Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2020 18:13:52 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Sweltering revelers sprang to their feet when the house lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over the crowd. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ever lengthening highlight reel (including a few of the more breathtaking moments from her Falls Count Anywhere war with Penelope Tremblay) interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned burgeoning FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made since hitting Orlando the year prior.
Looking considerably more at ease than the last time she made a pay-per-view appearance, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for the fans before she pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For tonight’s trip up a brand new mountain, Stroud wore her usual purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a gleaming white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud made her way to the man, the myth, the legend known only as Merle.
“Tell me Merle, what’s more dangerous?” Bridget asked as she offered him her elbows, wrists and knees. “A mountain or an earthquake?”
“Hmmh. Well, I guess there’s nothing inherently dangerous about a mountain if you’re paying attention, so I’ll say earthquake. Why?”
Bridget arched a disapproving eyebrow. “Allow me to clarify. What’s more dangerous, a snotty little boss’ daughter… or me?”
Merle blinked. “Oh. OH! Why, you of course, Ms. Bridget! You’re the Sweet Disaster after all!”
“Damned right, Merle.” Stroud offered him a smile and a pat on the shoulder as she headed to the far corner where she settled in to await the arrival of tonight’s particularly bratty obstacle.
With the Sweet Disaster perfectly situated to live up to her poor choice of a handle, there’s a rumble through the arena’s sound system, soft at first but growing. Understanding what the sound of tonight’s tremblor signified, the Orlando faithful moved to the edge of their seats. The FAWNatics’ jeers soon competed with the blaring sound of police sirens and those sirens were just as quickly joined, and overwhelmed, by an industrial dirge.
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
As Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumped over the speakers, the corporate progeny of FAWN’s long-time commissioner strode onto the stage. The Baby Boss stood alone, without Mama Christian or any of her fellow Quakes, for dealing with the asinine aspirant in the ring would require no assistance.
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, the CEO’s daughter possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery was enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seem designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscrossed her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots were all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The fans well understood Bethany’s daughter cared not to court their favor and her disgust toward them was only exacerbated by one of the horde’s favorites waiting for her in the ring. Avery’s only response to their vocal scorn was a dismissive wave of the hand to each side of the railing as she stalked her way toward the ring.
As Christian approaches, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd to the fact the Boss Baby is very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Ascending the ring steps, Avery stopped for Merle to prop open the ropes. He dutifully sat on the middle, pushing up the top. Avery stepped through, warning the dope he should not have made her wait even for the single second she was delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery placed one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top rope, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty while totally ignoring her foe.
The Baby Boss could hear Bethany’s voice in the back of her mind, a stern “Cool it with the peep show” ringing from past experiences. Avery grinned and moved to center stage, knowing she’s enthralled the fans and pissed off mom at the same time.
The Announcer interrupted the festivities as Avery’s accompaniment faded into the background.
“And introducing her opponent…hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN… She is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!”
The FAWNatics booed lustily. Avery only smileed sweetly in return, holding up a hand, a microphone having found its way there. Bethany’s baby girl pulled it to her lips.
“Rabble. Rabble, please. Quiet yourselves,” Christian demanded. “In the heat of Summer Swelter, this flash in the pan is finally going to learn how hot a FAWN ring can be and that the mat under her feet can shake from the Quakes even this far from the Golden State.”
Avery handed the stick over to Merle and Bethany’s busty offspring moved to the corner opposite Bridget, the Baby Boss ready to lay down some Christian judgment on the It Girl.
A ‘FEARLESS!’ chants from the Stroud contingent started as soon as the bell sounded, much to Bridget’s amusement and Avery’s disgust. Not about to let any glorified game show contestant hog her spotlight, Christian strode to the center of the ring and claimed it with a single possessive stomp. “Fearless, huh?” she asked of the other brunette. “Well if you’re so fearless, how come you’re not out here gettin’ yourself some of this?” The second generation Quake raised both arms in a jaunty, taunty double bicep flex that earned a fair share of appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd. “Come on, punk!” she taunted. “Come grab your tickets to the gun show!”
Bridget smiled, but made a quick check of the ring to make sure the other two thirds of Avery’s faction hadn’t materialized since the opening bell. Finding the coast clear, Sweet Disaster joined Christian in the middle of the squared circle and said, “It was sweet of you to get me tickets, Ave. But you shouldn’t have. I’ve got a season pass, you see.”
Avery snorted. “Oh, do you?”
“Yeah, two of ‘em, in fact.” Stroud confirmed. “They’re behind these rocks!” Bridget busted out her own double bicep flex, all the sinew and fibers in her arms shredding into sharp relief in the crisp overhead lights.
The FAWNatics roared their approval while the Baby Boss only scoffed in derision. “Spin Class Arms if ever I’ve seen them.” she taunted. “If you were REALLY confident…” the ferocious fireplug hoisted her right hand overhead, almost flicking the tip of Bridget’s nose in the process, “…you’d put up or shut up.”
“All you had to do was ask, cutie.” Stroud lifted her left hand to join Avery’s, then went up on her tiptoes to put it beyond the shorter wrestler’s reach even if she went to tiptoe herself.
Avery fumed at the chuckles from the crowd, though it was Bridget that received the brunt of her ire. She dropped her hand and chested into Bridget with enough force to rock the taller wrestler back on her heels. “You think you’re funny, bytch?”
“I think I put up.” Stroud wasn’t smiling anymore. “So why don’t you just go ahead and shut HRRRGGHHH!”
Avery did go up on tiptoe, not to join the Test of Strength, but to cinch her right arm around the Minnesotan’s noggin in a gnashing Side Headlock! “Where’re them rocks now, huh? Huh punk!?” Christian didn’t just jounce in place, she busted out a few truncated hops, the irritated Quake using every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds to rattle Bridget’s brain-case. Cruelly delighted by the pained yelps her efforts produced, Avery heaped on a few more hop-shivers before she grrrrrrroooound Stroud’s temple against the point of her hip. And that wasn’t all. Careful to pivot away from Merle, she halved the Headlock and snatched a handful of Bridget’s hair and yanked it into an eye watering top-knot!
Sweet Disaster squealed in pain and wrapped her arms around the smaller wrestler’s waist in effort to march them toward the ropes, however Avery put a stop to that simply by thrusting the curve of her hip into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. Then she went right back to the temple grinding and hair tugging, Christian turning in a near constant circle to keep Merle confused and Bridget disoriented. “Ask her!” Baby Boss barked at the referee once she finally slowed to a stop. “I swear I felt tears on my hip, I think she’s already cryUUURRRRGGGGHHH!”
As previously mentioned, the neckline of Avery’s one-piece ended a mere inch above her navel, meaning that point served as excellent guidance for Stroud’s thumb, which she did in fact jab into the Quake’s bellybutton. But that was only worth a wince, the groan came when Stroud dug her remaining four fingers into Christian’s midsection like she meant to help herself to a Harley Jo sized serving of tummy!
“Sneaky bytch.” Avery grunted through the pain radiating out from her midsection. “You’re either terrified of my Headlock or really freakin’ stupid to reach a finger into my suit! You’re gonna regret it when I’m OOOWWWW OOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget responded with another gut-churning squeeze, the kind that made Avery forget her Headlock long enough for Sweet Disaster to slip ‘round behind for a Waistlock. Claw relinquished in favor of simply driving her knotted fists into the Quake’s firm midsection, Stroud muscled Avery off her feet, pivoted through a quarter circle and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP her opponent flat on her chest and belly with a classic Amateur Style Takedown!
Credit the rigorous training of one Chrissy Daniel and the vaunted genetics of Bethany Christian, Avery spun to a seat at once despite losing her wind in the land--“RRRGGGHHH!” The former rock climbing standout slipped her arms under Avery’s biceps and laced both hands across the nape of her neck to complete the Full Nelson.
“So you wanna play ‘Who’s the Strongest’, do ya Ave?” Bridget muttered as she forced the fireplug’s chin down into her own cleavage. “That’s fine with me. It’s one of my favorite ga--”
Baby Boss scooted forward in a spasmodic lurch and draped a foot over the bottom rope. “Break.” she growled. “Get your damned hands off merrrrrrggggghhhh!”
Bridget kicked her legs out behind, went up on tiptoe and really leaned into Christian’s back! Groaning as her spine was compressed and her forehead got closer and closer to the mat, Avery shouted, “ROPES, YOU DAMNED IDIOT! ROPES!”
Merle didn’t actually have to be told twice, he’d just allowed Bridget the silent courtesy five offered to all FAWN competitors. Once it was over he rattled off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Bridget released the Nelson, slid backward and got to her feet, all without taking her eyes off the grounded Quake. Not that Avery took her eyes off Sweet Disaster either, indeed she stared a hole through the other brunette after she’d spun to one knee. Knowing exactly how much time the rules allowed her to catch her breath, Avery burned through every bit of it, then used some more because what the hell was the zebra going to do about it? “Hey, moron.” she snapped her fingers in Merle’s direction once she’d regained her feet. “If I EVER see you take that long to start a count again, it’s your job, understand me?”
The ref didn’t get a chance to reply because an audible snort drew Christian’s attention to an infinitely more alluring target.” “Something funny, loser?” Avery sneered.
“Yeah. The idea that Bethany Christian would fire a referee because her daughter’s too soft to endure a little four HEY!”
