Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:31:02 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “the following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Grapevine, Texas and Stillwater, Minnesota respectively, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-four pounds, please welcome HEATHER CROFTON and BRIDGET STROUD… THE STAR CLIMBERS!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWpZsoh78nk
The sold out crowd was on their feet before 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 a quick montage of cuts from both ladies singles escapades as well as some choice selections from their burgeoning run on the Tag Team scene. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system bellowed:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation as Crofton and Stroud exploded through the curtain, Miss Mustang and Sweet Disaster greeting the FAWNatics with a pumped fist from the former and a brawny double bicep flex from the latter. The Slaybor Day weekenders responded with a delighted clamor, the welcome for the new duo a reflection of the good will they’d built during their careers thus far.
HEATHER CROFTON:
BRIDGET STROUD:
Breaking into a wide smile as the crowd continued to roar, Heather exchanged a fist bump with the former rock climber and said, “You ready to make these Quakes shake?”
“They’re gonna do a lot more than shake, H. They’ll be the California Craters when we’re done!”
Crofton nodded approval then started down the aisle, the Girl from Grapevine taking point so she could zig and zag across the aisle to slap every hand extended in their direction. For tonight’s tussle against Chrissy’s crew, Heather chose a yellow spandex two-piece consisting of boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts a window of crisscrossed strips. The gear is completed with white pads and boots.
As for Bridget she sported a twist on her usual singles attire, Minnesota Wild’s standard purple replaced with yellow in a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a matte black, yellow and black armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, yellow pads with a black splatter pattern and black wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees.
Side by side when they reached the foot of the ramp, the Star Climbers dove under the bottom rope and popped to their feet just for Heather to go down on one knee for a brawny double bicep flex while Bridget raised that fearsome ‘Climbers Claw’ overhead as a warning to all Brats, Babies or Imps that dared oppose their ascent.
With Bridget and the bumpkin soaking up the love from the crowd, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tore through the air.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
Beautiful Girls erupted through the speakers and a barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the brilliance fades, a triumvirate of Quakes were present, the Killer Imp accompanying her pupils. The three-time former World Champion Chrissy Daniel stood between her double-barreled Gen Z firepower, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of blonde Kat and brunette Avery. Knowing taking down Bethany’s flavor of the month in Stroud could be a key to getting the Quakes in line for a Tag Title shot, Daniel wasted no time pumping up her protégés.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock caught the imagination and ire of most, while Christian’s legacy and the front office backing from Mom made Avery a force in her own right. Now they needed reach past potential and string wins.
Together the fledgling Quakes strode down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly loud fashion. Acting as manager tonight, Chrissy kept a laser focus, eyes cast on the Star Climbers.
The Imp wore a shiny leather top, somewhere between silver and black, tight black denim below with similarly dark boots, a savage wardrobe for the supervisor on the go.
On her right, the busty blonde youngster reached the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Christian wore a white one-piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it did 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 ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbies matched her swish for swish.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel led, waiting outside the corner post as Kat and Avery moved past her in opposite directions, each then slipping through the strands, occupying the corner farthest from the newly minted teammates. With VanHalen receding, the Announcer marked the arrival of team two.
“And their opponents, accompanied by the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California and fighting out of Santa Monica, California respectively, weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty-eight pounds; The Brat…Kat Braddock. The Baby Boss…Avery Christian. They are the CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
Chrissy gave each curvy fireplug a pat on the shoulder, whispering a final set of instructions in their ears. Each nodded, then the Quakes put their heads together for a little last second plotting while Daniel dropped to the floor at the urging of Merle the referee.
The bell sounded and Kat shooed Avery out onto the apron, Braddock clearly motivated to take point in this clash between burgeoning ingénues. “Don’t even think about hiding behind that shytheel, Stroud!” the Brat barked even before she’d reached the center of the squared circle. “I’ve already kicked her sorry farmhand ass, tonight I put YOU in your place! Now get the hell out here!”
Dark eyes narrowed in eager anticipation, Stroud murmured, “Oh baby, you’re just asking to have every inch of your ass ki--”
Heather laid a hand on her shoulder and said, “Let me have first crack at her, Bridget.”
Stroud looked to the blonde, one eyebrow slightly arched. “Sure about that, Heather? You don’t have anything to prove.”
“Yeah I do.” Crofton replied. “She punked me out at Red, White & Bruised and I want payback.”
“Match is live, ladies.” Merle called from a short distance away. “Make your choice and come forward.”
Bridget nodded to Heather and teased Kat with a saucy wink before she grabbed the tag rope and dipped through the strands to take up residence on the apron.
“UN-BEE-LEE-VAH-BULL!” Braddock enunciated each syllable to an agonizing degree to ensure everyone knew the degree of her disgust with both Crofton and Stroud. “C’mon then, cowhand. Get out here and take your beating!”
Heather obliged her at once, the yellow-clad newcomer showing no fear of the Quake despite the hard knocks she took at the last pay-per-view.
Upper lip curled in a disdainful sneer, Kat cupped her girls in both hands and gave them an aggressive little jiggle as Crofton closed the distance. “Remember these, loser? Remember how it felt to drool yourself stupid against the most dangerous curves in FAWN? You must not, otherwise you’d never have agreed to this match! Here, lemme remind you!” Braddock shot out a hand, buried it in the other blonde’s hair and gave her head a hard shake before reeling Crofton into her cleav--“NNNGGGHHH!”
Heather clamped down on Kat’s shoulder and THWHUMPED a Forearm Smash against her chest to knock the green-clad battler back on her heels. Scowling furiously, Braddock CRACKED a quick Bytch Slap across the Texan’s cheek only to eat a straight right to the chin in response!
“That’s your only warning, Kitty Kat.” Heather said softly. “Slap me and I’ll punch you in the mouth. Every. Single. Time.”
Braddock snorted, her anger giving way to obvious scorn. “Oh, so you’re a bad-ass now?” Kat tapped her chin with the tip of one finger, then stretched her arms wide to offer the Texan a free shot. “Ok little miss bad-ass, show me what you got!”
The look on Chrissy’s face suggested she didn’t much care for this course of action, but the Beach Cat held her tongue, at least for now.
As for Heather, she rolled her shoulders and drew her right fist up beside her chin, the Lone Star Girl taking her time lining up the shot. Kat looked unimpressed. “Any time now, asshole. Don’t make meOOOWWW BYTCH!” Crofton’s hands shot overhead and came down with a soft little ‘whick’ that was completely overwhelmed by the CRAAACK of palms on jugg!
LOVE TAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aik4I6YcEks
Stamping in an angry little circle in the wake of the Love Tap, Braddock rounded on the smiling blonde and threw a huge Haymaker at her head. Heather didn’t bother to block, instead she dipped under the strike and ran the ropes behind her flustered adversary. “Now you’re running from me?” Kat hissed as she turned to find the Girl from Grapevine. “Honey I’m gonna crush your lame OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Heather came back and blasted the Brat square in the chest with a Dropkick! Braddock landed flat on her back, popped up like the canvas was a trampoline and got knocked right back down with a second Dropkick.
“Watch yourself, Kat!” Chrissy called from her place outside. “Don’t let this putz swarm you!”
Simple advice in theory, a bit more complicated in practice, as the blonde Quake discovered when she scrambled to verticality and ate her third Dropkick in all of fifteen seconds. No immediate bounce-back from Braddock now, though she did make it to all fours in relatively short order. Realizing she was pointed at the Quakes corner, Kat crawled toward Avery’s outstretched hand only to sputter in outraged indignation when Crofton rushed by on her left and knocked Baby Boss off the apron with yet another Dropkick!
“Hey, what the hell was that, Merle?” Daniel barked to the official. “Keep that dog on a damned leash!”
Crofton ignored the static from outside in favor of dumping a heavy Double Axehandle between the shoulders of her vulnerable adversary. “Where ya running to, bratty?” she asked while hauling Kat to boot-leather. “Aren’t you going to kick my ass?”
“Huuuhhh… harder than you know, putHNGH!”
Heather turned ‘em around (so they were facing the friendlier side of the ring) and called, “Want in, Bridge?”
“Damn right. Whenever you’re ready.”
Plan in place, Heather went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee and flipped Braddock onto her butt with a heavy Snapmare. Off to the races immediately thereafter, she hit the strands and broke into a grin when she felt Stroud swat her shoulder for the tag. But the Lone Star Girl still had several seconds to burn so she raced back to Kat and took to the skies, the blonde twisting sideways in mid-air to THWHUMP Braddock to the deck with a gorgeous Basement Crossbody. Kat’s legs popped up but Crofton rolled clear and slid out under the bottom rope so there’d be no distraction for Merle when Bridget rushed in from the other side and THWHUMPED down atop her chest with a huge Standing Frog Splash! Sweet Disaster hooked the far leg and drew it in tight, pointing Braddock’s rump to the rafters while the ref counted off…
STANDING FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gr4TgUr9To
ONE…
TWO…
Kat kicked out just after ‘TWO’, but that didn’t stop an intruding Avery from driving a kick into her opponent’s ribs! Bridget rolled away with a grimace, came up on one knee and beckoned Christian in. “You want some more, sweetness? Come get me, I’m right here!”
“Ask and ye shall receive, slu-dammit Merle, get your hands offa me!”
“Not ‘til you’re in your corner, Avery.” the zebra admonished as he led the Baby Boss away.
Shifting focus back to the Brat now that Avery was contained, Stroud buried both hands in Kat’s hair and might’ve pulled a little harder than necessary to get the blonde on her feet. “Still questioning my guts, babe?” Bridget switched over to a Wristlock, nudged Braddock away with her shoulder, then reeled her in and drove a Kneelift into her tummy.
Pleased by the lack of response from the usually mouthy Brat, Bridget pivoted her opponent toward their corner and sent Kat on her way with an Irish Whip. Slowing down wasn’t an option for the blonde Quake, however she managed to pull off a half-turn so she went into the buckles back-first rather than chest first. Alas that was about the only silver lining for Braddock because Stroud took to the skies and flew in to CRUSH her against the turnbuckles with a tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash! Bridget bounced away and exchanged a quick tag with Heather while Kat lost her footing and dropped to her tush with a dull plop.
