Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2021 23:21:15 GMT
There’d be no waiting for the has-been. That was the good news. The bad news? No Chrissy. The Imp determined it’s time for the young Quakes to step up, which tonight meant only one member of Kat’s crew would be in attendance.
Arm in arm with her fellow fireplug, The Brat was ready when the rattling sound of an earthquake turned the masses toward the upper stage. The boos began in earnest even before the arena’s speakers transitioned to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
Once the anthem of one of the GOATs, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, the musical baton had passed to her curvy, Gen Z Quake counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde brat moving to center stage. Kat Braddock settled in and let the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Beside her, Commissioner Christian’s legacy, one the crowd liked about as much as Mommy Dearest.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
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.
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.
Avery, apparently not taking any chances, wore her battle gear even though she’s not scheduled for action. It’s 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.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat collected a microphone and only then ascends and entered, the co-rookie of 2019 claiming the ring as The Brat’s playground. She took a slow look around the bowl, the Baby Boss, having joined her partner, whispering in her ear.
As Van Halen faded, the Announcer broke in with his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Newport Beach, California. she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Representing the California Quakes, she is The Brat… KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
Properly introduced, the Cali Quake drew the amplifier to parted lips.
“Don’t think the Quakes aren’t running down those towering twits eventually.”
Braddock handed the stick over to Avery.
“But tonight, you’re in for a special treat. The blossoming of a star as my Kitty Kat eclipses the sad remains of a formerly serviceable never-was with continued delusions she can play with the Next Gen Badass. Mercy? Damned if you’re not going to need it!”
The assembled didn’t seem to agree, burying the Quakes in an avalanche of boos. A sneering Christian angrily handed the amplifier to Craig Long and the Cali girls moved to their corner. The brunette stepped through but holds off on dropping to the floor, both women waiting for the arrival of tonight’s victim.
The Spring Break crowd was still giving it to the Quakes with both barrels when the Arena was plunged into gloom. This raised a cheer from the FAWNatics which the speakers soon joined, adding a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the capacity crowd lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s match against one of the vanguards of FAWN’s next generation, the Heartless Wonder wore dead black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "And introducing her opponent, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
MERCY ELLIS:
As economical in her movements as ever, Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of a sign proclaiming:
THE BRAT’S TOO SOFT TO PLAY WITH IRON FISTS!
Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face Braddock, she tapped her heart twice, then clenched that hand into a fist to make sure the younger blonde knew just what awaited her at the sound of the bell.
Kat and Mercy wasted no time leaving their corners when the bell sounded, the former hunched forward with her hands raised in an eager grappler’s crouch while the latter adopted the loose striker’s stance that’d been the hallmark of her careers in rings with four and eight sides. Well aware of the stopping power in the veteran blonde’s hands (Chrissy had made her watch a nauseating amount of tape once she’d signed the contract for this match) Braddock slunk in and tried to bait Ellis with a few feints, but Mercy didn’t so much as flinch. Growing bolder by the second, Kat CRACKED a hard slap off Ellis’ right bicep, then lunged in for a Collar & Elbow--“OOOFFFHH!”
The Heartless Wonder put a stop to Braddock’s encroachment with a heavy Forearm Smash across the younger woman’s hulking chest. Kat didn’t cede so much as a step, but she did move to protect her girls, so Ellis went low and peppered her foe’s tummy with a quick left-right-left jab trio! Braddock snarled and lunged through for another clench only to curse in disgust when Mercy dipped round behind and trapped her in a tight Waistlock. Bearing down on Ellis’ wrists even as the other blonde muscled her into the air, Braddock powered her way back to terra firma, then THUMPED the wrecking ball of her rump into Mercy’s tummy! The clamp around her midsection fell away, but the Brat didn’t get an opportunity to follow up because Mercy caught hold of her waistband and used it to reel her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED the nape of her neck.
Kat’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed after, at least for the couple of steps it took Mercy to hook her waistband again. “Where do you think you’re going, cupcakRRRGGHHH!”
Ellis’ question devolved into a snarl of outrage when Kat reached over her shoulder with both hands and palmed her ears. The sorta Three Quarters Facelock quickly gave way to a blatant hair-pull, Braddock catching hold of her foe’s vaunted ponytail and pulling like she meant to tear it off then and there!
“Leggo of her hair, Kat!” Craig Long demanded as the roughhousing grew more pronounced. “C’mon, that’s not too much to ask, I know WHOAH!”
The ref threw himself aside to clear a path when Mercy reapplied the Waistlock and bulled the both of ‘em into the ropes. Hooking her right foot over the bottom strand so she didn’t have to abandon the hair-pulling, Braddock grunted, “Make her let go, dammit! I’m in the ropeHRRGHH!”
Ellis turned the Waistlock into a Reverse Bear Hug that put the younger blonde up on tiptoe. “I don’t let go until you do, bytch.” Mercy countered. “And I bet I can hold on a lot longer than--”
“Break it up, the both of you!” Long barked. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Quake let go and the Assassin did the same, both ladies raising their hands overhead as the clench gave way to a grudgingly clean break. Putting her back to the ropes when she was satisfied Ellis wasn’t breathing down her neck, Kat started daggers at the veteran as she made a couple minor adjustments to her fight-rumpled togs.
Mercy wanted for nothing in that regard, she did however allow herself a moment to smooth her ponytail. “So did Chrissy just tell you to throw yourself at me or did she give you good advice and you’re just ignoring it?” Ellis asked when the Brat made no move to get off the ropes. “Because I punched her soft more than enough to NNNGGHHH!”