Baby Boss exploded forward with a Toe Kick that might’ve gutted the Disaster if Stroud hadn’t caught her ankle in both hands. “Put me down right now, Stroud.” Avery sounded quite authoritative despite hopping on one foot. “Or it’ll be your job AND your WHOAH!”
Bridget slung her foe’s leg to the right, spinning Christian the younger around in a loopy circle that THWHAP! Minnesota Wild greeted Avery’s return with a short-range Clothesline that caught her opponent flush across the chest. Christian went down in a heap and Stroud was right there beside her, pouncing across the Quake’s prodigious chest and hooking the far leg to keep her down through…
ONE…
TWO…
Avery bucked Bridget loose and scrambled to boot-leather. For a moment it looked like she would rip Merle a newer new one, but Stroud put an end to those plans by sweeping her into a brawny Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The resultant pushing and shoving was quite fierce, with the competitors going chest to chest, then tummy to tummy and all the way back out again in an effort to impose their will. Yet no such imposition seemed forthcoming because neither brunette could gain the advantage for more than a few steps before her adversary wrested it away to reclaim the stretch of canvas she’d just lost.
Avery unlocked from her foe, shoving her way out of the Tie-Up, though Christian ended up backpedaling as much as Stroud. When Bridget stepped toward her, the fireplug brunette met fire with an inferno, pirouetting into a Discus Forearm Smash, knocking the so-called fearless right out of Bridget.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
The power built into the compact frame of the Baby Boss leaves Stroud left out in a spread eagle. Bridget’s able to lift her head, dark eyes glassy. The ‘what the?’ glaze didn’t lessen when Christian sank her fingers into Bridget’s raven locks and tugged Stroud up to her knees so Avery could take turns THUMPING right and left knees into Minnesota Wild, driving more and more of the senses from Stroud with each banging cap to the cranium. After a half dozen, Bridget leaned drunkenly into Avery, arms wrapped around Christian’s waist.
The Baby Boss cupped a hand under her foe’s sagging chin and brought Bridget’s eyes to hers.
“Upsy daisy.”
Avery used her hourglass power to haul Stroud to her feet. She secured Bridget’s left arm in a Chickenwing behind her foe as they stood face to face. Bethany’s only child wrapped her opposite arm around the waist of the Sweet Disaster, intent on making Bridget live up to her moniker. Latching her fingers around her opposite wrist at the base of Stroud’s spine, Avery lifted Bridget to tiptoes. The height difference prevented a full removal from the canvas, but the position was plenty good to draw a breathless gasp from Bridget when Avery flexed her biceps, sending every bit of energy into her embrace. She rattled Bridget from side to side and whispered in an ear.
“I’ve been waiting for some simpering little ‘It Girl’ to show these turds I’m not a legacy. I’m building my own damn name.”
Wisdom imparted, Christian grunted loudly as she lifted Bridget up and over in a Belly-to-Belly, Bridget’s back CRASHING to the canvas with a ring-rattling landing. She skidded to a stop, reaching for the base of her backbone, while the Baby Boss stalked her once more, shoving Merle aside when he drew too close for her comfort.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qs2LV88xLI
Bridget made it to a seated position when Christian sidled in from behind, spreading her legs to lower her stance. She planted palms on either temple of her foe and started to twist the braincase of the rankings climber, evidently hoping to unscrew Stroud’s head from her torso. Avery’s perfect pearlies clenched and likewise Bridget’s did too, though for altogether different reasons.
Wrenching every painful notch out of the Neck Vise, the Baby Boss released and piefaced the top of Bridget’s skull. She dropped to her knees behind the faltering Disaster, looped an arm in a backhand swing across Bridget’s throat and pulled Stroud into a dangerous Dragon Sleeper position.
Used to slipping out of tight spots on her climbs, Bridget got her boot soles planted and pushed toward Christian. Together they rose from the deck but the curvy Boss Baby kept her dragon well-fed. That was until she laid out and SPIKED the back of Bridget’s cranium into the canvas with an Inverted DDT. Stroud spread into a lifeless starfish and Avery rolls into a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdPvjLv-etQ
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget shoved her shoulders off the canvas, sending the Quake to her haunches. Avery gave a wicked SLAP to Stroud’s abdomen as punishment for forcing the match to continue. She yanked Bridget up roughly as she rose and shoved Stroud into a backpedal, Bridget catching her balance when she hit the ropes, arms wrapping over the top. Avery’s already on the opposite strands, rebounding into a sprint toward her adversary. She barreled across the canvas and NAILED Stroud with a clothesline sending the Fearless One back-flipping over the cable. Somehow Stroud grasped the rubber-coated steel, clenching it in a palm, keeping herself from taking a tumble to the cement below. Unfortunately, an unimpressed Avery grabbed Stroud by her hair and pulled the top half of into the ring, Bridget’s boots on the bottom rope. Christian rattled Stroud’s braincase with a European Uppercut.
The head of the Sweet Disaster snapped back, whiplashing from the impact. But it’s Avery who made certain Bridget didn’t head toward the crowd this time. A hand coiled around Bridget’s near wrist, Avery pulled the dazed Disaster forward so she balanced perilously on the uppermost cable, hung out to dry, her waistline creased atop the strand.
The Baby Boss took a full lap of the ring, reaching cruising speed as she made her final left turn and races at Stroud, sending an earthquake of a Yakuza Kick into the temple of Minnesota Wild.
Bridget was flung off the apron from the vicious collision, spinning like a top as she took flight, nothing saving her from a nasty landing on the thinly-padded concrete this time.
Avery skidded to a stop in a corner and stared down at the demolished ‘It Girl’ turned ‘Deep Shyt Girl’. She climbed the buckles and imperiously demanded the FAWNatics cheer for her lest her mother raise ticket prices. The crowd seemed willing to risk the additional cost, jeering the Baby Boss until she dropped to the canvas with Bridget stirring, slid through the ropes, and dropped to the floor in order to continue the ass kicking one needed to expect when facing a California Quake.
Bridget used the ring steps to reach her feet when a charging Avery brought the hammer down, or in this instance a Double Axhandle. But the Fearless fighter must’ve seen it coming out of the corner of her eye. She dropped to her knees, ducking and covering and the laced hands of the Baby Boss CLANGED into the metal of the top step instead. Yelping in pain, Avery turned away, shaking out her throbbing mitts and cursing a blue streak as Merle belatedly started his count on the brunettes.
As the curvy fireplug gathers her bearings, she turned to find Stroud and got a little too much of the charging Bridget. Fearlessly, Stroud’s leapt to the apron on her way down the length of the ring and soared off again when she closed with the Baby Boss, wiping Christian out with a Flying Clothesline.
Feeling and looking a bit more herself, Stroud peeled Avery off the deck, led her to the apron’s edge and began bashing Christian’s forehead with each count of the veteran referee. Avery’s skull THUMPED into the hardest part of the mat at SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT. The delighted crowd counted along before Bridget tossed her foe back in and joined the rattled Boss Baby a tick before TEN. Stroud hopped to her feet and swung an arm high, the crowd chanting back reflexively.
“FEAR…LESS!”
Bridget grinned and ripped the wobbly Christian to her feet, pulling her into a Front Facelock, grabbing some of the spandex on Avery’s hip.
From there Bridget dipped her head, just enough to sling the Quake’s near arm across her shoulders. Grip hooked, she bent her knees and muscledNO! Christian dropped to one knee in response, thwarting the Suplex attempt. On top of that she balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into the other brunette’s sleek-strong flank.
“Huuuhh…who do you think you are, punk?” Avery’s voice was still a little woozy in the aftermath of her recent misadventure on the outside of the ring. “I’m not about to let you go all Big Girl on my ass!”
Stroud started to respond, cut it off when Christian turned that draped arm into a Facelock of her own and caught hold of her waistband. Now it was her turn, the Baby Boss dipping her hips to hoist Bridget off herNO! “Too strong, short stuff!” Sweet Disaster poured more power into the Front Facelock as the two next generation stars squared off in a unique take on the Test of Strength. More than willing to meet Avery’s aggressions with some of her own, Stroud let loose of opposing spandex to land a few flat slaps followed by that many more punches.
Christian grunted, answered the attack with another grinding constriction on her Front Facelock. “Enjoy the cauliflower ears you prissy little gym rat.” she taunted. “Hope they don’t ruin your next athleisure photoshoGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Bridget squeezed right back, the muscles in her arm standing out in stark relief as the Facelock made Avery groan. “Don’t worry about me, Ave. I’ve never been afraid of bruises and scrapes. You though, you wrestle like someone who’s afraid to get--I don’t THINK SO!”