“Light her up, H.” Bridget urged after she’d returned to the apron. “Teach her to put some respect on your name!”
Crofton nodded, then dropped to one knee and quickly draped Braddock’s arms over the bottom rope. “Ropes. ROPES!” Kat shouted to the referee. “Back these cheaters off, Merle! I’m in the OOOWW!”
Still on one knee, Heather drew her right arm back and CRAAAACKED the other blonde’s rack with an echoing Knife-Edge Chop! Braddock keened, kicked her heels against the canvas, then yelped even louder when Crofton let loose with a whole barrage of those low-angled Chops!
Having come up short against Braddock the previous month seemed to have energized the rookie and she chopped away on the wincing, fidgeting Kat, The Brat unable to stop the barrage until a count of ‘FOUR’ from Merle finally brought it to an end.
A beaming Heather blew on her steaming hand to cool it off then curled the digits to pull the red-chested Quake to her feet. Braddock shoved Crofton away several steps, only for the Lone Star Girl to surge toward her fellow blonde, land one boot sole on the middle rope to Kat’s right and springboard into an Enzugiri to Braddock’s left temple.
Chrissy covered her eyes from the THWICKING connection of boot to skull, averting her gaze as the next gen version of the Killer Imp staggered to mid-ring before faceplanting into the deck, ending chest down and demolished by a team in its inaugural pairing.
Quickly on the prowl, Miss Mustang dropped next to Kat’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around Braddock’s noggin in a Crossface grip, wrenching her foe’s head and neck, suggesting Merle ask the Cali Quake if she wanted to call it a night. Before the veteran arbiter could query, Kat managed to pivot away from the side Crofton’s on, rolling and stacking a startled Heather onto her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Texan released her grip to escape the pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet as a drained Kat barely reached all fours in the same time. Heather grabbed an ankle of the flaxen-haired fireplug and dragged her toward the outstretched hand of Sweet Disaster, Braddock being further removed from the likewise extended arm of her curvy counterpart. Avery screamed at her partner to break free and get her in, but Crofton had a double-barreled grip and reeled Braddock to the Star Climber corner. Halving her grip when within range, Heather reached back and slapped hands with Bridget.
Braddock kicked free of the loosened grasp, but by the time she rose, Stroud’s in and surrounding the dipped braincase of Braddock in a Side Headlock. The brunette ground her opponent’s cheek and temple into her hip.
“You’re a knock-off Chrissy,” Bridget growled. “And it’s all you’ll ever be if you’re not careful. She’ll make sure of that if you don’t.”
Kat growled angrily, adrenaline coursing from the insult. She got her hands up to Stroud’s hips to try and shove her way free, but Bridget’s grasp didn’t give until Stroud transferred in a flash to a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared Kat to a seat on her muscular posterior. From the side, Stroud pressed both palms into Braddock’s cranium, one under her chin, the other on her forehead. Torqueing in opposite directions, Bridget worked the Quake over with a Neck Twist that had Kat’s face etched in pain, meekly trying to pull the climber’s hands off but unable.
NECK TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJY9_ZSFvWs
The short, sturdy beachfighter was having her durability tested and Chrissy’s not terribly amused at a new team running roughshod over her partner and protégé. Things didn’t improve when the powerful mitts of the climber wrenched Kat’s neck, sending her tumbling to her side, one arm wrapping around for support as her boots pattered on the canvas.
Bridget took a bit of a detour, waving at a steaming Baby Boss, provoking the busty brunette enough to slide into the ring and go after Stroud. Merle again showed his occupational integrity, keeping the commissioner’s daughter from interfering. Pleased she’s tweaked the Quakes into another mistake, Bridget returned to a groaning Kat whose made it to her haunches. But when Bridget reached down to collect The Brat for more battering, Braddock jabbed a thumb in the right eye socket of the Sweet Disaster.
Stroud yelped in pain, turning and stumbling away from her foe. Crofton complained loudly to Merle from the sidelines and he went through the motions of reprimanding Kat, having missed it all while putting Christian back in place. The Brat’s in too much discomfort to care about the scolding. She’s just thankful she’s bought herself some time to turn the Disastrous start around. The Quake pushed to her feet slowly before shooting a bytch slap in lightning fashion that scalded Heather’s cheek, Crofton’s head put on a painful swivel.
Now, it’s Heather’s turn to invade and, like Christian before her, she’s repelled by the eagle-eyed zebra.
“Sorry, rookie,” Merle insisted. “But if the Boss’ little lady can’t come in, you sure can’t.”
As he fought to get Miss Mustang back in her stable, The Brat got a running start toward the half-blinded brunette and RAMMED her with a hip check. The low center of gravity of Braddock dumped Bridget on her ass from the collision. Kat stared down at the dark, wide pools of the dazed Bridget.
“You had your fun It Girl. Now you’re ours.”
As Stroud reached her knees, Braddock dipped and latched onto her front side with a pair of Breast Claws, Braddock sinking her talons into the malleable flesh of her foe’s chest, ripping Bridget the rest of the way up courtesy her bosom. Accustomed to the cattier techniques of the beach, Braddock leads the Rankings Climber to the Quake corner tossing her in with a final spinning tug of her gurls, Bridget slamming into the buckles chest first.
Kat immediately strode to the opposite corner, pressing her chest tight against Merle’s back. She reached around the man to get at Heather, keeping the rookie clawing at her in return with the ref extremely busy in maintaining separation between the feuding blondes.
Across the way, Avery was having a field day. She’s entered and pounded Bridget’s face into the buckles, amassing a ten-spot before spinning a shell-shocked Stroud to face her. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Chrissy hopped to the apron and swept an arm around the throat of Bridget, strangling her from behind. The Boss Baby jogged toward her attention-grabbing partner, gives Kat a little tap on the tush to let her know to keep up the good work, and turned toward the red-faced Bridget. Whether Stroud could escape if not double-teamed wasn’t a question worth asking as Daniel held in her place until she’s buried under the curvy avalanche of Avery’s weighty corner Splash.
Bridget’s face disappeared under the mountainous cleavage of the Quake, only returning when Christian bounces away. Released by Chrissy, Stroud stumbled out after Avery, unaware the looping brunette was spinning into a Discus Forearm Smash that dropped Bridget like a ton of bricks.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIVsF3yBln8
Noticing Heather’s been moved outside the ropes by the persistent Merle, Avery evacuated and when Kat and the veteran official turned to find the tawny brunette Peak Topper, she’s precariously propped on her forearms, her lower half still on the canvas, dark eyes cloudy, one bloodshot.
The curvy, vertically-challenged blonde stalked to Bridget and wrapped both hands around her throat, lifting a gasping Stound to unsteady feet. Instantly, The Brat buried her braincase into the cleft of Bridget’s bosom, delivering her signature Heart Butt, the thump of Kat’s forehead into Stroud’s sternum causing Bridget’s blood-pumper to skip a beat. With the It Girl’s legs going rubbery, Kat bullied her foe into a backpedal pressing Bridget deep into the Quake corner where she reached over Stroud’s left shoulder and brought Avery into the match for the first time, legally speaking.
Not that the arrival of her partner meant Kat had any intention of leaving the squared circle just yet. Dragging Stroud out of her corner via a double handful of hair, Braddock scooped the brunette up under one arm and braced the other across her calves to guarantee Bridget wouldn’t squirm loose when the green-clad blonde dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED the small of Stroud’s back across the strong expanse of her beach tanned thigh!
Far from idle while Braddock secured the Backbreaker, Avery Christian slipped through the ropes and promptly boosted her way into a perch on the second rope. Ignoring Merle’s increasingly insistent demands in favor of blowing a kiss to heather, Avery hopped off the ropes and drove both feet into Bridget’s chest with a Mushroom Stomp that tore the trapped brunette from her moorings and left her facedown on the canvas between the pitiless pair. By that point Merle had reached the counting stage but Braddock still hung around long enough to exchange a chest bump before the blonde stepped out onto the apron.
“What are you even still doing here, loser?” Christian called to Heather as she dragged Stroud upright for more punishment. “You know you’re never gonna get another tag, don’t you?” Too busy to waste time waiting for the Texan’s answer, the Baby Boss stuffed Bridget into the buckles and pressed the crown of her skull to the brunette’s sternum to keep her glued in place for a whole flight’s worth of gut-churning body shots, Avery’s heavy hands getting an approving nod from the Killer Imp as she just pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak’ed away at her opponent’s strong midsection. Finishing off with a head-swiveling Bytch Slap as soon as Merle urged her to get it out of the corner, Christian reached for Bridget’s hair only to go overhead for another clapping tag with the invigorated Brat!
“That’s right, quick tags!” Daniel urged her charges. “Crush her down, grind her out and keep the ring cut off!”
The Quakes did as they were told, Avery careful to put her back to Crofton as soon as she’d trapped Bridget in a Front Facelock. Catching hold of Sweet Disaster’s waistband let the fireplug muscle her taller adversary all the way to two o’clock, where Braddock stepped in to catch both of Bridget’s legs over her left shoulder. “Your ass is through, putz.” the Brat promised Stroud in the midst of pattering out a domineering beat on her firm backside.
Bridget’s answering groan came to an abrupt end when Kat put both hands on the Bridget’s thighs and launched her up ‘n over Avery’s head! It would’ve been an especially nasty Vertical Suplex if Braddock had simply stepped back, but that would’ve been kind and the Quakes were far from kind. Lunging forward as her prey swung away, Kat curled her left arm around Stroud’s waist and dropped to one knee, thus THWHUMPING her spine with a second Backbreaker even as Avery’s landing whipped their opponent’s noggin in an impromptu Neckbreaker. Groaning in sympathetic anguish in the wake of the Richter Scare, the FAWNatics adopted a much more urgent tone as soon as Braddock splashed across Bridget’s midsection for the…
RICHTER SCARE @ 00:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCYvBO5PnOE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget got a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, meaning Heather could return to the Climbers corner without unloading the Double Axehandle she’d had at the ready. Kat didn’t let her off easy though, indeed the Brat adopted her shrillest, most indignant tone to guarantee that Merle would be otherwise occupied when she gooooooouged her nails into Bridget’s squealing features!