Braddock clouted her across the cheek with a nasty Bytch Slap that had the FAWNatics ‘ooooooohhhhh’ing and Avery clapping. “Yeah, she told me all about those hands of yours.” she answered. “But frankly I’m not all that impressed by what I’ve seen so far. So I think I’m just gonna walk through your best shots and grind you into the canvas like the has-been youOOOOFFFHHH!”
Mercy came in showing jabs to the chin only to THUMP the point of her right knee into the pit of Braddock’s unprotected stomach! The Quake groaned and went for another clinch in the hopes of stifling an Ellis swarm before it could begin. Mercy didn’t shy away, probably because she’d already laced her hands across the back of Kat’s head and pulled her head down at a sharp angle. It wasn’t an actual smother, but the proximity to her own cleavage meant Braddock’s field of vision was otherwise occupied when Mercy began to thum-thum-thum-THUMP! quick Kneelifts into her opponent’s tummy!
“Hey, she’s in the ropes, Long!” Avery complained to the referee. “Break ‘em up!”
The irritation that flashed across Craig’s face suggested he’d been about to do exactly that and didn’t need any prompting from the Baby Boss. “Ok ladies, let’s have a clean--” Mercy pivoted so that her back was to the official and Kat’s back was pointed at the nearest corner, an adjustment that effectively put them against the ropes, rather than in them. This didn’t stop Long or Christian from calling for the break, it did however allow the Heartless Wonder to march her foe along the perimeter to the corner, where she promptly glued Kat’s butt to the middle buckle with her heaviest Kneelift yet. Shrugging free of the Brat’s grasp as she put the crown of her head to the other blonde’s chest, Ellis balled up her hands and went to work treating Kat like a heavy bag, the sound of fists on flesh a crisp little pak-pak-pak-pak-pak! heard by the floor seat FAWNatics and everyone watching at home.
Pretty face crimped in distress, Braddock soaked up the veteran’s shots as best she could and tried not to show her relief when Craig hurried over and began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mercy straightened up, raised her hands and started to step away from her foe only to get tagged with a Bytch Slap from Braddock! “Think you’re going to disrespect me?” Kat snarled as she grabbed a double handful of the veteran’s ponytail. “Think you’re going to body me around this ring? NO MA’AM!” The Brat pushed off the buckles just enough to spin around and BWUNG her opponent into the space she’d so recently occupied. Giving up the hair-hold so she could anchor herself to the top rope, Kat drew back as far as she could, then hurled herself forward once, twice, three times!
The trio of miniature Avalanche Splashes wasn’t the strongest ordinance in the Quake’s arsenal by a long shot, but they proved concussive enough to leave Mercy gaping for breath while Braddock mounted the bottom rope and wrapped her arms around the Assassin’s skull for a rough Front Sleeper! “Get used to it!” Kat shouted at her thrashing prey as she tried to break Ellis’ nose against her sternum. “This Quake is gonna level you, bytch!” Mercy answered with hard punches to her flanks, so Braddock began to roll her shoulders while simultaneously scrubbing / yanking the other fighter’s face back ‘n forth across the hungry furnace of her décolletage.
“That’s enough Kat, get it out of the corner!” Long told his charge.
The Brat relinquished her grip without complaint, not that this meant freedom for Ellis. Climbing up to the second strand, Braddock put her tummy in Mercy’s face while she grabbed another commanding handful of ponytail. Smirking as the crowd began to jeer, Kat curled her free hand into a fist and started raining down blows while Avery counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!” Kat threw up her hands and jounced in place to signal the arrival of the big--
Mercy dropped down and slid out of the corner to end up behind the startled Quake! Catching hold of a Waistlock, Ellis prized the younger blonde out of the corner, then sank into a slight crouch and popped her hips to THWHUMP Kat down on the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex! Craig was beside them in an instant to count out…
ONE…
TWO…
Braddock twisted loose and landed on her stomach while Mercy ended up on her back, the Assassin drawing in deep breaths after enduring her foe’s suffocating curves.
Ellis pushed to hands and knees, huffing while crawling the short distance to her young foe. She snatched The Brat’s left leg and scissored around the limb while taking control of Kat’s ankle.
LEGBAR @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
The Shooter wrenched on the abbreviated stem enthusiastically, drawing mewls of pain as the Cali Quake bit her lower lip to squelch the sound. The veteran looked more than happy to work the limb until it’s twisted off or Braddock surrendered. But the woman some call the Imp-in-waiting dug her nails into the canvas and scratched her way to within arm’s length of the cables, finally wrapping a palm around the bottom.
“Ropes!”
The screech came from both members of the Quakes, though Kat’s volume and pitch are more pronounced.
A snarling Mercy gave a final going-away twist before releasing. She hopped to her feet and backpedaled a few yards to meet Long’s request.
Cursing under her breath, the ex-beach fighter used the rubber-coated steel to pull to vertical. She embraced the upper-most strand while Avery demanded Mercy retreat farther.
Instead, Ellis moved toward the buxom blonde, weary of Braddock’s delaying tactics. She reached for Kat, but the Quake’s claws flashed toward the hazel peepers of the former MMA star. Braddock scraped her nails across the Assassin’s eyes, Ellis chirping in pain as she turned and staggers away, blind.
As Christian cheered on her teammate, Kat trailed closely and THUMPED a Soccer Kick into the back of Mercy’s left knee. The leg of the Heartless Wonder gave way. She dropped to a pained genuflection.
Instantly on offense, the brash Braddock raced to the ropes in front of Mercy and leap into a low-rise Dropkick to Ellis’ chest, flattening the veteran to the canvas. A kneeling Kat shoved Ellis to her chest and inserted the ball of her right knee between her fellow blonde’s shoulderblades. Having captured Mercy’s arms at the wrists, Braddock hauled back on the captured limbs, threatening not only to remove the arms from the Assassin’s sockets but harshly testing Mercy’s vertebrae.
