out for a drowning corner splash of the rookie. Thankfully for Garcia, Muy Caliente alert the half-blinded Sofia of the oncoming train and Sofia evacuates in time, pulling herself to the side and leaving the buckles open for a wide-eyed Avery to provide her avalanche of flesh.
The accidental impact sends Christian into a spin and she stumbles toward the middle, quickly joined by a charging Sofia. Depth perception be damned, Garcia manages to latch onto Avery’s braincase and BULLDOG her to the thinly-sheathed plywood, PLOWING her forehead into the canvas. Avery absently flops to her back, leaving the rookie to get a pin and a win in the biggest event of the year with the…
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TWO…
Christian kicks loose, ending on her side. She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs while Sofia decides it’s time to let the comparatively old hand of Muy Caliente take this one home. Garcia, left eye still watering, pushes to her feet and tags in Soledad, the crowd chanting on time “THERE’S LA HURRICAN COMING!”
Sanchez is a blur through the ropes, needing to cut off a crawling Christian before she reaches the Quake corner and slaps hands with Kat, Chrissy keeping her arms at her sides, apparently planning to be the ultimate weapon when the time comes. Avery reaches neither however as Soledad grabs an ankle and tugs the Baby Boss back to the center.
As she releases, Sanchez heads for the ropes and rebounds toward Avery, the curvy grappler up to one knee when Soledad makes her return, using the raised knee cap as a stage from which to let loose her Hurricane Kick.
Hurricane Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9O_gT7FB6M ) @ 00:09
Avery’s left face down and splayed, an arm twitching but no other movement. Sanchez pulls Christian to her back with a tug on her foe’s wrist but passes on the pin to climb the Caliente corner and show the youngsters a thing or 450. Launching high into the Orlando night, Soledad spins through every single degree and CRUSHES Avery’s gulping abdomen with the lucha-worthy SPLASH.
450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=27Gj-VlBcQo )
Avery jackknifes under the impact then fades to horizontal, Sanchez hooking both legs as Castle counts out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
At Chrissy’s insistence, Kat enters and breaks the count before Muy Caliente can pick up their Mania moment, it appearing the Baby Boss would’ve kicked out in time in any case. Having thumped a forearm into the back of Soledad’s skull, Kat draws Sanchez to her feet, ignoring the scolding of Castle. Braddock tries to send Soledad scurrying with an Irish whip but La Hurrican counters and it’s the busty blonde rocketing toward the Caliente corner.
Kat only reaches within ten feet as Lil So-So, already on the top buckle, launches and BLOWS UP Braddock with a perfectly-placed missile dropkick, Kat sent into a violent back somersault from the impact.
Seeing things turning in the wrong direction, Chrissy slips through the cables, but it’s already been accounted for by Garcia. The rookie races at the FAWN original, leaping with legs extended, her tawny thighs clamp around the head of Daniel and she gives Chrissy her first taste of the canvas via a hurricarana that sends the Imp’s head THUMPING into the canvas, Chrissy sliding to a stop.
With all three Quakes down, Muy Caliente meets at the middle for a three-way high-five that brings the crowd to its feet with a ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chant. Castle is less enthused even if it was Kat that broke the seal on illegality. He requests Soto and Garcia depart so he can start to sort the mess and Lil’ So-So escorts Nick to the Caliente corner so she knows the way. Meanwhile Sofia and Soledad, pluck Chrissy off the canvas and bum rush her to the ropes, heaving her over the top.
They move to Kat and Avery and situate the youngsters on their backs, boot soles touching in a straight line. The Latinas join the Quakes in a similar position, perpendicular and seated. Sofia and Soledad latch onto the ankles of the curvy Quakes, lift their legs high, each with one leg of their foes and lay out ROWING A BOAT with the limbs, applying simultabeous leg stretches to blonde and brunette fireplugs alike. The abbreviated lower limbs of Avery and Kat are stretched to the snapping point, groin muscles extended to their limits, the Quakes rising on their backside with each ‘stroke’, grasping at their inner thighs and wailing in pain.
Castle, finally growing wise, turns to find the reason why the FAWNatics are enjoying themselves so thoroughly at the expense of The Brat and Baby Boss. Nick allows a could more painful rows before starting his count. Sofia and Soledad release, Garcia heading for the exit. Both Kat and Avery fold into fetal balls, massaging their thighs at the crease of their crotch.