Christian’s punchin’ hand darted toward the center of Stroud’s trunks and might’ve made it if Minnesota Wild hadn’t caught her wrist at the last possible instant. “Not so fearless after all, are ya?” Avery sneered as their deadlock added a round of energetic hand-fighting. “I can’t wait to make you cry with a proper trunk muggOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Bridget took control of the contest by yanking Christian’s troublemakin’ hand (it was the left) out away from her torso long enough to THUMP a Cross-over Kneelift into her opponent’s tummy, Stroud just driving the broadside of her thigh into the Quake’s abs! Claiming full control of the clench as she felt Avery’s knees go watery, Bridget let out a triumphant roar and twisted beneath the other brunette in the blink of an eye, Avery ripped loose of her moorings to THWHAM down high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! The high-powered Swinging Neckbreaker tumbled Christian onto her right side, where she stayed until Stroud pulled her back and collected the far in brawny Crossbody that pointed Avery’s rump to the rafters for…
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6ujCKWOpmk
ONE…
TWO…
Baby Boss wrenched loose after ‘TWO’, not quite a near fall, but certainly a ‘near’ near fall. Bridget wasn’t the slightest bit discomfited, she merely filled her hands with Christian’s hair and hauled them the both of ‘em back to verticality, whereupon reaching she secured the same arrangement as previous, albeit with no meaningful resistance from the stymied Quake. Happy to tug Avery’s togs a little harder than she had to at liftoff, Stroud set her feet and boosted the smaller brunette from six to midnight in a single seemingly effortless arc. Of course after all that effort Bridget wasn’t about to simply drop her burden to the canvas, thus she moved her controlling hand from Christian’s hip to her tummy to better control the stall. Noting the delay almost immediately, the sold out Swelter crowd raised their voices in unison to best document Avery’s time in this unenviable position. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
A cheer interrupted their chronicle when Stroud pulled her hand away from Avery’s midsection so she could offer her followers a jaunty bicep flex! Switching over to an encouraging ‘you can be louder!’ wave as the FAWNatics did just that, Sweet Disaster set that hand back in place and kept it there until they’d reached ‘TWENTY!’ Then she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Christian offa the thinly-sheathed plywood.
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qONp6dwrwAc
Avery was stretched out in a picture perfect ‘pin me!’ spread eagle, but Stroud made no effort to cover her adversary. Rather she hurried to her feet, strode over to the edge of the ring and climbed out to the apron. A quick swing of her hips earned a raucous approval from the capacity crowd and similar praise from those watching elsewhere all over the globe, but the noise really picked up when Bridget vaulted onto the top rope and leapt off just as quickly, the nimble grappler stretching out full length to THA-WHAM down across Avery’s belly with a gut-churning Springboard Splash! Now Stroud did hook a leg, both of ‘em in fact, Minnesota Wild once again angling Christian’s backside into the overhead lights while Merle and the FAWNatics tolled off…
SPRINGBOARD SPLASH @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ktCN0tqDM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Avery kicked free with half a second to spare, the winded brunette rolling onto her tummy to prevent a follow-up cover. That was about as far as she got before Stroud hooked on at hip and shoulder and tugged her back to start. “Whoa, where you going sweetie? I thought you were here to humiliate an ‘It Girl’ tonight! You’re not giving up already, are you?”
“Screw you.” Christian hated the wheezy tone in her response, but couldn’t do a damned thing about it because she was still sucking wind after the Splash. “I’ll be whipping your ass again just as soon as I HEY! LET GO OF ME YOU PUTZZEERRRRRHHHHHH!”
Bridget, who’d pulled Avery to one knee in the midst of the Quake’s huffy rejoinder, absolutely did not let her opponent go, in fact she did the exact opposite. Positioned in close to Christian’s left side, Stroud braced her knee against the penitent grappler’s flank, then grabbed that arm and draped it over her posted thigh. From there she hunkered in close across Avery’s back so she could slip her left arm under Christian’s right bicep and thread it back across the nape of her neck. The arrangement was already unpleasant, it grew downright torturous once Minnesota Wild joined her hands in a tight S-grip and reeeeeeeeeeeefed back on the low-angle Abdominal Stretch!
LOW ANGLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqyryNGc89Q
“What do you say, Avery?” Merle asked in response to the crimped expression plastered across his charge’s face. “Do you want to give it up?”
“No!” Christian barked at once. “This soft little wannabe isn’t going to get anything from MMEEERRRRGGGHHHHHHH!”
Bridget rocked the hold up and down, her efforts exacerbating the painful angle of Baby Boss’ twisted torso. “Who’s soft, Avery? Huh?” Stroud asked, her tone far icier than usual. “Speak up, you pampered witch!”
“F*ck off!” Avery hissed. “The Quakes are gonna turn you into a smear on the canvas, honHRGH OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!”
Stroud broke the S-grip, but cupped her left hand under Christian’s chin to maintain control over the struggling brunette’s head. Now free to wander, Bridget’s right hand promptly sought out Avery’s tummy and dug in deep courtesy of a white-knuckle Belly Claw! Index finger gouged into Christian’s navel, Stroud squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled, Sweet Disaster apparently trying to knead the surrender out of Bethany’s little girl. “Ready to tap, Avery?” Bridget muttered. “Or does this It Girl have to tear off a few more handfuls of AAAARRRRHHH!”
Avery caught hold of her attacker’s hair in one hand and wrenched her head back which left Stroud’s face exposed just long enough for her to reach over and across, the Baby Boss raking her nails across the former rock climbing stand-out’s eyes! Bridget shrieked and shook her head but didn’t actually abandon the Abdominal Stretch, so Avery slipped free of her own accord and deftly hoisted Stroud up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carr-THAWHUMP! Avery threw herself back and down, the brunette Quake crushing her faltering opposition against the deck with an emphatic Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXPb9Al9sKI
Christian settled into a pin after the trip to the South Pacific, leaning the back of her curvy frame into the splayed Bridget’s chest and abdomen for…
ONE…
TWO…
With no hook around a leg, only Avery’s bodyweight across Stroud, Bridget pushed off and out from under the less than forceful pin with a second to spare, a wincing Baby Boss heaved to a seated position at Minnesota Wild’s side. Christian bounced on her backside throwing a hissy fit, shrieking at Merle, slapping the mat frantically with both palms before pulling her dark locks.
“YOU…CANNOT…BE SERIOUS!” she screamed at the official.
After working through her emotional breakdown, the Commissioner’s only child spun and caught a rising Stroud by the hair, ‘helping’ her up the rest of the way. She tugged the climber into a Front Facelock while swinging her opposite arm behind the knee of her foe, yanking that leg into a cradle. With Bridget’s equilibrium compromised, the fireplug showed the strength she packed into her powerglass figure, easily vaulting Bridget off the canvas, pivoting and delivering Stroud to the canvas with a violent Fisherman’s Buster.
FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRSKNPMJ2mI
The impact bounced a glassy-eyed Stroud to a seat, head drooping, senses barely intact. She flopped to a spread eagle, but the Baby Boss passed on the pin attempt. Still furious about the three-count that was but wasn’t, Christian apparently wanted to make doubly sure this time. She grabbed a wrist and tugged the Sweet Disaster to rubbery legs. Pointing her at a corner, Avery whipped Stroud on her way, the tawny-skinned beauty busting ass across the canvas before turning into a body-racking collision with the buckles.
Only a few steps behind came a charging Christian, the curvy brunette leaping into an Avalanche Splash that drew an ‘oooh’ from the crowd. She bounced off Bridget and swept the staggering Stroud past. Bridget made it to mid-ring before she fell to her knees, legs giving out in a delayed reaction to the avalanche.
A grinning Avery sidled after the penitent Disaster, curling around to slap on another Front Facelock and pull the jellied Bridget to her feet. Avery slipped a limp arm of her fellow brunette behind her neck, the opposite arm of Stroud hanging motionless, the Quake’s onslaught leaving Bridget a limp, lethargic wreck. The circumstances grew only more dire when Avery snapped Minnesota Wild to the deck with a wicked Swinging Neckbreaker that left Bridget a motionless ruin.
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ
Christian climbed aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for good measure, just to be sure about the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Again Bridget managed to resuscitate in time, kicking loose. This time the Baby Boss was in more shock than anger, staring off into space. Finally, she found someone to blame, her head swiveling to find Merle.
“You are SO going to be suspended without pay!”
Avery returned her attention to the bedraggled Bridget, latching onto a wrist and shoulder to pull the wreckage to her feet.
“Not looking much like a Quake survivor tonight, loser.”
Stroud showed some energy, swinging a wild slap in Christian’s direction, but Avery ducked the effort and used Stroud’s momentum to nestle in from behind, getting personal in setting up her lethal Twisted Sister Christian, a Crotch-Plex Powerbomb that would blow the hell out of the Sweet Disaster’s career momentum and put Bethany’s daughter on the fast track to a shot at the lightweight title.
But as Avery lifted and spun, Bridget put a little more ‘ooomph’ into the elevation than the Baby Boss was expecting and instead of a half-turn on the clock, Bridget managed to give a full spin of the wheel of fortune, landing back on her boot soles. The startled Christian lost control after the landing. She swung a Clothesline at the back of Bridget’s braincase, but the standings climber ducked under, eyes apparently in the back of her head.
As a whiffing Avery shuffled past, Stroud slipped in from behind and the side, first securing Christian’s near arm and sending it between the fireplug’s abbreviated legs. Garnering a Pumphandle, Bridget moved to Avery’s nine o’clock and sent the Baby Boss up then down, SMASHING Avery into the deck with a Pumphandle Sit-Out Powerbomb that rattled the ring and left Christian rocked between the extended stems of Minnesota Wild. With the pin pre-fabricated, the Sweet Disaster counted along with the delighted crowd for the…
PUMPHANDLE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVG9IcUHKgI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Now, it’s Bethany’s kid who proved she’s got what it takes to stay alive, shoving a shoulder off the canvas and leaving the FAWNatics in disappointment as she slopped to her side, trying to blink her senses back into place.