“Don’t start whimpering on me now, putz!” Braddock taunted once they were both vertical. The real shaking’s just getting started!”
A basic Wristlock allowed her to guide the brunette to the center of the squared circle, meaning there was plenty of runway for Stroud to build up a head of steam when the Brat Whipped her into the Quakes corner. Though she loathed giving Stroud even a moment’s respite, Braddock held back a heartbeat or two in case Minnesota Wild pulled off one of her slippery little tricks. Then she was off and closing fast, the fireplug blonde picking up speed even as Stroud spun around and BWUUUNGED spine-first against the buck--“OOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Kat went low and launched off her back foot to bury her right shoulder in the pit of Bridget’s stomach! The Spear put Stroud’s butt on the middle buckle and left Braddock on one knee, meaning Avery just had to reach over and slap her partner on the shoulder to return to the match. “Get out here, pleeb.” Christian caught Stroud by the scruff of the neck and led / dragged her out into deep water. A snug Facelock followed, Baby Boss slinging Bridget’s near (left) arm across her shoulders so she could reach down and claim the taller brunette’s left leg. Yanking the trapped limb into an awkward standing Cradle, Avery tipped a wink to the increasingly worried Heather and chirped, “Stay there, putz. You don’t want any of this.”
The Lone Star Girl bristled, though she held her tongue even when Christian muscled her partner overhead and laid out and THWHUNKED Bridget flush on the back of her head and shoulders! Avery floated over into a Lateral Press, hooked the far leg and mouthed Merle’s count of…
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oa7TU60frs
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“UNGH!”
Heather shot through the ropes and knocked Christian clear of her pin with half a second between Bridget and a loss. “GET HER OUT OF THERE, MERLE!” Chrissy raged, the Killer Imp leaping from the floor to the apron to better make her point. “SHE TRIES THAT AGAIN AND I WON’T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!”
Crofton was already back in the Climbers’ corner, leaving Avery to scrape Bridget off the canvas while Merle tried to deal with the incensed manager. “She’s not gonna save you this time, loser.” Avery warmed Bridget’s cheek with a quick slap, then grabbed a wrist and--“NNNGGGHH!”
Stroud lunged forward, smashing a Headbutt between the Quake’s eyes! A single glance over her shoulder confirmed Chrissy was still haranguing Merle from the apron, so Sweet Disaster took control of the Wristlock and sent Avery loping toward her managNO! Avery dug in her heels and reversed the Irish Whip and sent Stroud to the strands in her place. Bridget offered no complaint, indeed the careful observer noted a broad smile plastered on her face when she leapt up and PWAAAKED a huge Superman Punch into the unsuspecting Imp!
Daniel went tumbling to the floor in a gob-smacked heap that Stroud didn’t get to savor because she immediately whipped around and threw herself into a nimble forward roll that let her avoid Avery’s vengeful Clothesline. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Bridget raised both hands and wordlessly commanded the Baby Boss to come get herself some. Christian did just that, the ferocious fireplug racing at her opponent like the world’s only sixty-three inch avalanche. Bridget didn’t just hold her ground, she didn’t so much as twitch until she dipped under Avery’s Lariat and hooked her right arm across the white-clad battler’s chest. Catching hold of Christian’s one-piece above the small of her back, Stroud yanked the surprised wrestler skyward and went dropped to one knee to THAWHUMP Bethany’s Little Girl across the post of her right knee courtesy a huge Uranage Backbreaker!
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdodlObbCWY
Avery bounced away and barreled back ‘n forth across the canvas, one hand pressed to her aching spine. Stroud almost lunged after her before thinking better of it. Fighting to her feet with a grimace, Bridget turned to the friendliest corner of the ring and started for home.
“C’mon Bridget!” Heather climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned in as far as physics would allow. “Almost there girl, you got--”
Kat raced by on Stroud’s left and would’ve caved in the Texan’s cheek with a Haymaker if Heather hadn’t literally beat her to the punch with a straight right that clipped the Brat’s chin! Staggered, Kat reeled around and “OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Bridget slammed a shoulder into the blonde’s belly and smashed her against the turnbuckles, the brunette holding her in place until Crofton slapped her left shoulder.
“TAG!” Merle confirmed over the raucous applause of the FAWNatics.
Heather slipped through the ropes and disregarded the trapped Braddock, passing up the chance at further revenge for last month’s defeat to get after the legal Quake in the ring, the rookie showing surprising maturity. Bridget had no such compunction, riddling the plush tanned tummy of the Beach Brat, balled fist after fist, Kat’s eyes bulging as she groaned from the meaty impact of each. Both being illegally within the confines, Merle decided it best to ignore them for the moment. He followed Crofton as she plucked a wincing Avery off the canvas by a wrist and shoulder and aimed her at the far ropes.
The rookie flung the Baby Boss with an Irish Whip, giving her foe a head start to hit the ropes, then barreled after her, the twosome meeting mid-ring in a shoulder-to-shoulder collision that put Miss Mustang on the deck, looking up at a smirking Christian in surprise. Avery motioned for Heather to rise and the blonde pushed to her feet. Crofton offered Bethany’s kid the next chance and Avery wasn’t turning it down. She spun and raced to the ropes behind her, rebounding out of the cables and charging at the stationed Texan.
This time it’s Heather’s turn to show she had strength wrapped into her frame, elevating the charging Avery, popping her foe up in the air in front of her, and driving a HUGE Elbow Smash into the jaw of the Quake, knocking Christian flat to the canvas.
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Heather dove atop her foe in a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
Avery shot a shoulder up, eyes still glassy but survival instinct intact. Crofton glanced over her shoulder to see Bridget now mounted on the middle ropes and applying a scalp massage to the curvy blonde, in the form of pounding away with punches. The Lone Star Girl peeled Christian off the canvas and bullied her to the opposite corner then whistled at her fellow Star Climber. Though in their initial match together, Stroud instantly realized the game-plan. Blonde and brunette pivoted with their brunette and blonde and heave their cargo with stereo Irish Whips, the Quakes headed for an impromptu meeting in the middle.
But instead the partners slightly shifted their paths and hooked arms, square dancing their way through simultaneous U-turns. The Quakes charged a pair of startled Climbers and concurrently CRUSHED Heather and Bridget under a pair of natural disasters, those of the normally snowy variety. Crofton and Stroud were buried beneath leaping Avalanches, the fireplugs submerging their foes under their short but substantial curvature.
Each Cali Quake bounced off their flattened target and while Bridget immediately flopped to the canvas from Kat’s attack, then quickly shoved out under the bottom rope by a boot from The Brat, Heather stumbled out several steps before the splash ultimately takes its full toll, the Grapevine native faceplanting into the canvas.
Sensing an opportunity to regain control, Merle moved to Braddock and ushered her out of the confines, leaving the squared circle to a grinning Avery and a softly stirring Heather.
Following behind the flatted Crofton, the Baby Boss leapt into a big elbow, the point of which impaled the Lone Star Girl’s spine. Heather arched in pain and Christian, lying next to her, tried to increase the curve in the backbone with a Crossface grip. But as she moved to make it a reality, a grimacing Crofton ignores the anguish from her spine, hooked Avery’s near elbow and captured Christian in a roll-up, planting the brunette’s shoulders to canvas for the…
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The Baby Boss squirmed free in time. Furious, she snatched Heather with a handful of flaxen locks and tugged the Texan to her feet, bullying her foe to a corner and jarring Crofton’s senses with a wicked European Uppercut.
Passing on any further foreplay, Christian lifts her foe, launching the rookie to a seat on the top buckle. Avery ascends to the middle ropes, collecting the blonde in a Front Facelock. She forced Miss Mustang to stand on the top cables. Cradling Heather’s near leg, Avery went for broke, tipping backward and PLANTING Crofton into the deck with an Avalanche Fisherman Buster the impact of which echoed throughout the arena.
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Bethany’s only child scrambles to cover for the…
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What might likely have been THREE was interrupted when a recovered Bridget reaches in under the bottom rope, ensnared Christian’s left ankle and ripped the busty brunette off her partner, breaking the pin-fall. Avery shook loose and pushed to her feet; her, Braddock and a recuperated Chrissy letting Merle know it’s time for him to retire if he couldn’t keep the Sweet Disaster from cheating every time he turned around.
The veteran official scolded Stroud as she returned to her rightful position on the apron, Bridget’s hands upraised, promising she’ll never take such action again.
Inside, Avery plucked a gassed Heather off the canvas, dragging her into a Front Facelock and grabbing some of Crofton’s gear on her hip. The fireplug showed off her vertically-compressed power, vaulting Crofton into the air and stalling the Suplex when the Texan’s boot soles pointed to high noon. There the blonde remained… and remained… and REMAINED, the crowd counting out the stall to ’TWENTY-TWO!’ before Avery deposited her foe brutally into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
A stilled Heather laid in a starfish as the Baby Boss rose to her knees and lifted her arms high and wide, accepting the jeers of the biased FAWNatics. Passing on a cover, Christian ascended and moved to the Quakes corner, tagging in her blonde counterpart.
Leaving immediately was not on Avery’s agenda and together, over the loud complaining of Bridget from the sidelines, both Quakes stalked Miss Mustang, Heather having stubbornly rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours.
The Quakes each grabbed a handful of golden mane and hoisted Heather to her feet. They sent Crofton sprinting to the far cables and charged after her when she rebounded off the ropes, inner arms joined at the wrists in a Clothesline to rip the Lone Star Girl’s head from her shoulders.
But the rookie ducked under the double-barreled scythe, Heather racing to the next set of ropes. Bridget reached out and tagged Miss Mustang’s shoulder as she hit the strands and dashed toward the spinning Quakes, launching toward the wide-eyed, Killer Imp protégés and flattening each with a split-use Dropkick, one boot sole to the abundant chest of each.
The crowd roared as Heather kipped to her feet and joined Bridget along the ropes, the Star Climbers stalking their curvy counterparts as the Quakes started to rise, oblivious to Chrissy’s caterwauling.