While Nick tries to roll Kat toward the Quake corner, Sanchez peels Avery out of her compact sphere with a couple stiff boots to the ribs. With Christian sprawled on her back, Soledad decides to show everyone on the house she doesn’t need no stinkin’ turnbuckles. Standing next the starfished Avery, La Hurrican leaps into a backflip above the downed Christian, PLANTING a Standing Shooting Star Press across Avery’s RAISED KNEES.
Christian shows some much needed defense, offering her bony joints instead of her bruised midriff. And it’s Soledad who retches on the canvas, hugging her bronzed tummy as if to keep her internal organs in place. On her back, she rocks from side to side, face pinched in pain, trying to regain her breath. Next to her Avery reaches a seat and surveys. Seeing Chrissy demand entrance, she rises but decides to leave calling card before she departs.
Plucking La Hurrian off the canvas, she maneuvers the veteran into a spine-arching dragon sleeper position. But it’s not a slow trip to slumberland in mind. Instead, Avery lays out and SPIKES the back of Sanchez’s skull into the deck with a reverse DDT. Leaving on her ‘terms’, Avery passes on a pin and walks with a little hitch in her giddy-up to the eager Chrissy, the Killer Imp ready to show to bring her special brand of mayhem to Mania.
Daniel strides to the splayed and plucks her legs off the canvas. She spins Soledad to her chest with as turn of her own, now facing away from the head of Sanchez. Like the accomplished veteran she is, Chrissy folds her foe’s legs and locks them behind her left. The FAWM original falls into a bridge, cupping her laced hands under Soledad’s chin and tugging up ward as she balances on the crown of her skull and tip toes.
Muta Lock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQoQzwdkT7E ) @ 00:20
Wrenched by the neck, La Hurrican grimaces in pain, fighting the urge to give the victory to the Quakes. She tries to pry Chrissy’s fingers apart but the ash blonde won’t give up her grip. The official asks if the Mexican wants to surrender. She grunts out a stubborn ‘no’ and the refusal is enough to convince Chrissy to release, dropping from her arch.
As quickly as Daniel slides out of one torturous position, she ends atop Soledad with both wrists in her possession. Knees driven into the shoulderblades of Sanchez, the Imp pulls La Hurrican into a surfboard, again trying to pull the ‘quit’ out of the de facto leader of Muy Caliente.
On the sidelines, Lil So-So begins thumping the mat with both palms and the crowd picks it up, trying to push Soledad to survival of the submission. Sanchez bites her lower lip and hold on long enough to frustrate Chrissy. Exchanging her grips for a pair in Soledad’s long dark locks, Chrissy POUNDS la Hurrican’s face into the deck, Sanchez’s head brutally bouncing off the mat.
Kat and Avery watch with delight, taking in how ruthless their mentor can be and egging her on for more.
Chrissy secures a head scissors on a seated Sanchez, stocky thighs squeezing tight against either of her foe’s temples. She spins herself and her target, chests pointed to the canvas, Soledad’s head still stuck in the scissors and POUNDS the Latina’s face into the mat with a series of push-ups, taking the senses from La Hurrican, leaving Soledad slumped on her haunches.
Headscissors Facesmash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_j4saZ1Hj5E )
With a downgraded La Hurrican limp in front of her, the risen Chrissy considers tagging in the pleading Braddock but she shakes her head instead.
“You’ll get your turn, Kat. Finishing off Muy Caliente is my Mania moment.”
Daniel sneaks behind a dazed Soledad and sends a thwapping kick into the back of her foe’s head, La Hurrican ending on hands and knees in a stupor. Chrissy collects Sanchez in a waist scissors and lifts the wobbly Latina high, ready to destroy what’s left of her fight with the Implosion.
Implosion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXucT0ZeMBY )
But as Soledad reaches her peaks, she shakes free of Daniel’s control, reaches her right arm behind her, gathering a ¾ facelock on the Quake leader and PLANTS Chrissy with a stunner from south of the border.
Daniel rockets into the air from the force of the impact, ending in a wide spreadeagle. Soledad isn’t in much better condition, but she is ambulatory, soon crawling toward the Caliente corner as Chrissy tries to regain her senses.