Bridget rose, showing a bit of unsteadiness. She snatched Christian’s left leg and turned Avery to her chest with a swing of the limb. With the stem still in her control, she crossed it with Avery’s opposite number. Turning her back to the downed Baby Boss, Bridget laced a leg with Avery’s crossed gams and dropped into a beautiful bridge. She hooked cupped hands under the chin of the mewling Christian and secured a Muta Lock, yanking Avery’s neck while the crown of her head held the bridge in place.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXrMM7GH2kY
A grunting Avery tried to pry her way free of the debilitating submission, but she’s trapped in the overturned clutches of her rival for five then ten seconds, Merle finally deciding to ask Christian if it’s time for her to give in.
Instead, the Baby Boss bore down, pulling her way toward the ropes and wrapping a palm around the bottom cable. Merle tapped on Bridget’s leg to let Sweet Disaster know it’s time to let go. Bridget showed a hint of frustration but did as she’s bid, quickly hopping to her feet, immediately ready for Bethany’s spawn to rise. Christian chose a different path, pulling herself out of the ring, apparently determining it’s time to take a break from the growing momentum of her foe.
Outside the Boss Baby got bratty with the complaining members of the front row, threatening to have each and every one ejected.
Within the squared circle, Bridget wasn’t enthused about the delay. She headed for the opposite cables, rebounded, and raced at her foe. Shooting out under the bottom rope with a Baseball Slide, she pounded both boots into Avery’s spine, sending Christian hurtling into the steel barricade, the Quake nearly tipping over the top and landing in the FAWNatical front row.
‘Nearly’ proved the operative word if only because Stroud managed to catch hold of Avery’s waistband before residual momentum carried her into the front row. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Bridget addressed Avery, though her attention swept over those fans within the sound of her voice. “Didn’t mama ever teach you not to run from a fight?”
Without waiting for an answer the purple-clad battler cupped her other hand into a palm and delivered several hard swats to the Quake’s vulnerable rump! The attack didn’t cause any sort of lasting seismic disturbance, though it did more than enough to set Christian’s cheeks a-jiggle and earn all sorts of approving cheers from the crowd.
Avery however was far less amused. “YOU CHEAP BRAT!” she raged. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS WITH OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
No more swats now, Sweet Disaster opted for straight clubberin’ in the form of three huge Overhand Forearm Smashes she THWAPPED across her opponent’s lower back. “How about we just square up right now?” Bridget huffed once Christian had settled down. “That sound good to you, Ave?”
Baby Boss offered some unintelligible curse, so Stroud peeled her off the barricade with a handful of trunks, then strengthened her control with some tresses so she could whip Avery through a full rotation prior to tossing her under the bottom rope. Bridget followed along perhaps a heartbeat behind and it was a good thing she did because Christian kept right on rolling, the cagey second generation superstar presumably en route to another breather on the opposite side of the squared circle. She’d just cleared the bottom rope when a scrambling Bridget reached out and caught a massive handful of hair. “OOOWWW! HAIR! HAIR, GODDAMMIT!”
Stroud knew she was working against the clock thanks to these two infractions, that’s why she wasted no time getting to her feet. This in turn forced Avery to clamber onto the apron so as not to denude her scalp. It also ensured a round of fierce mutual hair-pulling once Christian was on her feet, as she filled both hands with Bridget’s locks, all the better to wrench her head this way and that. For once Merle made no effort to coax his charges into acknowledging the rules, he simply hurried up to the action and demanded, “Off the hair, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’
Sweet Disaster released a whisper, or rather a shriek, before her adversary because Christian had spiked her with a Kneelift at that agonizing sweet spot south of the navel and north of the waistband. Switching over to a rough grip on the nape of Stroud’s neck, Avery slapped her a few times and barked, “You think I’m running from you, beeyotch? Try to keep up, I’ll show you the truth!” Avery rushed down the narrow ledge of the apron with Bridget in tow and promptly BWUUUNGED her forehead off the top turnbuckle! Stroud reeled on the spot but didn’t take a knee, so Christian pulled her in close with a two-handed clasp, then stepped back and dropped to the floor!
The ‘TWANG!’ of rope on throat battled with the roar of the crowd, who got progressively louder as Bridget staggered toward the middle of the ring and Avery rushed from floor to apron to high rent district. Standing tall a few seconds ahead of her gagging foe, Baby Boss joined her hands into a single fist, raised it overhead and leapt out into the void to bring that thunderous Double Axehandle down flush between Stroud’s eyeNO!
Bridget turned to the side and reached up with her right arm to hook it across the other brunette’s chest. In the same instant she caught hold of Avery’s trunks and made them vanish with a massive wedgie that coincided with Minnesota Wild muscling her burden high into the air. ‘Rocked Bottoms’ always got a roar from the crowd and tonight was no exception, most of the FAWNatics bouncing to their feet when Bridget THAWHAMMED her curvaceous cargo into the deck with ring-shivering force!
(almost)ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Bounced to a slumped seat by the hellacious slam, Avery paid the wedgie no heed at all, choosing instead to cradle the back of her head in both--
“MMMRRRRGGGGHHHAAAAAAAHHH!”
Kneeling beside the Quake, Bridget slung her left leg over Avery’s thighs and practically climbed into her lap to ensure the best possible perch when she ‘smecked’ the palm of her left hand tight against Christian’s unsuspecting mug! Palming the back of Avery’s head in her right hand, Stroud squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight, each finger showing white at the knuckle as she poured it on. “TAP!” she demanded. “TAP OUT, AVERY!” Baby Boss’ reply was a muffled shriek, though the scrabble and scrape of her hands at Bridget’s wrist suggested she wasn’t throwing in the towel. Bridget grimaced, then shifted so that the inside of her right knee was tight against Avery’s back. “Give it up, babe.” Bridget demanded as the struggling brunette began to slow. “Give it up or go to sleep!”
“Nuuuuuhhhh…. nooooooo!” Christian’s hands dropped loose at her sides and she wasn’t fighting anymore, just wriggling fitfully in her opponent’s grasp. After several more seconds Stroud abruptly pivoted into a full straddle that allowed her to push Avery flat against the canvas.
Seeing her shoulders down, Merle knelt to make the count, but Bridget interrupted with, “Check her hand, please. If she’s out, I wanna know.”
The official nodded, took hold of Avery’s right wrist and raised it high. It dropped to the mat without resistance when he let go. “One!” Merle tried again, got the same result. “Two!” One more to confirm… “Three, she’s out!”
The bell CLANGED so Bridget released her grip, though the victorious brunette maintained her straddle while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… BRIDGET STROUD!”
All smiles now that the ‘W’ was in the record books, Bridget rose to her full height and very deliberately planted a foot atop Avery’s chest. “I love the view from the summit.” Stroud murmured. “Especially when it’s of a brat like--”
A change in the crowd’s tone clued Bridget to a looming threat, meaning she had barely enough time to take a step back when Kat Braddock dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. “What do you think you’re doing, putz?” the Brat stepped around rather than over her prone partner, Braddock settling into a protective position. “You think you can just embarrass a California Quake and not pay the price?”
KAT BRADDOCK:
“I think I won fair and square, Brat.” Bridget snapped. “You don’t like it? Do something about it.”
Kat’s dark eyes flashed with delight at the prospect. “Oh cutie, you do NOT want that. You barely snuck one past Avery. Tangling with me in this condition? I’d destroy--” she fell off in infuriated silence when Stroud raised a hand and made it babble in the universally recognized, ‘Talk, talk, talk’ dismissal.
“I don’t deal in threats, hun.” Bridget growled. “You want to enjoy the view from the top? Then you gotta step to the mountain. If you’re not ready for that, then shut up and get out of my--”
CRACK!
Braddock stepped up and slapped the taste of out Minnesota Wild’s mouth! “Don’t you EVER take that tone with me, bytch! Or this Quake will crush your precious mountain to dusNNNNNGGHHH!”
Bridget slapped her in return, a whipping backhand that turned Kat’s head to one side. “Still nothing but TALK.” the brunette murmured. “Now are we going to fight or are we going to-”
Braddock shoved her, Stroud shoved back and there may have well been an impromptu match then and there if Merle and a few of his zebra brethren hadn’t scurried into the ring to separate the Quake and the Sweet Disaster.
“You’ve done it now, putz!” Braddock promised as she was ushered from the ring along with her semiconscious compatriot. “You feel the ground shifting beneath your feet? The Quakes are gonna swallow you whole!”
“Bring it on!” Bridget barked after her. “I already beat the boss’ daughter, I can beat a Bargain Imp, no sweat!”
Kat bared her teeth, lunged, but couldn’t get past the wall of black & white. Frustrated, she snapped an invisible stick in her hands, threw it in Bridget’s direction, then flipped her off for good measure.
Bridget smirked, offered her a cheeky double bicep flex that lasted until both Quakes were through the curtain. “Got lucky tonight, Brat.” she told the camera. “Let’s see how lucky you feel when I come looking for you.”
With that she winked, offered up another bicep flex and slipped through the ropes to begin her winner’s walk up the ramp.
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Sweltering revelers sprang to their feet when the house lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over the crowd. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ever lengthening highlight reel (including a few of the more breathtaking moments from her Falls Count Anywhere war with Penelope Tremblay) interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned burgeoning FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made since hitting Orlando the year prior.