The Brat asked in less than hushed tones for a surrender from Ellis, but Mercy shook her head ‘NO’, flaxen ponytail swishing from side to side. Braddock continued to try and pull the limbs loose but, when she failed to garner a capitulation, she rose to a stance straddling Mercy. Kat placed a boot sole in the same location her knee was moments earlier and CURBSTOMPED Ellis’ mug into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
CURBSTOMP @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzpXCopPIcs
Ellis’ head bounced off the deck in disturbing fashion and she ended in a semiconscious stupor, face down and unmoving.
The bikini-ed Brat took a satisfied stroll toward the Quake corner, the Baby Boss hopping to the apron to give her golden-maned partner a high-five on the walk-by. Returning to a barely moving Mercy, Braddock grabbed a wrist a handful of pony. She RIPPED the lethargic Shooter to her feet.
Pointing the reeling Ellis at the far corner, Kat heaved Mercy on her way with an Irish Whip. The power packed into Braddock’s fireplug frame was among the best of her Lightweight division. Ellis sprinted across the canvas, turning into a HEAVY spine-first collision with the buckles. She remained upright only when her limp arms were thrust over the top rope on either side.
A tasty target was left for the Cali Quake, the solidly-packed beach brawler charged after Mercy when it’s clear the Wonder would remain vertical. Kat pounced from several feet out and landed in a meaty THWAMP atop the body of the veteran, burying Mercy under a body-rocking Avalanche Splash, a particularly impressive feat by someone not far over five feet.
A beaming Braddock stayed pressed tight after sandwiching the former MMA star. She gave Ellis a helping of her own medicine with short clipping forearm smashes to the left jawline. Dipping, Kat threw her right arm between Mercy’s shuddering stems. The Brat easily plucked Ellis off the canvas and steadies her across her right shoulder in prime body slamming position.
The busty Quake delivered, DRIVING Mercy into the canvas with a simple but effective slam that left Ellis dazed, in a single file, boots pointing to the corner from which the fighters emerged.
A surly Kat swept her golden locks offer her forehead and kicked Mercy’s longer, leaner legs into a wide ‘V’. She turned and trekked back to the corner and climbed, Avery looking up at her partner with sisterly pride. Reaching the top, the fireplug blonde turned to face the prone veteran and leaps from her perch.
With her arms tight to her side, and her forehead leading the way, Kat’s turned herself into a missile. She STRUCK DEEP amidships, Braddock Headbutting Mercy’s crotch from on high.
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as a wide-eyed Mercy shot to a seated position, her jaw slack, her hands rushing to the scene of the crime, working at her wounded womanhood.
Lying between the slightly raised, glossy legs of battered Assassin, Kat shuffles to her knees. She curled her arms around the hammies of Ellis and knee-walked forward before flopping atop the moaning Mercy in a cradling, full body pin for the impressive…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy kicked loose and slopped onto a shoulder, bucking The Brat off, Kat unamused by having the veteran show her stubborn side at her expense. This was a time for an old hags to be tossed aside. She’d nearly ended Kylie Sanders’ career but somehow the Hawkeye escaped the noose. Ending Ellis wouldn’t create as much a splash, but in reality, it would be much harder than destroying the pathetic Pleasant Valley Putz.
“So ya want more,” the Quake purred as she lifted a flaccid Mercy. “I can do that.”
Kat bullied the flagging Ellis into the ropes and heaved her out, trailing the sprinting Shooter to the middle and waiting for the rebound off the far strands.
Braddock dipped to send Ellis flying with a Back-Body Drop, but the Heartless Wonder showed some, leapfrogging over the dipped Brat and racing to the next set of cables. She’s U-turning as a startled Kat turned to find her and barreled over the burly, little blonde with a Meteora, landing atop the flattened Quake in a schoolgirl pin.
But instead of going for the three-count, Mercy immediately snatched an arm and, with it in her possession, scoots to a perpendicular position, the Assassin scissoring the limb into a would-be match-ender. The Cross Armbreaker had Bradddock in a panic trying to counter before Mercy could get it secured, but there’s no such luck and, within seconds, Kat’s howling in agony, her free hand wavering over the canvas, ready to slap the canvas and end the anguish.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uiwd-Cv2JQQ
But before the palm fell, a stir moved through the crowd. Racing down the aisle was the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel in t-shirt and denim. Reaching the ring, she hopped to the apron. Craig hustled to intercede before she could enter. As he did, Avery slid in from the blind side and landed a forearm blow to the crown of Mercy’s skull, freeing her partner from the possibly match-winning grasp.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Craig not only demanded the Imp drop to the floor, he insisted Daniel leave the arena bowl, pointing to the back to Chrissy’s consternation. Kat’s too busy cradling her throbbing left arm to care. The Baby Boss grabbed an ankle of her buddy and pulled Braddock out, both Quakes ending on the floor opposite their manager.
When Craig threatens to disqualify Chrissy’s charge, the Beach Cat headed for the exit. Sighing in relief, Long threw himself out of the way of a charging Mercy, Ellis hitting the ropes next to the official and rebounding into a fanatical Suicide Dive. Mercy flew between the cables and RAMMED into both Cali girls, knocking the buxom twosome into a splattering impact with the steel barricade behind them.
Both Kat and Avery puddled at the bottom, each on their backside, as Ellis took a moment to start a rhythmic clap among the nearby FAWNatics before deciding upon which Quake to take out her frustration.