Soledad dives to a tag of Soshana and the diminutive warrior from La Paz hops over the cables and races toward a rising Imp. Snatching Chrissy by a wrist and shoulder, Soto sends the FAWN original racing to a neutral corner, Chrissy spinning into a shattering impact. Daniel drops to her backside, abbreviated legs extended in front of her. It’s Soto’s cue to get on her horse. Soshana speeds across the expanse, leaping from a few feet out and ramming her undercarriage into the chest and chin of the Imp.
The spicy Latina busts her bronco with a full set of ten pelvic thrusts. With Chrissy left bum-shocked, Lil So-So turns and gives the FAWN legend a taste of Muy Caliente’s fire, swabbing her cheeks into the features of the Imp, giving the Quake a full-on Stink Face to the delight of the Mania throngs.
Unable to push Soto off, Chrissy has to eat the full course of humiliation until Soshana skips away at the behest of the ref’s count. Daniel pushes to her feet only to have Lil So-So collect her in a front facelock. The little Latina buggywhips Daniel over in a Snap Suplex before kipping to her feet.
She moves to a stance next to the splayed, frowning Imp and pumps her fist in the air three times, the crowd shouting with each “BOOM…BOOM…BOOM”.
Soto shows off her signature, first dropping an elbow to the cleft of Chrissy’s bosom before scrambling to her feet and hitting a leg drop across her throat. Again up quickly, Soshana dives into a cross-body splash for her final BOOM. But Chrissy gets her knees up and guts the tawny-skinned grappler. A gasping Soto rolls away, hugging her belly while a spent Daniel rolls to all fours and begins the slow trek to her pupils, desperate for the Quake cavalry.
Chrissy lunges for the extended hand of the Baby Boss and Avery is deemed official by the man in stripes. The buxom brunette fireplug enters and surges toward the hurting Latina. But Soshana isn’t so bad off she can’t surprise the Commissioner’s only child, tripping Avery with a drop toe hold that has Christian’s teeth clattering when her chin collides with the canvas.
Avery rolls to her back, flexing and massaging her jaw. Lil So-So is already on the move, ready to show she can blast the Quakes of her own generation. Soto skips over Christian and hops onto the middle rope, grasping the top with both hands. Effortlessly, she vaults into a backflip, landing a lionsault across the open, midriff of the Baby Boss.
Avery eyes bulge as she jackknifes under the Latina, a burst of an exhale escaping her lips. And when she melts to the canvas, Lil So-So is already in place with the lateral press for the pin and the win with the…
ONE...
TWO…
There’s no possibility of a three as Kat enters, grabs an ankle and rips Soshana off her partner. The Mexican kicks her leg free and kips to her feet.
Immediately, the blonde fireplug leaps at Soto, trying to remove Soshana’s head from her body with a powerful clothesline, but Soto manages to duck the blow. When The Brat spins, she’s met with a toe kick to her plush tummy. The Brat doubles reflexively and Lil So-So is able to scoop Braddock onto her shoulders.
A recovering Avery reaches for Soto before she can get her clutches on the Latina, Sofia intervenes, catching her foe by an elbow and spinning Christian to face her. The pair fire away, NAILING each other with alternating fisticuffs.
Beside them, a wriggling Kat is ejected from Soshana’s shoulders and Braddock drops to her feet, but only for a moment, as a raised knee for Lil So-So FLASHBANGS into Kat’s chin. Braddock head snaps and her body goes board straight before timbering to the deck, ending in a semiconscious starfish.
Flashbang ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFi-GWzO1ss ) @ 00:05
Avery breaks out of her scrum, shoving Garcia into a heavy collision with the set of buckles behind her. Christian turns, charges and PLOWS a forearm shiver into the back of Soshana’s skull, sending the little Latina to hands and knees, dark eyes glassy.
But before the Baby Boss can ignore Castle further and stomp Soto into a Mexican mudhole, she hears a shout from behind.
“Yo! Gringa!”
Avery spins, ready for an attack, but not one from on high. Skying toward the wide-eyed brunette, boot soles leading the way as she arcs toward the frozen Christian, Sofia BLOWS AVERY TO HELL with her Cuban Missile, the dropkick sending the dark-haired fireplug tumbling in a backward somersault after the forceful impact to her abundant chest.
Cuban Missile ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvwzYuSwTfE @ 4:05
Avery ends on her face and bosom, unmoving, the back of her head having thumped against the deck on the way through her spin cycle.