Knowing they need to maximize their time shared in the ring, Crofton and Stroud rush to Avery and help themselves to an ankle each. From there they somersaulted the second generation star from her back to all fours, then bent down and slapped on a tandem Front Facelock. Once Christian’s arms have been draped over their shoulders, Bridget and Heather caught hold of their foe’s togs at each hip and earned an impressed ‘ooooohhhhh’ from the crowd for the dead-lift that hoisted Baby Boss all the way to high noon. Keeping Avery suspended in the stall wasn’t in the cards, but they held her in place long enough to pivot toward Kat, who was still down in the wake of Crofton’s Dropkick. With the shadow of one Quake bisecting the midsection of the other, the Star Climbers went up on tiptoe and tossed Christian forward and down in an improvised (and unwanted) Splash that THWHAMMED her down across Braddock’s gulping belly!
Avery bounced away from the landing and immediately barrel rolled under the bottom rope while the Brat sat up with both arms strapped tight against her midsection. “C’mon Kitty, time to go uppies.” Stroud noted as she and Crofton hauled the green-clad blonde upright with a couple handfuls of shoulder-straps. Offering Merle’ just a sec’ finger when the ref gets insistent, Heather turned her back on Braddock and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to secure Kat’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. In the next instant she offered her left foot to Bridget, who took it in both hands, then dipped her knees and pushed off, thus giving her partner an extra boost when she leapt off the mat and soared back over Braddock’s head to land on her knees while the Brat was THWHUNKED down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a huge slice of Texas Toast!
TEXAS TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzi7WfA4xsQ
Crofton slid her way under the bottom rope as soon as she touched down, Miss Mustang making a point to offer a little wave to the fuming Chrissy as she returned to the Star Climbers side of town. As for the legal members of each team, Bridget rushed straight to the nearest corner and vaulted from the lobby to the top floor in a single gorgeous motion. Twisting around to face the rest of the squared circle, Stroud straightened up just to take to the skies once more, Minnesota Wild kicking both legs out at hip level to THA-WHUMP the back of her left thigh down across Kat’s throat in a Leg Drop that, if not quite Sensational, was more than adequate to raise Chrissy’s blood pressure.
DIVING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcogSP6OqFY
Stroud took no note of either this or the delighted roars of the crowd, the whole of her attention was devoted to the super snug Back Press she’d used to point Braddock’s butt at the lights for the…
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THRNOOOO!
The Imp hopped onto the apron in an effort to distract the ref, but the effort proved unnecessary as the Beach Kat 2020 kicked loose with half a second to spare.
Set on her haunches beside the mewling blonde, Bridget smoothed her hair back with both hands before she honed in on Chrissy. “Get your ass down unless you’re gonna grab hold of a tag rope, honey.”
“Don’t f*cking tempt me, putz!” Chrissy spat at once. She might’ve taken Stroud up on the challenge if Avery hadn’t just climbed her way back to the Quake’s corner. As it was, Merle’s nattering overwhelmed her desire to fight so she dropped off the apron while Bridget helped Kat up with a double fistful of hair.
Sidled in against the shorter wrestler’s right flank, Stroud dipped and curled her right hand across the blonde’s chest, then reached down with her left hand and snatched hold of the Brat’s waistba--“NO!” Kat drove her right bicep into the side of Bridget’s noggin, thwarting the signature aspect of her foe’s Rocked Bottoms. The grip on her togs loosened without falling away, so Braddock hit Sweet Disaster a couple more times. “Get your goddamned hands offa me, putOOFFFHH ARRRRHH!”
Stroud pumped her right knee into the Quake’s belly once, twice, thrice, then yanked up on a truly spiteful wedgie while simultaneously lifting Kat off her feet. She sat out at the apex, landing on her butt with a comfortable thud while Braddock was THWHAMMED down full-length against the unforgiving deck! Bridget bounced over and laid across Kat’s chest, hooking the far leg in a one-legged Back Press that let her swat her blonde’s backside in time with the count of…
(Almost)ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Avery Christian soared in at the last second with a furious Double Axehandle to the other brunette’s belly, her timely efforts sparing the Quakes a humbling loss to the upstart tandem. “That’ll teach ya, ya pleeb!” Baby Boss shouted down at Bridget as she scrambled to verticality. “The next one’s gonna crush you flaHHHRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Christian’s focus on Sweet Disaster meant the Lone Star Girl had a clear target for the Spear she buried in the pit of the interloper’s stomach! “Next one, what?” Heather huffed in the midst of hauling Avery upright. “Gets your interfering ass thrown over the top rope? Yeah, we can do that!” Shifting her grip to trunks and tresses, Crofton rushed the dark-haired Quake to the edge of the ring and carried out her threat in full, tossing Avery over the strands in tried and true Battle Royale fashion. Not about to give the boss’ daughter another chance to interject, Heather followed her out to the floor and “NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Chrissy caught her from behind with a Chopblock that buckled the Texan’s knees almost the instant she touched down. Scrambling to a crouch as soon as the deed was done, the Killer treated the wounded ingénue like a roll of carpet, just push-bundling her way into the shadowy recesses beneath the squared circle.
Oblivious to Daniel’s duplicity, Bridget cupped Kat’s ears and got to her feet before forcing the Brat to do the same. Once there she helped herself to a Wristlock that she used to power the Irish Whip that sent Braddock rushing into a neutral corner. Holding her position long enough to confirm the heavy thump of Brat on buckles, Bridget wheeled around and raced to the opposite corner where she immediately pushed off and sprinted down her own back-trail to just CRUSH Braddock beneath her fit frame with a vengeful Avalanche Splash!
“How’s that for crushed, huh baby?” Bridget pecked a kiss to Kat’s forehead to make sure the blonde knew who pancaked her.
“Thuuhhh… that all you got, putz?” Braddock groaned. “You’re gonna have to do better than OOFFFHH!”
Stroud plowed a straight right into Kat’s belly, then turned and headed to the opposite corner for a second blonde-crushing Avalanche. Turning around to find her prey right where she’d left her, Bridget pumped a fist for the-- “HEY! LEGGO DAMMIT!”
The former rock climber found herself anchored in place by Avery, who’d rushed over to that corner and wrapped one arm around Stroud’s right foot! “Get off her, Avery!” Merle barked. “Get off or I’ll DQ you right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Christian raised both hands and backed away toward the Quake’s side of town, though this didn’t stop the referee from shadowing her every step of the way. This proved a costly choice for the Star Climbers as it meant his attention was elsewhere when Chrissy hopped onto the apron and rushed in to PWAK a huge Haymaker off the side of Bridget’s head! Stroud swooned, but kept her feet because she swooned into the buck--“OOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAHHHD!”
Kat joined the Cali Crush Party, not with an answering Avalanche but a vile punt that THUMPED the toe of her boot between Bridget’s thighs! Sweet Disaster pitched forward into a Front Facelock, her legs far too weak to stop Braddock from marching her to the middle of the ring. Scowling as she flung Bridget’s left arm across her shoulders, Kat hooked the brunette’s left leg behind the knee and boosted her up so that Stroud’s shins were braced against her thighs. With Bridget well and truly trussed, the Brat blew a kiss to the hard camera then snapped backward to THWONK Stroud’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Delivered to the depths of Dreamland by the Brat’s vicious Kat Nap, a starfished Bridget offered only the faintest moan of protest when Braddock ‘smacked’ her hands down on the brunette’s breasts for a rough, mauling squeeze timed out to Merle’s count of…
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THREE!
Avery was through the ropes in a flash, Baby Boss taunting the FAWNatics with a gaudy victory ‘V’ while her partner continued to work Stroud’s girls through the Announcer’s confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winners via pin-fall, THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
The beach fighter was forced to surrender in her attempts to damage Bridget further with her topside roughhousing, the Kat Nap having done far too good a job removing the It Girl from her senses. Looking slightly disappointed, the blonde fireplug used Bridget’s broken body to push to her feet. Braddock placed a boot sole on Stroud’s chest for the money shot, raising her arms, left hand gripping Avery’s right and raising. On the opposite side, Chrissy joined in the three-way display, linking with her protégés. Daniel, having brought a microphone with her, hands it to The Brat.
“Shake, rattle and roll, bitches,” Kat shouted at the lens. “You want to see a real disaster?” Braddock shrugged toward the demolished brunette at her feet. “And that loser only felt the tiniest tremor. At Mania, she’s going to feel the Big One! She ain’t never gonna be the same after that!”
Kat tossed the mic back to Chrissy and dipped to surround Bridget’s noggin with both hands, working the insensate Stroud up to her knees, she paintbrushed the defeated wrestler with an echoing slap.
“Let’s put you to bed until Mania,” Braddock informed tugging the rubbery Disaster to limp legs.
From stage right, the cavalry arrived. Heather, having climbed to the apron and slid through the ropes, NAILED the spinning Killer Imp with a Clothesline, removing the future Hall of Famer from the canvas, Chrissy rocketing to the deck.
Before Heather could add Kat to any revenge-inspired carnage, Avery stepped between, ducking a Texas-sized punch in the process. With the swing-and-miss leaving Crofton in front of Christian but pointed in the wrong direction, the Baby Boss swept an arm between the Lone Star Girl’s legs and lifted, spinning the blonde like a top to point Heather’s skull at the canvas AND DOWN SHE GOES! Miss Mustang broken by Avery’s lethal Twisted Sister Christian.
TWISTER SISTER CHRISTIAN:
Bethany’s baby girl likely could have held the planted Heather on her shoulders for the next half hour. Instead, she shoved the blonde into a pathetic puddle of rookie regret.
Next to her, a semiconscious Bridget was drawn into the lap of a standing Braddock, tight Front Facelock on one side, cradled leg on the other…for another GOD-AWFUL KAT NAP!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as the impact left Bridget out cold, Merle calling for the EMTs from the back almost before Stroud spasmed to a stop.
A risen Chrissy threatens to extend the beat-down, but a protective Merle intervened, threatening not only to overturn the decision but ban any of them from participation in Mania.
Instantly convinced, the Quakes looked down at the demolished Climbers with contempt and headed for the exit, satisfied they’ve made their point and with The Brat eager to make a bigger one on her own on the company’s biggest stage.