Satisfying though it would be to put a few scuff marks on Bethany’s pampered brat, Mercy settled for a single brisk stomp to Avery’s midsection before she buried her hands in Kat’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. A heavy Kneelift to the belly served as at least partial recompense for the Avalanche she’d endured, but that didn’t mean Ellis was close to finished with the powerful newcomer. Switching over to a grip on the other blonde’s left wrist, Mercy pulled the Quake into a short Shoulderblock, then nudged her backward even as she stepped away, thus ensuring maximum extension on the Irish Whip she used to send Braddock THWHUMPING tummy-first into the ring apron!
“BYTCH!” Kat blurted out, the word more exhalation than a curse. “I’ll make you sorry for f*cking with HEY! DONTEVENTHINKABOUTOOOOOWWW GAAAAH!”
More than happy to teach respect and anatomy in a single stroke, the Heartless Wonder snatched Kat’s left wrist again and threaded her arm under the bottom rope. She nocked the pit of the Brat’s elbow against that rubber-coated steel in the blink of an eye, then halved her grip on Kat’s wrist so she could cup the exposed joint. With her hooks set she pulled down on the former and pushed up on the latter, Ellis putting immediate (and admittedly illegal) anguish on Braddock’s elbow with the simple maneuver.
“ROPES!” Kat shrieked at Craig even as she swiped at the veteran blonde. “I’M IN THE ROPES YOU MORON, DON’T LET HER BREAK MY AAAAAAARRRM!”
Mercy didn’t actually intend to inflict such an injury, but that didn’t stop her from grinding and pulling at Braddock’s immobilized wing until the referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Grabbing hold of a Side Headlock as soon as Kat yanked her arm away, Mercy bonked her opponent’s forehead against the edge of the apron just so she could bear down and grrrrrrrrriiiiiind the younger wrestler’s forehead against the unforgiving edge as she made her way toward the nearest corn--“NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Braddock didn’t much care for the aggressive abrasion so she stuffed her good hand into the small of Ellis’ back and charged forward to BWONK! the Assassin’s noggin against the solid steel post! Mercy sagged but didn’t lose her feet, a show of guts that might’ve bothered Kat on a night when she wasn’t trying to work some feeling back into her damned arm. Putting as much distance between them as possible, Braddock boosted herself into a seat on the apron so she rise to her full height and thus claim the high ground.
“Yuuuuhh… you think you can just treat me like a punk?” Kat hissed at Ellis as she continued nursing her left arm. “London thought the same thing and look where it got her!”
Mercy groaned, drew away from the ring-post and turned around to lock eyes with the Brat. “You really think throwing her name around is going to impress me? Try beating her when she still had her top gear. Better yet, try beating her one on--”
Braddock wasn’t about to let some crone denigrate her biggest career accomplishment to date so she rushed down the apron and flicked a nasty Soccer Kick at Mercy’s ChiNOOOO!
Ellis caught the younger wrestler’s ankle in both hands, then gave it a hard wrench that had the Quake hooking the ropes tighter than ever. Mercy made no attempt to stop her, she simply slid into a seat on the narrow ledge before she tossed Kat’s leg through the gap between the bottom and middle rope. The tactic didn’t hurt in the slightest, what it did do was distract Braddock just long enough for Ellis to hop up and snatch hold of her left wrist. “NOOOORRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Kat’s denial gave way to a wail of anguish when Ellis twisted her arm in a taut circle and simply stepped out into nothing to bring Braddock crashing down shoulder-first against the apron!
APRON ARM WRINGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=73d6ERxt_O4
“All right Mercy, get it inside for Chrissakes!” Craig Long called to the Heartless Wonder as she knelt beside the mewling Beach Cat.
“You heard the man.” Ellis secured her foe at trunks and tresses, making sure to give each a hearty yank as she hauled Braddock to verticality. “Let’s continue this lesson inside.” Wheeling through a full circle to build up the proper momentum, Mercy slung her opposition under the bottom rope and slid in immediately thereafter, the Assassin practically gliding into place atop Braddock’s chest in a Crossbody that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kat jerked a shoulder off the mat to break the count, unfortunately it was the left and Mercy snatched that wrist to tumble the Quake onto her tummy. Just like that she folded the wounded wing up between Kat’s shoulders and slipped her free (left) hand through the triangle created by forearm and bicep to clasp her right wrist for even more torque on the Kimura! “FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Braddock jolted violently and might’ve made it to a knee if Mercy hadn’t slung her left leg over the back of the green-clad battler’s head.
KIMURA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwepz4RHBE
“Tap out, kid.” Mercy muttered as she poured on more pressure. “No shame in getting caught, it’s much better than winding up on the shelf for six montgggggrrrrhhhh. Is that how you want to play it?”
Braddock didn’t want to do much of anything save escape this hellish trap, but submission wasn’t an option so rather than tap a submission on Ellis’ pert rump she grabbed hold of the Heartless Wonder’s waistband and raised it by six inches or more!
The wedgie earned a raucous cheer from the more salacious element of those in attendance, it did not however free Kat from the Kimura. If anything it worsened her circumstances because Mercy relinquished the grip on her own wrist so she could pull and twist on the Brat’s wriggling fingers!
Distressed by the ungodly angle of his charge’s trapped arm, Craig knelt beside the tangled blondes and said, “Can you get out, Kat? If you can’t get out I’ll have to stop the--”
“SCREW THAT!” Braddock barked. “SHE CAN’T MAKE ME TAP OOOOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAWD!”
Mercy straightened up a little more, the Heartless Wonder just bearing down with awful, grinding efficiency. “Bite your tongue then, brat. Hold on long as you can, see what it gets HHHRRRGHH!”
The wedgie failed her so Braddock turned to more underhanded tactics, in this case a literal underhanded grip on the other blonde’s undercarriage! A Crotch Claw wasn’t going to break bones but it wasn’t something to be endured for long even for someone like Mercy Ellis. Releasing the Kimura with a hiss of disgust, she scrambled to boot-leather and promptly stomped on Kat’s left shoulder.