Looking considerably more at ease than the last time she made a pay-per-view appearance, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for the fans before she pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For tonight’s trip up a brand new mountain, Stroud wore her usual purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a gleaming white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud made her way to the man, the myth, the legend known only as Merle.
“Tell me Merle, what’s more dangerous?” Bridget asked as she offered him her elbows, wrists and knees. “A mountain or an earthquake?”
“Hmmh. Well, I guess there’s nothing inherently dangerous about a mountain if you’re paying attention, so I’ll say earthquake. Why?”
Bridget arched a disapproving eyebrow. “Allow me to clarify. What’s more dangerous, a snotty little boss’ daughter… or me?”
Merle blinked. “Oh. OH! Why, you of course, Ms. Bridget! You’re the Sweet Disaster after all!”
“Damned right, Merle.” Stroud offered him a smile and a pat on the shoulder as she headed to the far corner where she settled in to await the arrival of tonight’s particularly bratty obstacle.
With the Sweet Disaster perfectly situated to live up to her poor choice of a handle, there’s a rumble through the arena’s sound system, soft at first but growing. Understanding what the sound of tonight’s tremblor signified, the Orlando faithful moved to the edge of their seats. The FAWNatics’ jeers soon competed with the blaring sound of police sirens and those sirens were just as quickly joined, and overwhelmed, by an industrial dirge.
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
As Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumped over the speakers, the corporate progeny of FAWN’s long-time commissioner strode onto the stage. The Baby Boss stood alone, without Mama Christian or any of her fellow Quakes, for dealing with the asinine aspirant in the ring would require no assistance.
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, the CEO’s daughter possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery was enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seem designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscrossed her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots were all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The fans well understood Bethany’s daughter cared not to court their favor and her disgust toward them was only exacerbated by one of the horde’s favorites waiting for her in the ring. Avery’s only response to their vocal scorn was a dismissive wave of the hand to each side of the railing as she stalked her way toward the ring.
As Christian approaches, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd to the fact the Boss Baby is very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presents.
Ascending the ring steps, Avery stopped for Merle to prop open the ropes. He dutifully sat on the middle, pushing up the top. Avery stepped through, warning the dope he should not have made her wait even for the single second she was delayed.
Moving to the ropes nearest the hard cam, Avery placed one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising and leaning over the top rope, giving the home audience a generous look at her bounty while totally ignoring her foe.
The Baby Boss could hear Bethany’s voice in the back of her mind, a stern “Cool it with the peep show” ringing from past experiences. Avery grinned and moved to center stage, knowing she’s enthralled the fans and pissed off mom at the same time.
The Announcer interrupted the festivities as Avery’s accompaniment faded into the background.
“And introducing her opponent…hailing from Santa Monica California via Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN… She is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!”
The FAWNatics booed lustily. Avery only smileed sweetly in return, holding up a hand, a microphone having found its way there. Bethany’s baby girl pulled it to her lips.
“Rabble. Rabble, please. Quiet yourselves,” Christian demanded. “In the heat of Summer Swelter, this flash in the pan is finally going to learn how hot a FAWN ring can be and that the mat under her feet can shake from the Quakes even this far from the Golden State.”
Avery handed the stick over to Merle and Bethany’s busty offspring moved to the corner opposite Bridget, the Baby Boss ready to lay down some Christian judgment on the It Girl.
A ‘FEARLESS!’ chants from the Stroud contingent started as soon as the bell sounded, much to Bridget’s amusement and Avery’s disgust. Not about to let any glorified game show contestant hog her spotlight, Christian strode to the center of the ring and claimed it with a single possessive stomp. “Fearless, huh?” she asked of the other brunette. “Well if you’re so fearless, how come you’re not out here gettin’ yourself some of this?” The second generation Quake raised both arms in a jaunty, taunty double bicep flex that earned a fair share of appreciative whistles from the capacity crowd. “Come on, punk!” she taunted. “Come grab your tickets to the gun show!”
Bridget smiled, but made a quick check of the ring to make sure the other two thirds of Avery’s faction hadn’t materialized since the opening bell. Finding the coast clear, Sweet Disaster joined Christian in the middle of the squared circle and said, “It was sweet of you to get me tickets, Ave. But you shouldn’t have. I’ve got a season pass, you see.”
Avery snorted. “Oh, do you?”
“Yeah, two of ‘em, in fact.” Stroud confirmed. “They’re behind these rocks!” Bridget busted out her own double bicep flex, all the sinew and fibers in her arms shredding into sharp relief in the crisp overhead lights.
The FAWNatics roared their approval while the Baby Boss only scoffed in derision. “Spin Class Arms if ever I’ve seen them.” she taunted. “If you were REALLY confident…” the ferocious fireplug hoisted her right hand overhead, almost flicking the tip of Bridget’s nose in the process, “…you’d put up or shut up.”
“All you had to do was ask, cutie.” Stroud lifted her left hand to join Avery’s, then went up on her tiptoes to put it beyond the shorter wrestler’s reach even if she went to tiptoe herself.
Avery fumed at the chuckles from the crowd, though it was Bridget that received the brunt of her ire. She dropped her hand and chested into Bridget with enough force to rock the taller wrestler back on her heels. “You think you’re funny, bytch?”
“I think I put up.” Stroud wasn’t smiling anymore. “So why don’t you just go ahead and shut HRRRGGHHH!”
Avery did go up on tiptoe, not to join the Test of Strength, but to cinch her right arm around the Minnesotan’s noggin in a gnashing Side Headlock! “Where’re them rocks now, huh? Huh punk!?” Christian didn’t just jounce in place, she busted out a few truncated hops, the irritated Quake using every bit of her hundred and twenty-five pounds to rattle Bridget’s brain-case. Cruelly delighted by the pained yelps her efforts produced, Avery heaped on a few more hop-shivers before she grrrrrrroooound Stroud’s temple against the point of her hip. And that wasn’t all. Careful to pivot away from Merle, she halved the Headlock and snatched a handful of Bridget’s hair and yanked it into an eye watering top-knot!
Sweet Disaster squealed in pain and wrapped her arms around the smaller wrestler’s waist in effort to march them toward the ropes, however Avery put a stop to that simply by thrusting the curve of her hip into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. Then she went right back to the temple grinding and hair tugging, Christian turning in a near constant circle to keep Merle confused and Bridget disoriented. “Ask her!” Baby Boss barked at the referee once she finally slowed to a stop. “I swear I felt tears on my hip, I think she’s already cryUUURRRRGGGGHHH!”
As previously mentioned, the neckline of Avery’s one-piece ended a mere inch above her navel, meaning that point served as excellent guidance for Stroud’s thumb, which she did in fact jab into the Quake’s bellybutton. But that was only worth a wince, the groan came when Stroud dug her remaining four fingers into Christian’s midsection like she meant to help herself to a Harley Jo sized serving of tummy!
“Sneaky bytch.” Avery grunted through the pain radiating out from her midsection. “You’re either terrified of my Headlock or really freakin’ stupid to reach a finger into my suit! You’re gonna regret it when I’m OOOWWWW OOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget responded with another gut-churning squeeze, the kind that made Avery forget her Headlock long enough for Sweet Disaster to slip ‘round behind for a Waistlock. Claw relinquished in favor of simply driving her knotted fists into the Quake’s firm midsection, Stroud muscled Avery off her feet, pivoted through a quarter circle and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP her opponent flat on her chest and belly with a classic Amateur Style Takedown!
Credit the rigorous training of one Chrissy Daniel and the vaunted genetics of Bethany Christian, Avery spun to a seat at once despite losing her wind in the land--“RRRGGGHHH!” The former rock climbing standout slipped her arms under Avery’s biceps and laced both hands across the nape of her neck to complete the Full Nelson.
“So you wanna play ‘Who’s the Strongest’, do ya Ave?” Bridget muttered as she forced the fireplug’s chin down into her own cleavage. “That’s fine with me. It’s one of my favorite ga--”
Baby Boss scooted forward in a spasmodic lurch and draped a foot over the bottom rope. “Break.” she growled. “Get your damned hands off merrrrrrggggghhhh!”
Bridget kicked her legs out behind, went up on tiptoe and really leaned into Christian’s back! Groaning as her spine was compressed and her forehead got closer and closer to the mat, Avery shouted, “ROPES, YOU DAMNED IDIOT! ROPES!”
Merle didn’t actually have to be told twice, he’d just allowed Bridget the silent courtesy five offered to all FAWN competitors. Once it was over he rattled off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Bridget released the Nelson, slid backward and got to her feet, all without taking her eyes off the grounded Quake. Not that Avery took her eyes off Sweet Disaster either, indeed she stared a hole through the other brunette after she’d spun to one knee. Knowing exactly how much time the rules allowed her to catch her breath, Avery burned through every bit of it, then used some more because what the hell was the zebra going to do about it? “Hey, moron.” she snapped her fingers in Merle’s direction once she’d regained her feet. “If I EVER see you take that long to start a count again, it’s your job, understand me?”
The ref didn’t get a chance to reply because an audible snort drew Christian’s attention to an infinitely more alluring target.” “Something funny, loser?” Avery sneered.
“Yeah. The idea that Bethany Christian would fire a referee because her daughter’s too soft to endure a little four HEY!”