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWpZsoh78nk
The sold out crowd was on their feet before 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 a quick montage of cuts from both ladies singles escapades as well as some choice selections from their burgeoning run on the Tag Team scene. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system bellowed:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation as Crofton and Stroud exploded through the curtain, Miss Mustang and Sweet Disaster greeting the FAWNatics with a pumped fist from the former and a brawny double bicep flex from the latter. The Slaybor Day weekenders responded with a delighted clamor, the welcome for the new duo a reflection of the good will they’d built during their careers thus far.
HEATHER CROFTON:
BRIDGET STROUD:
Breaking into a wide smile as the crowd continued to roar, Heather exchanged a fist bump with the former rock climber and said, “You ready to make these Quakes shake?”
“They’re gonna do a lot more than shake, H. They’ll be the California Craters when we’re done!”
Crofton nodded approval then started down the aisle, the Girl from Grapevine taking point so she could zig and zag across the aisle to slap every hand extended in their direction. For tonight’s tussle against Chrissy’s crew, Heather chose a yellow spandex two-piece consisting of boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts a window of crisscrossed strips. The gear is completed with white pads and boots.
As for Bridget she sported a twist on her usual singles attire, Minnesota Wild’s standard purple replaced with yellow in a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a matte black, yellow and black armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, yellow pads with a black splatter pattern and black wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees.
Side by side when they reached the foot of the ramp, the Star Climbers dove under the bottom rope and popped to their feet just for Heather to go down on one knee for a brawny double bicep flex while Bridget raised that fearsome ‘Climbers Claw’ overhead as a warning to all Brats, Babies or Imps that dared oppose their ascent.
With Bridget and the bumpkin soaking up the love from the crowd, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tore through the air.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
Beautiful Girls erupted through the speakers and a barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the brilliance fades, a triumvirate of Quakes were present, the Killer Imp accompanying her pupils. The three-time former World Champion Chrissy Daniel stood between her double-barreled Gen Z firepower, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of blonde Kat and brunette Avery. Knowing taking down Bethany’s flavor of the month in Stroud could be a key to getting the Quakes in line for a Tag Title shot, Daniel wasted no time pumping up her protégés.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, Braddock caught the imagination and ire of most, while Christian’s legacy and the front office backing from Mom made Avery a force in her own right. Now they needed reach past potential and string wins.
Together the fledgling Quakes strode down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly loud fashion. Acting as manager tonight, Chrissy kept a laser focus, eyes cast on the Star Climbers.
The Imp wore a shiny leather top, somewhere between silver and black, tight black denim below with similarly dark boots, a savage wardrobe for the supervisor on the go.
On her right, the busty blonde youngster reached the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Christian wore a white one-piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it did 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 ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbies matched her swish for swish.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel led, waiting outside the corner post as Kat and Avery moved past her in opposite directions, each then slipping through the strands, occupying the corner farthest from the newly minted teammates. With VanHalen receding, the Announcer marked the arrival of team two.
“And their opponents, accompanied by the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel. From Newport Beach, California and fighting out of Santa Monica, California respectively, weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty-eight pounds; The Brat…Kat Braddock. The Baby Boss…Avery Christian. They are the CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
Chrissy gave each curvy fireplug a pat on the shoulder, whispering a final set of instructions in their ears. Each nodded, then the Quakes put their heads together for a little last second plotting while Daniel dropped to the floor at the urging of Merle the referee.
The bell sounded and Kat shooed Avery out onto the apron, Braddock clearly motivated to take point in this clash between burgeoning ingénues. “Don’t even think about hiding behind that shytheel, Stroud!” the Brat barked even before she’d reached the center of the squared circle. “I’ve already kicked her sorry farmhand ass, tonight I put YOU in your place! Now get the hell out here!”
Dark eyes narrowed in eager anticipation, Stroud murmured, “Oh baby, you’re just asking to have every inch of your ass ki--”
Heather laid a hand on her shoulder and said, “Let me have first crack at her, Bridget.”
Stroud looked to the blonde, one eyebrow slightly arched. “Sure about that, Heather? You don’t have anything to prove.”
“Yeah I do.” Crofton replied. “She punked me out at Red, White & Bruised and I want payback.”
“Match is live, ladies.” Merle called from a short distance away. “Make your choice and come forward.”
Bridget nodded to Heather and teased Kat with a saucy wink before she grabbed the tag rope and dipped through the strands to take up residence on the apron.
“UN-BEE-LEE-VAH-BULL!” Braddock enunciated each syllable to an agonizing degree to ensure everyone knew the degree of her disgust with both Crofton and Stroud. “C’mon then, cowhand. Get out here and take your beating!”
Heather obliged her at once, the yellow-clad newcomer showing no fear of the Quake despite the hard knocks she took at the last pay-per-view.
Upper lip curled in a disdainful sneer, Kat cupped her girls in both hands and gave them an aggressive little jiggle as Crofton closed the distance. “Remember these, loser? Remember how it felt to drool yourself stupid against the most dangerous curves in FAWN? You must not, otherwise you’d never have agreed to this match! Here, lemme remind you!” Braddock shot out a hand, buried it in the other blonde’s hair and gave her head a hard shake before reeling Crofton into her cleav--“NNNGGGHHH!”
Heather clamped down on Kat’s shoulder and THWHUMPED a Forearm Smash against her chest to knock the green-clad battler back on her heels. Scowling furiously, Braddock CRACKED a quick Bytch Slap across the Texan’s cheek only to eat a straight right to the chin in response!
“That’s your only warning, Kitty Kat.” Heather said softly. “Slap me and I’ll punch you in the mouth. Every. Single. Time.”
Braddock snorted, her anger giving way to obvious scorn. “Oh, so you’re a bad-ass now?” Kat tapped her chin with the tip of one finger, then stretched her arms wide to offer the Texan a free shot. “Ok little miss bad-ass, show me what you got!”
The look on Chrissy’s face suggested she didn’t much care for this course of action, but the Beach Cat held her tongue, at least for now.
As for Heather, she rolled her shoulders and drew her right fist up beside her chin, the Lone Star Girl taking her time lining up the shot. Kat looked unimpressed. “Any time now, asshole. Don’t make meOOOWWW BYTCH!” Crofton’s hands shot overhead and came down with a soft little ‘whick’ that was completely overwhelmed by the CRAAACK of palms on jugg!
LOVE TAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aik4I6YcEks
Stamping in an angry little circle in the wake of the Love Tap, Braddock rounded on the smiling blonde and threw a huge Haymaker at her head. Heather didn’t bother to block, instead she dipped under the strike and ran the ropes behind her flustered adversary. “Now you’re running from me?” Kat hissed as she turned to find the Girl from Grapevine. “Honey I’m gonna crush your lame OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Heather came back and blasted the Brat square in the chest with a Dropkick! Braddock landed flat on her back, popped up like the canvas was a trampoline and got knocked right back down with a second Dropkick.
“Watch yourself, Kat!” Chrissy called from her place outside. “Don’t let this putz swarm you!”
Simple advice in theory, a bit more complicated in practice, as the blonde Quake discovered when she scrambled to verticality and ate her third Dropkick in all of fifteen seconds. No immediate bounce-back from Braddock now, though she did make it to all fours in relatively short order. Realizing she was pointed at the Quakes corner, Kat crawled toward Avery’s outstretched hand only to sputter in outraged indignation when Crofton rushed by on her left and knocked Baby Boss off the apron with yet another Dropkick!
“Hey, what the hell was that, Merle?” Daniel barked to the official. “Keep that dog on a damned leash!”
Crofton ignored the static from outside in favor of dumping a heavy Double Axehandle between the shoulders of her vulnerable adversary. “Where ya running to, bratty?” she asked while hauling Kat to boot-leather. “Aren’t you going to kick my ass?”
“Huuuhhh… harder than you know, putHNGH!”
Heather turned ‘em around (so they were facing the friendlier side of the ring) and called, “Want in, Bridge?”
“Damn right. Whenever you’re ready.”
Plan in place, Heather went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee and flipped Braddock onto her butt with a heavy Snapmare. Off to the races immediately thereafter, she hit the strands and broke into a grin when she felt Stroud swat her shoulder for the tag. But the Lone Star Girl still had several seconds to burn so she raced back to Kat and took to the skies, the blonde twisting sideways in mid-air to THWHUMP Braddock to the deck with a gorgeous Basement Crossbody. Kat’s legs popped up but Crofton rolled clear and slid out under the bottom rope so there’d be no distraction for Merle when Bridget rushed in from the other side and THWHUMPED down atop her chest with a huge Standing Frog Splash! Sweet Disaster hooked the far leg and drew it in tight, pointing Braddock’s rump to the rafters while the ref counted off…
STANDING FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gr4TgUr9To
ONE…
TWO…
Kat kicked out just after ‘TWO’, but that didn’t stop an intruding Avery from driving a kick into her opponent’s ribs! Bridget rolled away with a grimace, came up on one knee and beckoned Christian in. “You want some more, sweetness? Come get me, I’m right here!”
“Ask and ye shall receive, slu-dammit Merle, get your hands offa me!”
“Not ‘til you’re in your corner, Avery.” the zebra admonished as he led the Baby Boss away.
Shifting focus back to the Brat now that Avery was contained, Stroud buried both hands in Kat’s hair and might’ve pulled a little harder than necessary to get the blonde on her feet. “Still questioning my guts, babe?” Bridget switched over to a Wristlock, nudged Braddock away with her shoulder, then reeled her in and drove a Kneelift into her tummy.
Pleased by the lack of response from the usually mouthy Brat, Bridget pivoted her opponent toward their corner and sent Kat on her way with an Irish Whip. Slowing down wasn’t an option for the blonde Quake, however she managed to pull off a half-turn so she went into the buckles back-first rather than chest first. Alas that was about the only silver lining for Braddock because Stroud took to the skies and flew in to CRUSH her against the turnbuckles with a tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash! Bridget bounced away and exchanged a quick tag with Heather while Kat lost her footing and dropped to her tush with a dull plop.
“Light her up, H.” Bridget urged after she’d returned to the apron. “Teach her to put some respect on your name!”