“You’re one of Chrissy’s all right.” Ellis growled as she stepped away to rearrange her distended bottoms and catch a breath. “Don’t ever learn to wrestle, just hook trunks and throw sand in their eyes when you get in trouble.”
“Kuuuhhh… kiss my ass.” Braddock rasped as she struggled to one knee. “I don’t need a black belt to beat your scrawny ass.”
“Bet you needed that arm though.” Ellis countered. “Not that you were doing very well with two.”
Twinges and aches be damned, Kat held out both hands and raised defiant middle fingers for the veteran. “Doin’ just fine, bytch. Helluva lot better than--”
Mercy shot in with a Kneelift that would’ve caved in the Brat’s forehead if Kat hadn’t dipped to one side, then dove forward to SLAM the crown of her skull into Ellis’ groin! Hooking her arms around the Assassin’s upper thighs even as Mercy collapsed atop her back, Braddock rose up with a roar, then went down on one knee to spike her foe’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Already pigeon-toed after the pair of shots below the belt, Mercy didn’t even attempt to get out of Kat’s grasp before the Quake shot up on tiptoe, whipped ‘round in a half circle and threw herself forward to THAWHAM Ellis to the deck with a resounding Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPQFe61w4jk
On her knees in the aftermath, Braddock slung the veteran’s legs over her shoulders, then plowed forward to stack Mercy on her shoulders with a snug Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ellis shoved a shoulder off the canvas with Long’s palm raised for a third slap. She rolled to that shoulder and, even in her shellshocked state, reflexively grabbed for the left wrist of her fireplug foe. Braddock pulled it way as if Mercy’s hand was on fire, grimacing from the pain of jerking the arm away from the former MMA star.
From the outside, a recovering Christian shouted at Kat to finish Ellis but with one working arm, The Brat seemed confused on how to do it. Using her right set of digits, she sank her nails into Mercy’s ponytail and pulled her fellow blonde to a seated position. Shifting her stance so her backside was beside the head of the dazed Assassin, Kat thrust her derriere into the skull of Ellis. She blasted the Heartless Wonder, two, four, a half dozen times, the last after a seductive wiggle. After the grand finale of her Bratty Butt Bumpers, she released and a bleary-eyed Mercy wobbles before falling to a spreadeagle.
BRATTY BUTT BUMPERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWa9AJOx-Ws
Braddock passed on the pin attempt, choosing instead to work at her injured wing, trying to bring it back to specs. Grimacing through the effort, a shout from Avery to get back to work put Kat in motion. She headed for the ropes and rebounded, leaping above the splayed Mercy with her powerful, abbreviated lower limbs extended for a Leg Drop across her foe’s throat. The Baby Boss pounded the mat in frustration when Ellis rolled clear and Kat found nothing but empty canvas. The shock of tailbone to the plywood reverberates up The Brat’s spine as the crowd cheered with delight at the sight of Braddock grasping the ass she’d just used as a weapon, kneading her bruised buttocks.
It's Mercy’s turn to get on her horse, rising and racing for the cables then U-turning into a sprint at the seated Quake. She lifted a knee toward Kat’s temple, but the younger grappler shifted clear, tripping Mercy to the deck with a Drop Toe Hold.
The match became a race to see who could make their feet first and the Beach Brat won that contest, before going to the well again. Hitting the strands as Mercy reached her feet. The unsuspecting Ellis turned directly into a vicious GORING Spear by The Brat, Chrissy’s protégé nearing ripping THROUGH Ellis before planting her into the deck with a textbook tackle.
Kneeling on her haunches next to the splayed Ellis, Kat rolled her left shoulder before dropping atop her demolished foe in a Lateral Press. She used her right arm to a hook the near leg and hold on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Heartless Wonder proved she had plenty in kicking free with inches to spare.
Back on her haunches, Kat ran both sets of fingers through her hair. She stared at Avery who pumped a fist at her, silently urging her fellow Quake to finish the job.
Grabbing Mercy’s left ankle, The Brat rose, her look of incredulity turning to anger. With one of her foe’s ankles wrapped by her palms, Braddock wedged her left foot atop Ellis’ right ankle and dropped in a long single file, arms raised above her head. The landing forces Mercy’s stems into an agonizing set of splits, the Wishbone Drop tearing at her groin muscles.
Braddock remained stretched, forcing Ellis to endure the continued torture. Mercy rose to a seat, pressing at her screaming inner thighs as The Brat pushed her foe’s legs toward the same single file. Screeching, Mercy’s fingers yanked at her ponytail trying and apparently failing to spread the pain.
“You asked me straight away,” Kat shouted at Long. “Ask her, damn it!”
Craig settled on one knee in front of the pain-etched face of the shooter, asking if she wants to tap out.
“NOOAHHH GAWWWD!”
Long asked again. Unsure.
Mercy shook her head wildly, ponytail lashing side to side.
The official pushed to his feet. “She’s still in this.”
A frustrated and impatient Braddock gave one final, widening shove then rolled to her knees, releasing her foe. A mewling Mercy curled into a ball, trying her best to relieve the strain from her aching groin, hands buried between her thighs.
“I’m going to make you tap,” Kat growled. “Make all your MMA buddies wonder how they lost to you.”
Braddock moved to a seated position, pulling the wincing Mercy to one in front of her. Kat laced her arms under and around those of her foe, securing a Full Nelson. The busty blonde rolled the wriggling Ellis to her chest and immediately shifted into a clutch position, pulling back on her fellow blonde, curling the Assassin’s spine in brutal fashion.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Mercy bit her lower lip, but as her vertebrae were pulled to the snapping point, she wailed in pain.