Baby Boss exploded forward with a Toe Kick that might’ve gutted the Disaster if Stroud hadn’t caught her ankle in both hands. “Put me down right now, Stroud.” Avery sounded quite authoritative despite hopping on one foot. “Or it’ll be your job AND your WHOAH!”
Bridget slung her foe’s leg to the right, spinning Christian the younger around in a loopy circle that THWHAP! Minnesota Wild greeted Avery’s return with a short-range Clothesline that caught her opponent flush across the chest. Christian went down in a heap and Stroud was right there beside her, pouncing across the Quake’s prodigious chest and hooking the far leg to keep her down through…
ONE…
TWO…
Avery bucked Bridget loose and scrambled to boot-leather. For a moment it looked like she would rip Merle a newer new one, but Stroud put an end to those plans by sweeping her into a brawny Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The resultant pushing and shoving was quite fierce, with the competitors going chest to chest, then tummy to tummy and all the way back out again in an effort to impose their will. Yet no such imposition seemed forthcoming because neither brunette could gain the advantage for more than a few steps before her adversary wrested it away to reclaim the stretch of canvas she’d just lost.
Avery unlocked from her foe, shoving her way out of the Tie-Up, though Christian ended up backpedaling as much as Stroud. When Bridget stepped toward her, the fireplug brunette met fire with an inferno, pirouetting into a Discus Forearm Smash, knocking the so-called fearless right out of Bridget.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
The power built into the compact frame of the Baby Boss leaves Stroud left out in a spread eagle. Bridget’s able to lift her head, dark eyes glassy. The ‘what the?’ glaze didn’t lessen when Christian sank her fingers into Bridget’s raven locks and tugged Stroud up to her knees so Avery could take turns THUMPING right and left knees into Minnesota Wild, driving more and more of the senses from Stroud with each banging cap to the cranium. After a half dozen, Bridget leaned drunkenly into Avery, arms wrapped around Christian’s waist.
The Baby Boss cupped a hand under her foe’s sagging chin and brought Bridget’s eyes to hers.
“Upsy daisy.”
Avery used her hourglass power to haul Stroud to her feet. She secured Bridget’s left arm in a Chickenwing behind her foe as they stood face to face. Bethany’s only child wrapped her opposite arm around the waist of the Sweet Disaster, intent on making Bridget live up to her moniker. Latching her fingers around her opposite wrist at the base of Stroud’s spine, Avery lifted Bridget to tiptoes. The height difference prevented a full removal from the canvas, but the position was plenty good to draw a breathless gasp from Bridget when Avery flexed her biceps, sending every bit of energy into her embrace. She rattled Bridget from side to side and whispered in an ear.
“I’ve been waiting for some simpering little ‘It Girl’ to show these turds I’m not a legacy. I’m building my own damn name.”
Wisdom imparted, Christian grunted loudly as she lifted Bridget up and over in a Belly-to-Belly, Bridget’s back CRASHING to the canvas with a ring-rattling landing. She skidded to a stop, reaching for the base of her backbone, while the Baby Boss stalked her once more, shoving Merle aside when he drew too close for her comfort.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qs2LV88xLI
Bridget made it to a seated position when Christian sidled in from behind, spreading her legs to lower her stance. She planted palms on either temple of her foe and started to twist the braincase of the rankings climber, evidently hoping to unscrew Stroud’s head from her torso. Avery’s perfect pearlies clenched and likewise Bridget’s did too, though for altogether different reasons.
Wrenching every painful notch out of the Neck Vise, the Baby Boss released and piefaced the top of Bridget’s skull. She dropped to her knees behind the faltering Disaster, looped an arm in a backhand swing across Bridget’s throat and pulled Stroud into a dangerous Dragon Sleeper position.
Used to slipping out of tight spots on her climbs, Bridget got her boot soles planted and pushed toward Christian. Together they rose from the deck but the curvy Boss Baby kept her dragon well-fed. That was until she laid out and SPIKED the back of Bridget’s cranium into the canvas with an Inverted DDT. Stroud spread into a lifeless starfish and Avery rolls into a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdPvjLv-etQ
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget shoved her shoulders off the canvas, sending the Quake to her haunches. Avery gave a wicked SLAP to Stroud’s abdomen as punishment for forcing the match to continue. She yanked Bridget up roughly as she rose and shoved Stroud into a backpedal, Bridget catching her balance when she hit the ropes, arms wrapping over the top. Avery’s already on the opposite strands, rebounding into a sprint toward her adversary. She barreled across the canvas and NAILED Stroud with a clothesline sending the Fearless One back-flipping over the cable. Somehow Stroud grasped the rubber-coated steel, clenching it in a palm, keeping herself from taking a tumble to the cement below. Unfortunately, an unimpressed Avery grabbed Stroud by her hair and pulled the top half of into the ring, Bridget’s boots on the bottom rope. Christian rattled Stroud’s braincase with a European Uppercut.
The head of the Sweet Disaster snapped back, whiplashing from the impact. But it’s Avery who made certain Bridget didn’t head toward the crowd this time. A hand coiled around Bridget’s near wrist, Avery pulled the dazed Disaster forward so she balanced perilously on the uppermost cable, hung out to dry, her waistline creased atop the strand.
The Baby Boss took a full lap of the ring, reaching cruising speed as she made her final left turn and races at Stroud, sending an earthquake of a Yakuza Kick into the temple of Minnesota Wild.
Bridget was flung off the apron from the vicious collision, spinning like a top as she took flight, nothing saving her from a nasty landing on the thinly-padded concrete this time.
Avery skidded to a stop in a corner and stared down at the demolished ‘It Girl’ turned ‘Deep Shyt Girl’. She climbed the buckles and imperiously demanded the FAWNatics cheer for her lest her mother raise ticket prices. The crowd seemed willing to risk the additional cost, jeering the Baby Boss until she dropped to the canvas with Bridget stirring, slid through the ropes, and dropped to the floor in order to continue the ass kicking one needed to expect when facing a California Quake.
Bridget used the ring steps to reach her feet when a charging Avery brought the hammer down, or in this instance a Double Axhandle. But the Fearless fighter must’ve seen it coming out of the corner of her eye. She dropped to her knees, ducking and covering and the laced hands of the Baby Boss CLANGED into the metal of the top step instead. Yelping in pain, Avery turned away, shaking out her throbbing mitts and cursing a blue streak as Merle belatedly started his count on the brunettes.
As the curvy fireplug gathers her bearings, she turned to find Stroud and got a little too much of the charging Bridget. Fearlessly, Stroud’s leapt to the apron on her way down the length of the ring and soared off again when she closed with the Baby Boss, wiping Christian out with a Flying Clothesline.
Feeling and looking a bit more herself, Stroud peeled Avery off the deck, led her to the apron’s edge and began bashing Christian’s forehead with each count of the veteran referee. Avery’s skull THUMPED into the hardest part of the mat at SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT. The delighted crowd counted along before Bridget tossed her foe back in and joined the rattled Boss Baby a tick before TEN. Stroud hopped to her feet and swung an arm high, the crowd chanting back reflexively.
“FEAR…LESS!”
Bridget grinned and ripped the wobbly Christian to her feet, pulling her into a Front Facelock, grabbing some of the spandex on Avery’s hip.
From there Bridget dipped her head, just enough to sling the Quake’s near arm across her shoulders. Grip hooked, she bent her knees and muscledNO! Christian dropped to one knee in response, thwarting the Suplex attempt. On top of that she balled her free hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen punches into the other brunette’s sleek-strong flank.
“Huuuhh…who do you think you are, punk?” Avery’s voice was still a little woozy in the aftermath of her recent misadventure on the outside of the ring. “I’m not about to let you go all Big Girl on my ass!”
Stroud started to respond, cut it off when Christian turned that draped arm into a Facelock of her own and caught hold of her waistband. Now it was her turn, the Baby Boss dipping her hips to hoist Bridget off herNO! “Too strong, short stuff!” Sweet Disaster poured more power into the Front Facelock as the two next generation stars squared off in a unique take on the Test of Strength. More than willing to meet Avery’s aggressions with some of her own, Stroud let loose of opposing spandex to land a few flat slaps followed by that many more punches.
Christian grunted, answered the attack with another grinding constriction on her Front Facelock. “Enjoy the cauliflower ears you prissy little gym rat.” she taunted. “Hope they don’t ruin your next athleisure photoshoGGRRRRHHHHH!”
Bridget squeezed right back, the muscles in her arm standing out in stark relief as the Facelock made Avery groan. “Don’t worry about me, Ave. I’ve never been afraid of bruises and scrapes. You though, you wrestle like someone who’s afraid to get--I don’t THINK SO!”