Crofton nodded, then dropped to one knee and quickly draped Braddock’s arms over the bottom rope. “Ropes. ROPES!” Kat shouted to the referee. “Back these cheaters off, Merle! I’m in the OOOWW!”
Still on one knee, Heather drew her right arm back and CRAAAACKED the other blonde’s rack with an echoing Knife-Edge Chop! Braddock keened, kicked her heels against the canvas, then yelped even louder when Crofton let loose with a whole barrage of those low-angled Chops!
Having come up short against Braddock the previous month seemed to have energized the rookie and she chopped away on the wincing, fidgeting Kat, The Brat unable to stop the barrage until a count of ‘FOUR’ from Merle finally brought it to an end.
A beaming Heather blew on her steaming hand to cool it off then curled the digits to pull the red-chested Quake to her feet. Braddock shoved Crofton away several steps, only for the Lone Star Girl to surge toward her fellow blonde, land one boot sole on the middle rope to Kat’s right and springboard into an Enzugiri to Braddock’s left temple.
Chrissy covered her eyes from the THWICKING connection of boot to skull, averting her gaze as the next gen version of the Killer Imp staggered to mid-ring before faceplanting into the deck, ending chest down and demolished by a team in its inaugural pairing.
Quickly on the prowl, Miss Mustang dropped next to Kat’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around Braddock’s noggin in a Crossface grip, wrenching her foe’s head and neck, suggesting Merle ask the Cali Quake if she wanted to call it a night. Before the veteran arbiter could query, Kat managed to pivot away from the side Crofton’s on, rolling and stacking a startled Heather onto her shoulders for…
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The Texan released her grip to escape the pinning predicament, scrambling to her feet as a drained Kat barely reached all fours in the same time. Heather grabbed an ankle of the flaxen-haired fireplug and dragged her toward the outstretched hand of Sweet Disaster, Braddock being further removed from the likewise extended arm of her curvy counterpart. Avery screamed at her partner to break free and get her in, but Crofton had a double-barreled grip and reeled Braddock to the Star Climber corner. Halving her grip when within range, Heather reached back and slapped hands with Bridget.
Braddock kicked free of the loosened grasp, but by the time she rose, Stroud’s in and surrounding the dipped braincase of Braddock in a Side Headlock. The brunette ground her opponent’s cheek and temple into her hip.
“You’re a knock-off Chrissy,” Bridget growled. “And it’s all you’ll ever be if you’re not careful. She’ll make sure of that if you don’t.”
Kat growled angrily, adrenaline coursing from the insult. She got her hands up to Stroud’s hips to try and shove her way free, but Bridget’s grasp didn’t give until Stroud transferred in a flash to a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared Kat to a seat on her muscular posterior. From the side, Stroud pressed both palms into Braddock’s cranium, one under her chin, the other on her forehead. Torqueing in opposite directions, Bridget worked the Quake over with a Neck Twist that had Kat’s face etched in pain, meekly trying to pull the climber’s hands off but unable.
NECK TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJY9_ZSFvWs
The short, sturdy beachfighter was having her durability tested and Chrissy’s not terribly amused at a new team running roughshod over her partner and protégé. Things didn’t improve when the powerful mitts of the climber wrenched Kat’s neck, sending her tumbling to her side, one arm wrapping around for support as her boots pattered on the canvas.
Bridget took a bit of a detour, waving at a steaming Baby Boss, provoking the busty brunette enough to slide into the ring and go after Stroud. Merle again showed his occupational integrity, keeping the commissioner’s daughter from interfering. Pleased she’s tweaked the Quakes into another mistake, Bridget returned to a groaning Kat whose made it to her haunches. But when Bridget reached down to collect The Brat for more battering, Braddock jabbed a thumb in the right eye socket of the Sweet Disaster.
Stroud yelped in pain, turning and stumbling away from her foe. Crofton complained loudly to Merle from the sidelines and he went through the motions of reprimanding Kat, having missed it all while putting Christian back in place. The Brat’s in too much discomfort to care about the scolding. She’s just thankful she’s bought herself some time to turn the Disastrous start around. The Quake pushed to her feet slowly before shooting a bytch slap in lightning fashion that scalded Heather’s cheek, Crofton’s head put on a painful swivel.
Now, it’s Heather’s turn to invade and, like Christian before her, she’s repelled by the eagle-eyed zebra.
“Sorry, rookie,” Merle insisted. “But if the Boss’ little lady can’t come in, you sure can’t.”
As he fought to get Miss Mustang back in her stable, The Brat got a running start toward the half-blinded brunette and RAMMED her with a hip check. The low center of gravity of Braddock dumped Bridget on her ass from the collision. Kat stared down at the dark, wide pools of the dazed Bridget.
“You had your fun It Girl. Now you’re ours.”
As Stroud reached her knees, Braddock dipped and latched onto her front side with a pair of Breast Claws, Braddock sinking her talons into the malleable flesh of her foe’s chest, ripping Bridget the rest of the way up courtesy her bosom. Accustomed to the cattier techniques of the beach, Braddock leads the Rankings Climber to the Quake corner tossing her in with a final spinning tug of her gurls, Bridget slamming into the buckles chest first.
Kat immediately strode to the opposite corner, pressing her chest tight against Merle’s back. She reached around the man to get at Heather, keeping the rookie clawing at her in return with the ref extremely busy in maintaining separation between the feuding blondes.
Across the way, Avery was having a field day. She’s entered and pounded Bridget’s face into the buckles, amassing a ten-spot before spinning a shell-shocked Stroud to face her. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Chrissy hopped to the apron and swept an arm around the throat of Bridget, strangling her from behind. The Boss Baby jogged toward her attention-grabbing partner, gives Kat a little tap on the tush to let her know to keep up the good work, and turned toward the red-faced Bridget. Whether Stroud could escape if not double-teamed wasn’t a question worth asking as Daniel held in her place until she’s buried under the curvy avalanche of Avery’s weighty corner Splash.
Bridget’s face disappeared under the mountainous cleavage of the Quake, only returning when Christian bounces away. Released by Chrissy, Stroud stumbled out after Avery, unaware the looping brunette was spinning into a Discus Forearm Smash that dropped Bridget like a ton of bricks.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIVsF3yBln8
Noticing Heather’s been moved outside the ropes by the persistent Merle, Avery evacuated and when Kat and the veteran official turned to find the tawny brunette Peak Topper, she’s precariously propped on her forearms, her lower half still on the canvas, dark eyes cloudy, one bloodshot.
The curvy, vertically-challenged blonde stalked to Bridget and wrapped both hands around her throat, lifting a gasping Stound to unsteady feet. Instantly, The Brat buried her braincase into the cleft of Bridget’s bosom, delivering her signature Heart Butt, the thump of Kat’s forehead into Stroud’s sternum causing Bridget’s blood-pumper to skip a beat. With the It Girl’s legs going rubbery, Kat bullied her foe into a backpedal pressing Bridget deep into the Quake corner where she reached over Stroud’s left shoulder and brought Avery into the match for the first time, legally speaking.
Not that the arrival of her partner meant Kat had any intention of leaving the squared circle just yet. Dragging Stroud out of her corner via a double handful of hair, Braddock scooped the brunette up under one arm and braced the other across her calves to guarantee Bridget wouldn’t squirm loose when the green-clad blonde dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED the small of Stroud’s back across the strong expanse of her beach tanned thigh!
Far from idle while Braddock secured the Backbreaker, Avery Christian slipped through the ropes and promptly boosted her way into a perch on the second rope. Ignoring Merle’s increasingly insistent demands in favor of blowing a kiss to heather, Avery hopped off the ropes and drove both feet into Bridget’s chest with a Mushroom Stomp that tore the trapped brunette from her moorings and left her facedown on the canvas between the pitiless pair. By that point Merle had reached the counting stage but Braddock still hung around long enough to exchange a chest bump before the blonde stepped out onto the apron.
“What are you even still doing here, loser?” Christian called to Heather as she dragged Stroud upright for more punishment. “You know you’re never gonna get another tag, don’t you?” Too busy to waste time waiting for the Texan’s answer, the Baby Boss stuffed Bridget into the buckles and pressed the crown of her skull to the brunette’s sternum to keep her glued in place for a whole flight’s worth of gut-churning body shots, Avery’s heavy hands getting an approving nod from the Killer Imp as she just pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak’ed away at her opponent’s strong midsection. Finishing off with a head-swiveling Bytch Slap as soon as Merle urged her to get it out of the corner, Christian reached for Bridget’s hair only to go overhead for another clapping tag with the invigorated Brat!
“That’s right, quick tags!” Daniel urged her charges. “Crush her down, grind her out and keep the ring cut off!”
The Quakes did as they were told, Avery careful to put her back to Crofton as soon as she’d trapped Bridget in a Front Facelock. Catching hold of Sweet Disaster’s waistband let the fireplug muscle her taller adversary all the way to two o’clock, where Braddock stepped in to catch both of Bridget’s legs over her left shoulder. “Your ass is through, putz.” the Brat promised Stroud in the midst of pattering out a domineering beat on her firm backside.
Bridget’s answering groan came to an abrupt end when Kat put both hands on the Bridget’s thighs and launched her up ‘n over Avery’s head! It would’ve been an especially nasty Vertical Suplex if Braddock had simply stepped back, but that would’ve been kind and the Quakes were far from kind. Lunging forward as her prey swung away, Kat curled her left arm around Stroud’s waist and dropped to one knee, thus THWHUMPING her spine with a second Backbreaker even as Avery’s landing whipped their opponent’s noggin in an impromptu Neckbreaker. Groaning in sympathetic anguish in the wake of the Richter Scare, the FAWNatics adopted a much more urgent tone as soon as Braddock splashed across Bridget’s midsection for the…
RICHTER SCARE @ 00:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCYvBO5PnOE
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THRNOOOO!
Bridget got a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, meaning Heather could return to the Climbers corner without unloading the Double Axehandle she’d had at the ready. Kat didn’t let her off easy though, indeed the Brat adopted her shrillest, most indignant tone to guarantee that Merle would be otherwise occupied when she gooooooouged her nails into Bridget’s squealing features!