“Quit!” Kat screamed. “Quit before I snap you.”
But it’s Braddock’s left arm giving out first, The Brat yelping in pain as she let Mercy’s face fall to the canvas. Kat hopped to her feet cradling her re-injured wing, cursing in pain and frustration. Again, she worked at bringing the limb into working order as Ellis slowly pushed to all fours, casting a glance in the Cali Quake’s direction.
The veteran pushed to her feet as Braddock headed in her direction and when the blonde fireplug reached for her, Mercy grabbed the left wrist, pivoted and sent Kat flying over her shoulder with a judo throw. The Heartless Wonder kept her handle at the end of the toss and slid into a Fujiwara Armbar, Mercy ruthlessly yanking on the oft-injured limb. She leaned into Braddock’s side while trying to remove the arm from its socket.
A squealing Braddock reacted as if she’s been administered 10,000 volts, flopping and writhing in a panic.
The crowd picked up previous chants of ‘TAP…TAP…TAP!’ as Kat fought what appears inevitable, sobbing as she struggled to stay alive. The Imp inside her shone through as she’s able to shift her body enough to drop an ankle atop the bottom rope, helped there by Avery. Christian shouted for a break and Long, having missed the assistance, called for it, Mercy getting in a full four seconds of further torture before releasing.
Set on one knee beside the prone Brat, Ellis buried a hand in the other blonde’s hair and pressed down to force her foe’s features against the canvas while she glared a hole through Avery. “Last warning, Mama’s Girl.” the Assassin warned. “You stick so much as a finger in this ring and I’ll snap it off on general principle.”
Christian regarded her with narrowed eyes, then reached out with one hand and grabbed the bottom ro--“OOOWWW BYTCH!” Mercy caught the Baby Boss’ fingers and did her best to bend them back over Avery’s wrist! Avery twisted loose and backpedaled across the aisle, hand held to her chest as she spat curses at the Heartless Wonder.
Mercy paid her no mind, the veteran’s focus was once again on Braddock, who didn’t care for the attention one bit. “You got a lot of guts, kid.” Ellis explained as she dragged the other blonde out to the middle of the ring on all fours. “But you’ve also got real shytty taste in friends. Daniel? Christian? The only thing they’ll do is make you soft. And soft isn’t going to cut it here.”
“Shuuuhh… shut up, hag.” Braddock tried to pull free of Mercy’s grip, couldn’t, reached up to claw at Ellis’ wrist instead. “I don’t need ANYONE to beat your washed-up assNNNGGGGHH!”
Mercy drove a single, measured kick into the side of Kat’s head, which would’ve left the Quake stretched out flat on her face if not for that tenacious hair-hold. “No, you just need them to get your ass to the ropes before you tap the f*ck out.” Ellis countered.
“Let go of her hair, Mercy.” Craig said to the Shooter. “Do I have to count?”
Mercy pulled the penitent Quake up a little straighter and gave her head a rough shake. “Yeah, I think you do.”
Long did so Ellis used him like a metronome of sorts, the blonde delivering half a dozen quick kicks to her opponent’s brow by the time the zebra reached ‘FOUR!’ Mercy broke away on cue and spun around to run the ropes directly to Kat’s left. “OUTTA THE WAY, KAT!” Avery bellowed from the outside. “YA GOTTA GET OUTTA THE--” The Assassin hopped up and THWHACKED a Basement Single Leg Dropkick offa the side of Braddock’s skull!
KAWADA KICKS & SINGLE LEG BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEuwPZdbH94
Kat spun ‘round and sprawled out on her back, the curvaceous battler reduced to little more than a cushion for Ellis’ pert backside, which she set on Kat’s chest en route to hooking her left leg in a Half Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Braddock shot her right shoulder into the air to thwart the ‘THREE!’ with half a second to spare. Undeterred by the escape, Mercy caught hold of Kat’s shoulder-straps and hoisted her up just far enough to apply a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock strengthened Ellis’ hooks to the point there was no escape for Braddock when the other blonde flipped her up onto her shoulders, then snapped her forward and down, the Brat PLANTED on the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a huge Powerbomb! Sprawling forward to keep Kat folded up nice and snug, Mercy nodded along with the count of…
PINNING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxy5S4UVwHg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock didn’t so much kick out as she did twitch her hips just enough to slide out from beneath Ellis’ bridge at the last possible second. “Good heart, kid.” Ellis swatted, then jiggled her opponent’s butt, much to the delight of the amassed Spring Breakers. “Maybe you’re more than some runaway Beach Wrestler after all.”
This earned nothing but a protesting moan from the Cali Quake, a sound which Mercy interpreted as a signal to pull down the pad protecting her right knee. After that she filled her hands with Braddock’s hair and peeled her off the mat in stages. From tummy to all fours to one knee and finally to full verticality, at least until the Heartless Wonder dipped a shoulder and muscled the green-clad battler up into a Fireman’s Carry. No showing off once her burden was aloft, Ellis simply dipped down and--“NNNNNGGGHHH!” Kat managed to shift just as the veteran shoved off, the younger blonde hooking her right arm around Ellis’ noggin to transform the Mercy Killing into a DDT that THWHONKED the Assassin’s skull against the deck!
Mercy slopped onto her back and Kat crawled aboard, her arms slithering around the veteran’s noggin to draw her face deep into the Quake’s cleav--“GAAAAAHHHD DAMMIT!” Braddock drew back like she’d been scalded, not because Mercy mustered some sort of brilliant counter but because the simple act of tightening the Front Sleeper sent an agonizing jolt from her left wrist to that shoulder and back again!