Christian’s punchin’ hand darted toward the center of Stroud’s trunks and might’ve made it if Minnesota Wild hadn’t caught her wrist at the last possible instant. “Not so fearless after all, are ya?” Avery sneered as their deadlock added a round of energetic hand-fighting. “I can’t wait to make you cry with a proper trunk muggOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Bridget took control of the contest by yanking Christian’s troublemakin’ hand (it was the left) out away from her torso long enough to THUMP a Cross-over Kneelift into her opponent’s tummy, Stroud just driving the broadside of her thigh into the Quake’s abs! Claiming full control of the clench as she felt Avery’s knees go watery, Bridget let out a triumphant roar and twisted beneath the other brunette in the blink of an eye, Avery ripped loose of her moorings to THWHAM down high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! The high-powered Swinging Neckbreaker tumbled Christian onto her right side, where she stayed until Stroud pulled her back and collected the far in brawny Crossbody that pointed Avery’s rump to the rafters for…
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6ujCKWOpmk
ONE…
TWO…
Baby Boss wrenched loose after ‘TWO’, not quite a near fall, but certainly a ‘near’ near fall. Bridget wasn’t the slightest bit discomfited, she merely filled her hands with Christian’s hair and hauled them the both of ‘em back to verticality, whereupon reaching she secured the same arrangement as previous, albeit with no meaningful resistance from the stymied Quake. Happy to tug Avery’s togs a little harder than she had to at liftoff, Stroud set her feet and boosted the smaller brunette from six to midnight in a single seemingly effortless arc. Of course after all that effort Bridget wasn’t about to simply drop her burden to the canvas, thus she moved her controlling hand from Christian’s hip to her tummy to better control the stall. Noting the delay almost immediately, the sold out Swelter crowd raised their voices in unison to best document Avery’s time in this unenviable position. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
A cheer interrupted their chronicle when Stroud pulled her hand away from Avery’s midsection so she could offer her followers a jaunty bicep flex! Switching over to an encouraging ‘you can be louder!’ wave as the FAWNatics did just that, Sweet Disaster set that hand back in place and kept it there until they’d reached ‘TWENTY!’ Then she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Christian offa the thinly-sheathed plywood.
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qONp6dwrwAc
Avery was stretched out in a picture perfect ‘pin me!’ spread eagle, but Stroud made no effort to cover her adversary. Rather she hurried to her feet, strode over to the edge of the ring and climbed out to the apron. A quick swing of her hips earned a raucous approval from the capacity crowd and similar praise from those watching elsewhere all over the globe, but the noise really picked up when Bridget vaulted onto the top rope and leapt off just as quickly, the nimble grappler stretching out full length to THA-WHAM down across Avery’s belly with a gut-churning Springboard Splash! Now Stroud did hook a leg, both of ‘em in fact, Minnesota Wild once again angling Christian’s backside into the overhead lights while Merle and the FAWNatics tolled off…
SPRINGBOARD SPLASH @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ktCN0tqDM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Avery kicked free with half a second to spare, the winded brunette rolling onto her tummy to prevent a follow-up cover. That was about as far as she got before Stroud hooked on at hip and shoulder and tugged her back to start. “Whoa, where you going sweetie? I thought you were here to humiliate an ‘It Girl’ tonight! You’re not giving up already, are you?”
“Screw you.” Christian hated the wheezy tone in her response, but couldn’t do a damned thing about it because she was still sucking wind after the Splash. “I’ll be whipping your ass again just as soon as I HEY! LET GO OF ME YOU PUTZZEERRRRRHHHHHH!”
Bridget, who’d pulled Avery to one knee in the midst of the Quake’s huffy rejoinder, absolutely did not let her opponent go, in fact she did the exact opposite. Positioned in close to Christian’s left side, Stroud braced her knee against the penitent grappler’s flank, then grabbed that arm and draped it over her posted thigh. From there she hunkered in close across Avery’s back so she could slip her left arm under Christian’s right bicep and thread it back across the nape of her neck. The arrangement was already unpleasant, it grew downright torturous once Minnesota Wild joined her hands in a tight S-grip and reeeeeeeeeeeefed back on the low-angle Abdominal Stretch!
LOW ANGLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqyryNGc89Q
“What do you say, Avery?” Merle asked in response to the crimped expression plastered across his charge’s face. “Do you want to give it up?”
“No!” Christian barked at once. “This soft little wannabe isn’t going to get anything from MMEEERRRRGGGHHHHHHH!”
Bridget rocked the hold up and down, her efforts exacerbating the painful angle of Baby Boss’ twisted torso. “Who’s soft, Avery? Huh?” Stroud asked, her tone far icier than usual. “Speak up, you pampered witch!”
“F*ck off!” Avery hissed. “The Quakes are gonna turn you into a smear on the canvas, honHRGH OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!”
Stroud broke the S-grip, but cupped her left hand under Christian’s chin to maintain control over the struggling brunette’s head. Now free to wander, Bridget’s right hand promptly sought out Avery’s tummy and dug in deep courtesy of a white-knuckle Belly Claw! Index finger gouged into Christian’s navel, Stroud squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled, Sweet Disaster apparently trying to knead the surrender out of Bethany’s little girl. “Ready to tap, Avery?” Bridget muttered. “Or does this It Girl have to tear off a few more handfuls of AAAARRRRHHH!”
Avery caught hold of her attacker’s hair in one hand and wrenched her head back which left Stroud’s face exposed just long enough for her to reach over and across, the Baby Boss raking her nails across the former rock climbing stand-out’s eyes! Bridget shrieked and shook her head but didn’t actually abandon the Abdominal Stretch, so Avery slipped free of her own accord and deftly hoisted Stroud up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carr-THAWHUMP! Avery threw herself back and down, the brunette Quake crushing her faltering opposition against the deck with an emphatic Samoan Drop!
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXPb9Al9sKI
Christian settled into a pin after the trip to the South Pacific, leaning the back of her curvy frame into the splayed Bridget’s chest and abdomen for…
ONE…
TWO…
With no hook around a leg, only Avery’s bodyweight across Stroud, Bridget pushed off and out from under the less than forceful pin with a second to spare, a wincing Baby Boss heaved to a seated position at Minnesota Wild’s side. Christian bounced on her backside throwing a hissy fit, shrieking at Merle, slapping the mat frantically with both palms before pulling her dark locks.
“YOU…CANNOT…BE SERIOUS!” she screamed at the official.
After working through her emotional breakdown, the Commissioner’s only child spun and caught a rising Stroud by the hair, ‘helping’ her up the rest of the way. She tugged the climber into a Front Facelock while swinging her opposite arm behind the knee of her foe, yanking that leg into a cradle. With Bridget’s equilibrium compromised, the fireplug showed the strength she packed into her powerglass figure, easily vaulting Bridget off the canvas, pivoting and delivering Stroud to the canvas with a violent Fisherman’s Buster.
FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRSKNPMJ2mI
The impact bounced a glassy-eyed Stroud to a seat, head drooping, senses barely intact. She flopped to a spread eagle, but the Baby Boss passed on the pin attempt. Still furious about the three-count that was but wasn’t, Christian apparently wanted to make doubly sure this time. She grabbed a wrist and tugged the Sweet Disaster to rubbery legs. Pointing her at a corner, Avery whipped Stroud on her way, the tawny-skinned beauty busting ass across the canvas before turning into a body-racking collision with the buckles.
Only a few steps behind came a charging Christian, the curvy brunette leaping into an Avalanche Splash that drew an ‘oooh’ from the crowd. She bounced off Bridget and swept the staggering Stroud past. Bridget made it to mid-ring before she fell to her knees, legs giving out in a delayed reaction to the avalanche.
A grinning Avery sidled after the penitent Disaster, curling around to slap on another Front Facelock and pull the jellied Bridget to her feet. Avery slipped a limp arm of her fellow brunette behind her neck, the opposite arm of Stroud hanging motionless, the Quake’s onslaught leaving Bridget a limp, lethargic wreck. The circumstances grew only more dire when Avery snapped Minnesota Wild to the deck with a wicked Swinging Neckbreaker that left Bridget a motionless ruin.
SNAP SWINGING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmhWpkJ8QQ
Christian climbed aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for good measure, just to be sure about the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Again Bridget managed to resuscitate in time, kicking loose. This time the Baby Boss was in more shock than anger, staring off into space. Finally, she found someone to blame, her head swiveling to find Merle.
“You are SO going to be suspended without pay!”
Avery returned her attention to the bedraggled Bridget, latching onto a wrist and shoulder to pull the wreckage to her feet.
“Not looking much like a Quake survivor tonight, loser.”
Stroud showed some energy, swinging a wild slap in Christian’s direction, but Avery ducked the effort and used Stroud’s momentum to nestle in from behind, getting personal in setting up her lethal Twisted Sister Christian, a Crotch-Plex Powerbomb that would blow the hell out of the Sweet Disaster’s career momentum and put Bethany’s daughter on the fast track to a shot at the lightweight title.
But as Avery lifted and spun, Bridget put a little more ‘ooomph’ into the elevation than the Baby Boss was expecting and instead of a half-turn on the clock, Bridget managed to give a full spin of the wheel of fortune, landing back on her boot soles. The startled Christian lost control after the landing. She swung a Clothesline at the back of Bridget’s braincase, but the standings climber ducked under, eyes apparently in the back of her head.
As a whiffing Avery shuffled past, Stroud slipped in from behind and the side, first securing Christian’s near arm and sending it between the fireplug’s abbreviated legs. Garnering a Pumphandle, Bridget moved to Avery’s nine o’clock and sent the Baby Boss up then down, SMASHING Avery into the deck with a Pumphandle Sit-Out Powerbomb that rattled the ring and left Christian rocked between the extended stems of Minnesota Wild. With the pin pre-fabricated, the Sweet Disaster counted along with the delighted crowd for the…
PUMPHANDLE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVG9IcUHKgI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Now, it’s Bethany’s kid who proved she’s got what it takes to stay alive, shoving a shoulder off the canvas and leaving the FAWNatics in disappointment as she slopped to her side, trying to blink her senses back into place.