“Don’t start whimpering on me now, putz!” Braddock taunted once they were both vertical. The real shaking’s just getting started!”
A basic Wristlock allowed her to guide the brunette to the center of the squared circle, meaning there was plenty of runway for Stroud to build up a head of steam when the Brat Whipped her into the Quakes corner. Though she loathed giving Stroud even a moment’s respite, Braddock held back a heartbeat or two in case Minnesota Wild pulled off one of her slippery little tricks. Then she was off and closing fast, the fireplug blonde picking up speed even as Stroud spun around and BWUUUNGED spine-first against the buck--“OOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Kat went low and launched off her back foot to bury her right shoulder in the pit of Bridget’s stomach! The Spear put Stroud’s butt on the middle buckle and left Braddock on one knee, meaning Avery just had to reach over and slap her partner on the shoulder to return to the match. “Get out here, pleeb.” Christian caught Stroud by the scruff of the neck and led / dragged her out into deep water. A snug Facelock followed, Baby Boss slinging Bridget’s near (left) arm across her shoulders so she could reach down and claim the taller brunette’s left leg. Yanking the trapped limb into an awkward standing Cradle, Avery tipped a wink to the increasingly worried Heather and chirped, “Stay there, putz. You don’t want any of this.”
The Lone Star Girl bristled, though she held her tongue even when Christian muscled her partner overhead and laid out and THWHUNKED Bridget flush on the back of her head and shoulders! Avery floated over into a Lateral Press, hooked the far leg and mouthed Merle’s count of…
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oa7TU60frs
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THR--“UNGH!”
Heather shot through the ropes and knocked Christian clear of her pin with half a second between Bridget and a loss. “GET HER OUT OF THERE, MERLE!” Chrissy raged, the Killer Imp leaping from the floor to the apron to better make her point. “SHE TRIES THAT AGAIN AND I WON’T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!”
Crofton was already back in the Climbers’ corner, leaving Avery to scrape Bridget off the canvas while Merle tried to deal with the incensed manager. “She’s not gonna save you this time, loser.” Avery warmed Bridget’s cheek with a quick slap, then grabbed a wrist and--“NNNGGGHH!”
Stroud lunged forward, smashing a Headbutt between the Quake’s eyes! A single glance over her shoulder confirmed Chrissy was still haranguing Merle from the apron, so Sweet Disaster took control of the Wristlock and sent Avery loping toward her managNO! Avery dug in her heels and reversed the Irish Whip and sent Stroud to the strands in her place. Bridget offered no complaint, indeed the careful observer noted a broad smile plastered on her face when she leapt up and PWAAAKED a huge Superman Punch into the unsuspecting Imp!
Daniel went tumbling to the floor in a gob-smacked heap that Stroud didn’t get to savor because she immediately whipped around and threw herself into a nimble forward roll that let her avoid Avery’s vengeful Clothesline. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Bridget raised both hands and wordlessly commanded the Baby Boss to come get herself some. Christian did just that, the ferocious fireplug racing at her opponent like the world’s only sixty-three inch avalanche. Bridget didn’t just hold her ground, she didn’t so much as twitch until she dipped under Avery’s Lariat and hooked her right arm across the white-clad battler’s chest. Catching hold of Christian’s one-piece above the small of her back, Stroud yanked the surprised wrestler skyward and went dropped to one knee to THAWHUMP Bethany’s Little Girl across the post of her right knee courtesy a huge Uranage Backbreaker!
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdodlObbCWY
Avery bounced away and barreled back ‘n forth across the canvas, one hand pressed to her aching spine. Stroud almost lunged after her before thinking better of it. Fighting to her feet with a grimace, Bridget turned to the friendliest corner of the ring and started for home.
“C’mon Bridget!” Heather climbed onto the bottom rope and leaned in as far as physics would allow. “Almost there girl, you got--”
Kat raced by on Stroud’s left and would’ve caved in the Texan’s cheek with a Haymaker if Heather hadn’t literally beat her to the punch with a straight right that clipped the Brat’s chin! Staggered, Kat reeled around and “OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Bridget slammed a shoulder into the blonde’s belly and smashed her against the turnbuckles, the brunette holding her in place until Crofton slapped her left shoulder.
“TAG!” Merle confirmed over the raucous applause of the FAWNatics.
Heather slipped through the ropes and disregarded the trapped Braddock, passing up the chance at further revenge for last month’s defeat to get after the legal Quake in the ring, the rookie showing surprising maturity. Bridget had no such compunction, riddling the plush tanned tummy of the Beach Brat, balled fist after fist, Kat’s eyes bulging as she groaned from the meaty impact of each. Both being illegally within the confines, Merle decided it best to ignore them for the moment. He followed Crofton as she plucked a wincing Avery off the canvas by a wrist and shoulder and aimed her at the far ropes.
The rookie flung the Baby Boss with an Irish Whip, giving her foe a head start to hit the ropes, then barreled after her, the twosome meeting mid-ring in a shoulder-to-shoulder collision that put Miss Mustang on the deck, looking up at a smirking Christian in surprise. Avery motioned for Heather to rise and the blonde pushed to her feet. Crofton offered Bethany’s kid the next chance and Avery wasn’t turning it down. She spun and raced to the ropes behind her, rebounding out of the cables and charging at the stationed Texan.
This time it’s Heather’s turn to show she had strength wrapped into her frame, elevating the charging Avery, popping her foe up in the air in front of her, and driving a HUGE Elbow Smash into the jaw of the Quake, knocking Christian flat to the canvas.
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Heather dove atop her foe in a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the…
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Avery shot a shoulder up, eyes still glassy but survival instinct intact. Crofton glanced over her shoulder to see Bridget now mounted on the middle ropes and applying a scalp massage to the curvy blonde, in the form of pounding away with punches. The Lone Star Girl peeled Christian off the canvas and bullied her to the opposite corner then whistled at her fellow Star Climber. Though in their initial match together, Stroud instantly realized the game-plan. Blonde and brunette pivoted with their brunette and blonde and heave their cargo with stereo Irish Whips, the Quakes headed for an impromptu meeting in the middle.
But instead the partners slightly shifted their paths and hooked arms, square dancing their way through simultaneous U-turns. The Quakes charged a pair of startled Climbers and concurrently CRUSHED Heather and Bridget under a pair of natural disasters, those of the normally snowy variety. Crofton and Stroud were buried beneath leaping Avalanches, the fireplugs submerging their foes under their short but substantial curvature.
Each Cali Quake bounced off their flattened target and while Bridget immediately flopped to the canvas from Kat’s attack, then quickly shoved out under the bottom rope by a boot from The Brat, Heather stumbled out several steps before the splash ultimately takes its full toll, the Grapevine native faceplanting into the canvas.
Sensing an opportunity to regain control, Merle moved to Braddock and ushered her out of the confines, leaving the squared circle to a grinning Avery and a softly stirring Heather.
Following behind the flatted Crofton, the Baby Boss leapt into a big elbow, the point of which impaled the Lone Star Girl’s spine. Heather arched in pain and Christian, lying next to her, tried to increase the curve in the backbone with a Crossface grip. But as she moved to make it a reality, a grimacing Crofton ignores the anguish from her spine, hooked Avery’s near elbow and captured Christian in a roll-up, planting the brunette’s shoulders to canvas for the…
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The Baby Boss squirmed free in time. Furious, she snatched Heather with a handful of flaxen locks and tugged the Texan to her feet, bullying her foe to a corner and jarring Crofton’s senses with a wicked European Uppercut.
Passing on any further foreplay, Christian lifts her foe, launching the rookie to a seat on the top buckle. Avery ascends to the middle ropes, collecting the blonde in a Front Facelock. She forced Miss Mustang to stand on the top cables. Cradling Heather’s near leg, Avery went for broke, tipping backward and PLANTING Crofton into the deck with an Avalanche Fisherman Buster the impact of which echoed throughout the arena.
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN’S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Bethany’s only child scrambles to cover for the…
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What might likely have been THREE was interrupted when a recovered Bridget reaches in under the bottom rope, ensnared Christian’s left ankle and ripped the busty brunette off her partner, breaking the pin-fall. Avery shook loose and pushed to her feet; her, Braddock and a recuperated Chrissy letting Merle know it’s time for him to retire if he couldn’t keep the Sweet Disaster from cheating every time he turned around.
The veteran official scolded Stroud as she returned to her rightful position on the apron, Bridget’s hands upraised, promising she’ll never take such action again.
Inside, Avery plucked a gassed Heather off the canvas, dragging her into a Front Facelock and grabbing some of Crofton’s gear on her hip. The fireplug showed off her vertically-compressed power, vaulting Crofton into the air and stalling the Suplex when the Texan’s boot soles pointed to high noon. There the blonde remained… and remained… and REMAINED, the crowd counting out the stall to ’TWENTY-TWO!’ before Avery deposited her foe brutally into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
A stilled Heather laid in a starfish as the Baby Boss rose to her knees and lifted her arms high and wide, accepting the jeers of the biased FAWNatics. Passing on a cover, Christian ascended and moved to the Quakes corner, tagging in her blonde counterpart.
Leaving immediately was not on Avery’s agenda and together, over the loud complaining of Bridget from the sidelines, both Quakes stalked Miss Mustang, Heather having stubbornly rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours.
The Quakes each grabbed a handful of golden mane and hoisted Heather to her feet. They sent Crofton sprinting to the far cables and charged after her when she rebounded off the ropes, inner arms joined at the wrists in a Clothesline to rip the Lone Star Girl’s head from her shoulders.
But the rookie ducked under the double-barreled scythe, Heather racing to the next set of ropes. Bridget reached out and tagged Miss Mustang’s shoulder as she hit the strands and dashed toward the spinning Quakes, launching toward the wide-eyed, Killer Imp protégés and flattening each with a split-use Dropkick, one boot sole to the abundant chest of each.
The crowd roared as Heather kipped to her feet and joined Bridget along the ropes, the Star Climbers stalking their curvy counterparts as the Quakes started to rise, oblivious to Chrissy’s caterwauling.