“Evil bytch.” Kat rose to her knees and dropped down, her butt thumping the pit of Ellis’ stomach. “I’ll show you who’s tough.” She rose up, delivered a second Butt Bomb. “I’ll show you who’s the baddest.” A third Butt Bomb, the hardest yet and finished with a mean little hip swish. “I’ll show you who’s the future!” Mercy started to huff some sort of rebuke, so Braddock scrambled to her feet and dropped down one more time, the curvy fireplug THUMPING every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into Ellis’ chest.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FamW-51A7TI
Kat spun to one knee rather than try for a cover, she wasn’t satisfied a Butt Bomb would get the job even at this late stage and she wasn’t through punishing Ellis quite yet. Hauling the Assassin to boot-leather with a double handful of hair, Braddock slapped Ellis’ mouth for the hell of it, then switched over to a Wristlock and hurled her foe into the far corner despite the jolt it sent through her wounded arm. Mercy retained the ring awareness to spin around before she hit the corner, though the impact of turnbuckle between her shoulders would’ve put the blonde on her ass if she hadn’t draped her arms over the top ro--“OOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!” The Brat might’ve been down to one good arm, but both legs were in perfect working order and she put them to good use by sprinting in and taking to the skies to CRUSH Ellis against the buckles courtesy a perfect tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vrgybkESEo
Braddock bounced back just to rush in for a second Splash, this one grounded and much more truncated albeit still quite detrimental to the oxygen in her opponent’s lungs. Sticking close after the second impact, the Brat threw her right arm around Mercy’s shoulders and promptly THUMPED a lightning-quick pair of Kneelifts between her thighs! “RRRGGGHHHH YOU BYTCHHHRRMMMMPPHHH!”
Ellis’ breathless shriek gave way to muffled squalling when Kat tugged her facedown into that looming cleavage. Unable to use both arms because of the damage done to her left, Braddock anchored the smother by grabbing hold of her left shoulder-strap…and by pounding a few more knees into the veteran’s defenseless undercarriage.
“Take a look at my face, hag.” Kat murmured into the crown of Mercy’s skull even as she forced the trapped blonde to inspect a much different section of her frame. “I belong to the future. And you belong to ME!”
Braddock punctuated the demand with a final Kneelift and a prolonged round of aggressive titty-on-face scrubbing, the Cali Quake utterly relentless in her smothering subjugation until Craig Long strode over to count, “ONE! TWO!”
Surprise from the ref and the crowd when Kat let go and wedged a shoulder into Ellis’ tummy to muscle her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Following her foe to a perch on the second rope, Braddock clenched her teeth to suppress a scream when she used her left arm to reel the Heartless Wonder into a Front Facelock. Thankfully cradling Mercy’s left leg required far less effort and once those two grips were secure she muscled Ellis up, over and ultimately down, the Brat THWHONKING Mercy’s head against the mat with a resounding Avalanche Kat Nap!
AVALANCHE KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Ellis bounced loose and tumbled into an insensate starfish, one that didn’t so much as murmur when Braddock climbed into an exhausted north-south pin, her cheek on Mercy’s chest, her breasts in the Assassin’s face as Craig counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kat rolled off soon as the bell sounded, the curvy blonde raising her right arm high as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… KAT BRADDOCK!”
Avery was inside almost instantly, rolling under the bottom rope. Waiting patiently for a wincing Braddock to rise, Kat taking her time not to aggravate her wounded wing further, Christian’s attention turned to the dazed Ellis.
When Mercy had the temerity to moan and move, a sneering Baby Boss snatched Mercy by her golden ponytail and a wrist. Aves pulled the foiled Assassin to her boot leather and bum-rushed the beaten veteran to the ropes, tossing the blonde over. Mercy crashes and burned to the floor below, ending in a pitiable puddle.
A beaming Christian looked down with glee as the FAWNatics booed her almost as loudly as when they show displeasure with her mother. Avery turned back to a risen Kat as Long took The Brat’s left wrist and raised her arm high in triumph.
Immediately Kat howls in pain, pulling her arm away from the forgetful zebra. Braddock cursed as she cradled her limb close while Avery charged Long chesting him backwards.
“Are you out of your mind? I ought to take your head off!”
Craig backpedaled, palms raised. He reached the ropes behind a split second before a surging Christian Clotheslined him into a back-flip up and over the cables, the referee ending in a pile similar to that of Ellis but on the opposite side.
“He better not reverse his decision,” Kat yipped, still in obvious pain.
“Believe me. He won’t.”
Avery enveloped her fellow Quake in a tender, careful embrace and raised her right arm.
“Get ready, Katrina. MMA girl was only the beginning. The Quakes are ready to rumble.”
Arm in arm with her fellow fireplug, The Brat was ready when the rattling sound of an earthquake turned the masses toward the upper stage. The boos began in earnest even before the arena’s speakers transitioned to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
Once the anthem of one of the GOATs, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, the musical baton had passed to her curvy, Gen Z Quake counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde brat moving to center stage. Kat Braddock settled in and let the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Beside her, Commissioner Christian’s legacy, one the crowd liked about as much as Mommy Dearest.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
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.
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.
Avery, apparently not taking any chances, wore her battle gear even though she’s not scheduled for action. It’s 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.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat collected a microphone and only then ascends and entered, the co-rookie of 2019 claiming the ring as The Brat’s playground. She took a slow look around the bowl, the Baby Boss, having joined her partner, whispering in her ear.
As Van Halen faded, the Announcer broke in with his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Newport Beach, California. she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Representing the California Quakes, she is The Brat… KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
Properly introduced, the Cali Quake drew the amplifier to parted lips.
“Don’t think the Quakes aren’t running down those towering twits eventually.”
Braddock handed the stick over to Avery.