Bridget rose, showing a bit of unsteadiness. She snatched Christian’s left leg and turned Avery to her chest with a swing of the limb. With the stem still in her control, she crossed it with Avery’s opposite number. Turning her back to the downed Baby Boss, Bridget laced a leg with Avery’s crossed gams and dropped into a beautiful bridge. She hooked cupped hands under the chin of the mewling Christian and secured a Muta Lock, yanking Avery’s neck while the crown of her head held the bridge in place.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXrMM7GH2kY
A grunting Avery tried to pry her way free of the debilitating submission, but she’s trapped in the overturned clutches of her rival for five then ten seconds, Merle finally deciding to ask Christian if it’s time for her to give in.
Instead, the Baby Boss bore down, pulling her way toward the ropes and wrapping a palm around the bottom cable. Merle tapped on Bridget’s leg to let Sweet Disaster know it’s time to let go. Bridget showed a hint of frustration but did as she’s bid, quickly hopping to her feet, immediately ready for Bethany’s spawn to rise. Christian chose a different path, pulling herself out of the ring, apparently determining it’s time to take a break from the growing momentum of her foe.
Outside the Boss Baby got bratty with the complaining members of the front row, threatening to have each and every one ejected.
Within the squared circle, Bridget wasn’t enthused about the delay. She headed for the opposite cables, rebounded, and raced at her foe. Shooting out under the bottom rope with a Baseball Slide, she pounded both boots into Avery’s spine, sending Christian hurtling into the steel barricade, the Quake nearly tipping over the top and landing in the FAWNatical front row.
‘Nearly’ proved the operative word if only because Stroud managed to catch hold of Avery’s waistband before residual momentum carried her into the front row. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Bridget addressed Avery, though her attention swept over those fans within the sound of her voice. “Didn’t mama ever teach you not to run from a fight?”
Without waiting for an answer the purple-clad battler cupped her other hand into a palm and delivered several hard swats to the Quake’s vulnerable rump! The attack didn’t cause any sort of lasting seismic disturbance, though it did more than enough to set Christian’s cheeks a-jiggle and earn all sorts of approving cheers from the crowd.
Avery however was far less amused. “YOU CHEAP BRAT!” she raged. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS WITH OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
No more swats now, Sweet Disaster opted for straight clubberin’ in the form of three huge Overhand Forearm Smashes she THWAPPED across her opponent’s lower back. “How about we just square up right now?” Bridget huffed once Christian had settled down. “That sound good to you, Ave?”
Baby Boss offered some unintelligible curse, so Stroud peeled her off the barricade with a handful of trunks, then strengthened her control with some tresses so she could whip Avery through a full rotation prior to tossing her under the bottom rope. Bridget followed along perhaps a heartbeat behind and it was a good thing she did because Christian kept right on rolling, the cagey second generation superstar presumably en route to another breather on the opposite side of the squared circle. She’d just cleared the bottom rope when a scrambling Bridget reached out and caught a massive handful of hair. “OOOWWW! HAIR! HAIR, GODDAMMIT!”
Stroud knew she was working against the clock thanks to these two infractions, that’s why she wasted no time getting to her feet. This in turn forced Avery to clamber onto the apron so as not to denude her scalp. It also ensured a round of fierce mutual hair-pulling once Christian was on her feet, as she filled both hands with Bridget’s locks, all the better to wrench her head this way and that. For once Merle made no effort to coax his charges into acknowledging the rules, he simply hurried up to the action and demanded, “Off the hair, ladies! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!’
Sweet Disaster released a whisper, or rather a shriek, before her adversary because Christian had spiked her with a Kneelift at that agonizing sweet spot south of the navel and north of the waistband. Switching over to a rough grip on the nape of Stroud’s neck, Avery slapped her a few times and barked, “You think I’m running from you, beeyotch? Try to keep up, I’ll show you the truth!” Avery rushed down the narrow ledge of the apron with Bridget in tow and promptly BWUUUNGED her forehead off the top turnbuckle! Stroud reeled on the spot but didn’t take a knee, so Christian pulled her in close with a two-handed clasp, then stepped back and dropped to the floor!
The ‘TWANG!’ of rope on throat battled with the roar of the crowd, who got progressively louder as Bridget staggered toward the middle of the ring and Avery rushed from floor to apron to high rent district. Standing tall a few seconds ahead of her gagging foe, Baby Boss joined her hands into a single fist, raised it overhead and leapt out into the void to bring that thunderous Double Axehandle down flush between Stroud’s eyeNO!
Bridget turned to the side and reached up with her right arm to hook it across the other brunette’s chest. In the same instant she caught hold of Avery’s trunks and made them vanish with a massive wedgie that coincided with Minnesota Wild muscling her burden high into the air. ‘Rocked Bottoms’ always got a roar from the crowd and tonight was no exception, most of the FAWNatics bouncing to their feet when Bridget THAWHAMMED her curvaceous cargo into the deck with ring-shivering force!
(almost)ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Bounced to a slumped seat by the hellacious slam, Avery paid the wedgie no heed at all, choosing instead to cradle the back of her head in both--
“MMMRRRRGGGGHHHAAAAAAAHHH!”
Kneeling beside the Quake, Bridget slung her left leg over Avery’s thighs and practically climbed into her lap to ensure the best possible perch when she ‘smecked’ the palm of her left hand tight against Christian’s unsuspecting mug! Palming the back of Avery’s head in her right hand, Stroud squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed tight, each finger showing white at the knuckle as she poured it on. “TAP!” she demanded. “TAP OUT, AVERY!” Baby Boss’ reply was a muffled shriek, though the scrabble and scrape of her hands at Bridget’s wrist suggested she wasn’t throwing in the towel. Bridget grimaced, then shifted so that the inside of her right knee was tight against Avery’s back. “Give it up, babe.” Bridget demanded as the struggling brunette began to slow. “Give it up or go to sleep!”
“Nuuuuuhhhh…. nooooooo!” Christian’s hands dropped loose at her sides and she wasn’t fighting anymore, just wriggling fitfully in her opponent’s grasp. After several more seconds Stroud abruptly pivoted into a full straddle that allowed her to push Avery flat against the canvas.
Seeing her shoulders down, Merle knelt to make the count, but Bridget interrupted with, “Check her hand, please. If she’s out, I wanna know.”
The official nodded, took hold of Avery’s right wrist and raised it high. It dropped to the mat without resistance when he let go. “One!” Merle tried again, got the same result. “Two!” One more to confirm… “Three, she’s out!”
The bell CLANGED so Bridget released her grip, though the victorious brunette maintained her straddle while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… BRIDGET STROUD!”
All smiles now that the ‘W’ was in the record books, Bridget rose to her full height and very deliberately planted a foot atop Avery’s chest. “I love the view from the summit.” Stroud murmured. “Especially when it’s of a brat like--”
A change in the crowd’s tone clued Bridget to a looming threat, meaning she had barely enough time to take a step back when Kat Braddock dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. “What do you think you’re doing, putz?” the Brat stepped around rather than over her prone partner, Braddock settling into a protective position. “You think you can just embarrass a California Quake and not pay the price?”
KAT BRADDOCK:
“I think I won fair and square, Brat.” Bridget snapped. “You don’t like it? Do something about it.”
Kat’s dark eyes flashed with delight at the prospect. “Oh cutie, you do NOT want that. You barely snuck one past Avery. Tangling with me in this condition? I’d destroy--” she fell off in infuriated silence when Stroud raised a hand and made it babble in the universally recognized, ‘Talk, talk, talk’ dismissal.
“I don’t deal in threats, hun.” Bridget growled. “You want to enjoy the view from the top? Then you gotta step to the mountain. If you’re not ready for that, then shut up and get out of my--”
CRACK!
Braddock stepped up and slapped the taste of out Minnesota Wild’s mouth! “Don’t you EVER take that tone with me, bytch! Or this Quake will crush your precious mountain to dusNNNNNGGHHH!”
Bridget slapped her in return, a whipping backhand that turned Kat’s head to one side. “Still nothing but TALK.” the brunette murmured. “Now are we going to fight or are we going to-”
Braddock shoved her, Stroud shoved back and there may have well been an impromptu match then and there if Merle and a few of his zebra brethren hadn’t scurried into the ring to separate the Quake and the Sweet Disaster.
“You’ve done it now, putz!” Braddock promised as she was ushered from the ring along with her semiconscious compatriot. “You feel the ground shifting beneath your feet? The Quakes are gonna swallow you whole!”
“Bring it on!” Bridget barked after her. “I already beat the boss’ daughter, I can beat a Bargain Imp, no sweat!”
Kat bared her teeth, lunged, but couldn’t get past the wall of black & white. Frustrated, she snapped an invisible stick in her hands, threw it in Bridget’s direction, then flipped her off for good measure.
Bridget smirked, offered her a cheeky double bicep flex that lasted until both Quakes were through the curtain. “Got lucky tonight, Brat.” she told the camera. “Let’s see how lucky you feel when I come looking for you.”
With that she winked, offered up another bicep flex and slipped through the ropes to begin her winner’s walk up the ramp.