Knowing they need to maximize their time shared in the ring, Crofton and Stroud rush to Avery and help themselves to an ankle each. From there they somersaulted the second generation star from her back to all fours, then bent down and slapped on a tandem Front Facelock. Once Christian’s arms have been draped over their shoulders, Bridget and Heather caught hold of their foe’s togs at each hip and earned an impressed ‘ooooohhhhh’ from the crowd for the dead-lift that hoisted Baby Boss all the way to high noon. Keeping Avery suspended in the stall wasn’t in the cards, but they held her in place long enough to pivot toward Kat, who was still down in the wake of Crofton’s Dropkick. With the shadow of one Quake bisecting the midsection of the other, the Star Climbers went up on tiptoe and tossed Christian forward and down in an improvised (and unwanted) Splash that THWHAMMED her down across Braddock’s gulping belly!
Avery bounced away from the landing and immediately barrel rolled under the bottom rope while the Brat sat up with both arms strapped tight against her midsection. “C’mon Kitty, time to go uppies.” Stroud noted as she and Crofton hauled the green-clad blonde upright with a couple handfuls of shoulder-straps. Offering Merle’ just a sec’ finger when the ref gets insistent, Heather turned her back on Braddock and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to secure Kat’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. In the next instant she offered her left foot to Bridget, who took it in both hands, then dipped her knees and pushed off, thus giving her partner an extra boost when she leapt off the mat and soared back over Braddock’s head to land on her knees while the Brat was THWHUNKED down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a huge slice of Texas Toast!
TEXAS TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzi7WfA4xsQ
Crofton slid her way under the bottom rope as soon as she touched down, Miss Mustang making a point to offer a little wave to the fuming Chrissy as she returned to the Star Climbers side of town. As for the legal members of each team, Bridget rushed straight to the nearest corner and vaulted from the lobby to the top floor in a single gorgeous motion. Twisting around to face the rest of the squared circle, Stroud straightened up just to take to the skies once more, Minnesota Wild kicking both legs out at hip level to THA-WHUMP the back of her left thigh down across Kat’s throat in a Leg Drop that, if not quite Sensational, was more than adequate to raise Chrissy’s blood pressure.
DIVING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcogSP6OqFY
Stroud took no note of either this or the delighted roars of the crowd, the whole of her attention was devoted to the super snug Back Press she’d used to point Braddock’s butt at the lights for the…
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THRNOOOO!
The Imp hopped onto the apron in an effort to distract the ref, but the effort proved unnecessary as the Beach Kat 2020 kicked loose with half a second to spare.
Set on her haunches beside the mewling blonde, Bridget smoothed her hair back with both hands before she honed in on Chrissy. “Get your ass down unless you’re gonna grab hold of a tag rope, honey.”
“Don’t f*cking tempt me, putz!” Chrissy spat at once. She might’ve taken Stroud up on the challenge if Avery hadn’t just climbed her way back to the Quake’s corner. As it was, Merle’s nattering overwhelmed her desire to fight so she dropped off the apron while Bridget helped Kat up with a double fistful of hair.
Sidled in against the shorter wrestler’s right flank, Stroud dipped and curled her right hand across the blonde’s chest, then reached down with her left hand and snatched hold of the Brat’s waistba--“NO!” Kat drove her right bicep into the side of Bridget’s noggin, thwarting the signature aspect of her foe’s Rocked Bottoms. The grip on her togs loosened without falling away, so Braddock hit Sweet Disaster a couple more times. “Get your goddamned hands offa me, putOOFFFHH ARRRRHH!”
Stroud pumped her right knee into the Quake’s belly once, twice, thrice, then yanked up on a truly spiteful wedgie while simultaneously lifting Kat off her feet. She sat out at the apex, landing on her butt with a comfortable thud while Braddock was THWHAMMED down full-length against the unforgiving deck! Bridget bounced over and laid across Kat’s chest, hooking the far leg in a one-legged Back Press that let her swat her blonde’s backside in time with the count of…
(Almost)ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Avery Christian soared in at the last second with a furious Double Axehandle to the other brunette’s belly, her timely efforts sparing the Quakes a humbling loss to the upstart tandem. “That’ll teach ya, ya pleeb!” Baby Boss shouted down at Bridget as she scrambled to verticality. “The next one’s gonna crush you flaHHHRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Christian’s focus on Sweet Disaster meant the Lone Star Girl had a clear target for the Spear she buried in the pit of the interloper’s stomach! “Next one, what?” Heather huffed in the midst of hauling Avery upright. “Gets your interfering ass thrown over the top rope? Yeah, we can do that!” Shifting her grip to trunks and tresses, Crofton rushed the dark-haired Quake to the edge of the ring and carried out her threat in full, tossing Avery over the strands in tried and true Battle Royale fashion. Not about to give the boss’ daughter another chance to interject, Heather followed her out to the floor and “NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Chrissy caught her from behind with a Chopblock that buckled the Texan’s knees almost the instant she touched down. Scrambling to a crouch as soon as the deed was done, the Killer treated the wounded ingénue like a roll of carpet, just push-bundling her way into the shadowy recesses beneath the squared circle.
Oblivious to Daniel’s duplicity, Bridget cupped Kat’s ears and got to her feet before forcing the Brat to do the same. Once there she helped herself to a Wristlock that she used to power the Irish Whip that sent Braddock rushing into a neutral corner. Holding her position long enough to confirm the heavy thump of Brat on buckles, Bridget wheeled around and raced to the opposite corner where she immediately pushed off and sprinted down her own back-trail to just CRUSH Braddock beneath her fit frame with a vengeful Avalanche Splash!
“How’s that for crushed, huh baby?” Bridget pecked a kiss to Kat’s forehead to make sure the blonde knew who pancaked her.
“Thuuhhh… that all you got, putz?” Braddock groaned. “You’re gonna have to do better than OOFFFHH!”
Stroud plowed a straight right into Kat’s belly, then turned and headed to the opposite corner for a second blonde-crushing Avalanche. Turning around to find her prey right where she’d left her, Bridget pumped a fist for the-- “HEY! LEGGO DAMMIT!”
The former rock climber found herself anchored in place by Avery, who’d rushed over to that corner and wrapped one arm around Stroud’s right foot! “Get off her, Avery!” Merle barked. “Get off or I’ll DQ you right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Christian raised both hands and backed away toward the Quake’s side of town, though this didn’t stop the referee from shadowing her every step of the way. This proved a costly choice for the Star Climbers as it meant his attention was elsewhere when Chrissy hopped onto the apron and rushed in to PWAK a huge Haymaker off the side of Bridget’s head! Stroud swooned, but kept her feet because she swooned into the buck--“OOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAHHHD!”
Kat joined the Cali Crush Party, not with an answering Avalanche but a vile punt that THUMPED the toe of her boot between Bridget’s thighs! Sweet Disaster pitched forward into a Front Facelock, her legs far too weak to stop Braddock from marching her to the middle of the ring. Scowling as she flung Bridget’s left arm across her shoulders, Kat hooked the brunette’s left leg behind the knee and boosted her up so that Stroud’s shins were braced against her thighs. With Bridget well and truly trussed, the Brat blew a kiss to the hard camera then snapped backward to THWONK Stroud’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Delivered to the depths of Dreamland by the Brat’s vicious Kat Nap, a starfished Bridget offered only the faintest moan of protest when Braddock ‘smacked’ her hands down on the brunette’s breasts for a rough, mauling squeeze timed out to Merle’s count of…
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THREE!
Avery was through the ropes in a flash, Baby Boss taunting the FAWNatics with a gaudy victory ‘V’ while her partner continued to work Stroud’s girls through the Announcer’s confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winners via pin-fall, THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
The beach fighter was forced to surrender in her attempts to damage Bridget further with her topside roughhousing, the Kat Nap having done far too good a job removing the It Girl from her senses. Looking slightly disappointed, the blonde fireplug used Bridget’s broken body to push to her feet. Braddock placed a boot sole on Stroud’s chest for the money shot, raising her arms, left hand gripping Avery’s right and raising. On the opposite side, Chrissy joined in the three-way display, linking with her protégés. Daniel, having brought a microphone with her, hands it to The Brat.
“Shake, rattle and roll, bitches,” Kat shouted at the lens. “You want to see a real disaster?” Braddock shrugged toward the demolished brunette at her feet. “And that loser only felt the tiniest tremor. At Mania, she’s going to feel the Big One! She ain’t never gonna be the same after that!”
Kat tossed the mic back to Chrissy and dipped to surround Bridget’s noggin with both hands, working the insensate Stroud up to her knees, she paintbrushed the defeated wrestler with an echoing slap.
“Let’s put you to bed until Mania,” Braddock informed tugging the rubbery Disaster to limp legs.
From stage right, the cavalry arrived. Heather, having climbed to the apron and slid through the ropes, NAILED the spinning Killer Imp with a Clothesline, removing the future Hall of Famer from the canvas, Chrissy rocketing to the deck.
Before Heather could add Kat to any revenge-inspired carnage, Avery stepped between, ducking a Texas-sized punch in the process. With the swing-and-miss leaving Crofton in front of Christian but pointed in the wrong direction, the Baby Boss swept an arm between the Lone Star Girl’s legs and lifted, spinning the blonde like a top to point Heather’s skull at the canvas AND DOWN SHE GOES! Miss Mustang broken by Avery’s lethal Twisted Sister Christian.
TWISTER SISTER CHRISTIAN:
Bethany’s baby girl likely could have held the planted Heather on her shoulders for the next half hour. Instead, she shoved the blonde into a pathetic puddle of rookie regret.
Next to her, a semiconscious Bridget was drawn into the lap of a standing Braddock, tight Front Facelock on one side, cradled leg on the other…for another GOD-AWFUL KAT NAP!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as the impact left Bridget out cold, Merle calling for the EMTs from the back almost before Stroud spasmed to a stop.
A risen Chrissy threatens to extend the beat-down, but a protective Merle intervened, threatening not only to overturn the decision but ban any of them from participation in Mania.
Instantly convinced, the Quakes looked down at the demolished Climbers with contempt and headed for the exit, satisfied they’ve made their point and with The Brat eager to make a bigger one on her own on the company’s biggest stage.