The war is getting away from Nick and he knows it. When Soledad tries to join the party, he nearly tackles La Hurrican, trying to hold back the growing tide. But this ocean of violence is coming from two sides and the door is left wide for an advancing Killer Imp.
The FAWN original snatches the risen Garcia from behind, knocking Sofia off her feet as she does. Daniel shows she’s still got some power to spread around, heaving a wriggling Sofia high in front of her. Chrissy wraps her right arm around the back of the firecracker’s neck while the left snuggles against Garcia’s tawny midriff.
The crowd hopes for some sort of deliverance but there is none and Chrissy knocks the Latina out cold with her vengeful Implosion.
Implosion ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXucT0ZeMBY )
Job one done, Chrissy IMPertinently tosses the limp legs of the rookie aside. Sanchez, having watched over Castle’s shoulder, pushes past the zebra and CRASHES into Daniel like a whirlwind. The Imp is sent into retreat, only steadying when her back hits the buckles of the Cali Quake corner.
Sanchez gets her palms crooked into Chrissy’s arm pits and lifts the Beach Cat to a stance on the middle ropes, quickly joining her there, chest to chest, firing away on Daniel. But Chrissy isn’t about to be left a wreck by the Category Five rage of Sanchez and she throws hands right back, the duo battling in an elevated boxing match.
Having reached her feet, Lil So-So doesn’t hesitate in throwing herself back into the fray. But instead of reclaiming a groggy Brat, she charges into the back-and-forth in the corner. She hops onto the middle ropes adjacent to the fist fight and springboards into a dropkick to the Imp.
The blow blasts into Chrissy’s left shoulder and sends her tumbling off her perch to the outside. But as she’s leaving the confines, Daniel latches onto La Hurrican and together they CRASH first to the apron, then to the floor, ending in a squirming pile of pained pulchritude.
Soto leans over the top rope after hopping to the bottom, cheering on Soledad to take control. As she starts to get her wish, Lil So-So gets a horrifying surprise. A recovered Kat PLOWS an uppercut forearm between her thighs. Soshana groans, her knees knocking from the brutal impact. Braddock grabs a shoulder and yanks her foe off the rubber-coated steel, Soto falling to a jumbled heap, hands buried in her throbbing undercarriage.
Braddock staggers in a tight circle around the deflated Latina. She sees Sofia’s still in a stupor and of no concern, so the Brat tugs Soshana to her feet. The blonde dips and wraps her arms around Lil So-So’s tawny tummy, dipping the grip under the curve of the Mexican’s glutes.
Braddock lifts the whimpering, grimacing Soto and drops her already bruised crotch on bended knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop. The crowd moans in sympathy, Soshana’s flawless features twisted in pain. With Kat still on one knee, she scoots the bony joint out from between and, kneeling on both, HEAD BUTTS SOSHANA EN EL GATITO.
Dark eyes welling, lips molded into a tight ‘O’, Soto is frozen as a beaming Kat, dripping with sweat, rises. The Brat preternaturally pivots and CRACKS a superkick into the jaw of the just entered Soledad, sending Sanchez flying over the top cable to the floor.
With Soto a sitting duck, Kat nuzzles close, slipping an arm behind Soshana’s left leg. The blonde pulls it into a cradle.
“Asta la vista, So-So,” Braddock purrs into Soto’s ear before ripping Soshana off the deck and SPIKING the Latina’s skull into the canvas with her Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM )
Soto spreads into a motionless starfish and the rest is a formality, Kat climbing aboard for a domineering full body pin, a forearm pressing the right side of Soto’s face to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Brat remains aboard the comatose Latina, enjoying her ride, before a wobbly Avery wraps an arm around her partner’s shoulders. Kat deigns to rise from the Caliente catastrophe.
With Sophia and Soledad recovering faster than Chrissy, blonde and brunette share a hug but then hightail it to the outside, landing boot soles on the floor as the announcer makes the results official.
“Your winners…the CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
The youngsters meet Daniel on the way to the ramp and the trio celebrates, trolling hard on the unhappy crowd as Soledad and Sofia shake out their own cobwebs before trying to bring Soshana back to consciousness.
Reveling in the Mania Moment, Kat and Avery’s first and Chrissy’s umpteenth, the Quakes back up the ramp, taking it all in, pointing and laughing at the hot mess they’ve made from Latina Heat.
At least for tonight, the Richter was going off the charts.