“But tonight, you’re in for a special treat. The blossoming of a star as my Kitty Kat eclipses the sad remains of a formerly serviceable never-was with continued delusions she can play with the Next Gen Badass. Mercy? Damned if you’re not going to need it!”
The assembled didn’t seem to agree, burying the Quakes in an avalanche of boos. A sneering Christian angrily handed the amplifier to Craig Long and the Cali girls moved to their corner. The brunette stepped through but holds off on dropping to the floor, both women waiting for the arrival of tonight’s victim.
The Spring Break crowd was still giving it to the Quakes with both barrels when the Arena was plunged into gloom. This raised a cheer from the FAWNatics which the speakers soon joined, adding a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the capacity crowd lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s match against one of the vanguards of FAWN’s next generation, the Heartless Wonder wore dead black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "And introducing her opponent, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
MERCY ELLIS:
As economical in her movements as ever, Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of a sign proclaiming:
THE BRAT’S TOO SOFT TO PLAY WITH IRON FISTS!
Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face Braddock, she tapped her heart twice, then clenched that hand into a fist to make sure the younger blonde knew just what awaited her at the sound of the bell.
Kat and Mercy wasted no time leaving their corners when the bell sounded, the former hunched forward with her hands raised in an eager grappler’s crouch while the latter adopted the loose striker’s stance that’d been the hallmark of her careers in rings with four and eight sides. Well aware of the stopping power in the veteran blonde’s hands (Chrissy had made her watch a nauseating amount of tape once she’d signed the contract for this match) Braddock slunk in and tried to bait Ellis with a few feints, but Mercy didn’t so much as flinch. Growing bolder by the second, Kat CRACKED a hard slap off Ellis’ right bicep, then lunged in for a Collar & Elbow--“OOOFFFHH!”
The Heartless Wonder put a stop to Braddock’s encroachment with a heavy Forearm Smash across the younger woman’s hulking chest. Kat didn’t cede so much as a step, but she did move to protect her girls, so Ellis went low and peppered her foe’s tummy with a quick left-right-left jab trio! Braddock snarled and lunged through for another clench only to curse in disgust when Mercy dipped round behind and trapped her in a tight Waistlock. Bearing down on Ellis’ wrists even as the other blonde muscled her into the air, Braddock powered her way back to terra firma, then THUMPED the wrecking ball of her rump into Mercy’s tummy! The clamp around her midsection fell away, but the Brat didn’t get an opportunity to follow up because Mercy caught hold of her waistband and used it to reel her into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED the nape of her neck.
Kat’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed after, at least for the couple of steps it took Mercy to hook her waistband again. “Where do you think you’re going, cupcakRRRGGHHH!”
Ellis’ question devolved into a snarl of outrage when Kat reached over her shoulder with both hands and palmed her ears. The sorta Three Quarters Facelock quickly gave way to a blatant hair-pull, Braddock catching hold of her foe’s vaunted ponytail and pulling like she meant to tear it off then and there!
“Leggo of her hair, Kat!” Craig Long demanded as the roughhousing grew more pronounced. “C’mon, that’s not too much to ask, I know WHOAH!”
The ref threw himself aside to clear a path when Mercy reapplied the Waistlock and bulled the both of ‘em into the ropes. Hooking her right foot over the bottom strand so she didn’t have to abandon the hair-pulling, Braddock grunted, “Make her let go, dammit! I’m in the ropeHRRGHH!”
Ellis turned the Waistlock into a Reverse Bear Hug that put the younger blonde up on tiptoe. “I don’t let go until you do, bytch.” Mercy countered. “And I bet I can hold on a lot longer than--”
“Break it up, the both of you!” Long barked. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Quake let go and the Assassin did the same, both ladies raising their hands overhead as the clench gave way to a grudgingly clean break. Putting her back to the ropes when she was satisfied Ellis wasn’t breathing down her neck, Kat started daggers at the veteran as she made a couple minor adjustments to her fight-rumpled togs.
Mercy wanted for nothing in that regard, she did however allow herself a moment to smooth her ponytail. “So did Chrissy just tell you to throw yourself at me or did she give you good advice and you’re just ignoring it?” Ellis asked when the Brat made no move to get off the ropes. “Because I punched her soft more than enough to NNNGGHHH!”
Braddock clouted her across the cheek with a nasty Bytch Slap that had the FAWNatics ‘ooooooohhhhh’ing and Avery clapping. “Yeah, she told me all about those hands of yours.” she answered. “But frankly I’m not all that impressed by what I’ve seen so far. So I think I’m just gonna walk through your best shots and grind you into the canvas like the has-been youOOOOFFFHHH!”
Mercy came in showing jabs to the chin only to THUMP the point of her right knee into the pit of Braddock’s unprotected stomach! The Quake groaned and went for another clinch in the hopes of stifling an Ellis swarm before it could begin. Mercy didn’t shy away, probably because she’d already laced her hands across the back of Kat’s head and pulled her head down at a sharp angle. It wasn’t an actual smother, but the proximity to her own cleavage meant Braddock’s field of vision was otherwise occupied when Mercy began to thum-thum-thum-THUMP! quick Kneelifts into her opponent’s tummy!
“Hey, she’s in the ropes, Long!” Avery complained to the referee. “Break ‘em up!”
The irritation that flashed across Craig’s face suggested he’d been about to do exactly that and didn’t need any prompting from the Baby Boss. “Ok ladies, let’s have a clean--” Mercy pivoted so that her back was to the official and Kat’s back was pointed at the nearest corner, an adjustment that effectively put them against the ropes, rather than in them. This didn’t stop Long or Christian from calling for the break, it did however allow the Heartless Wonder to march her foe along the perimeter to the corner, where she promptly glued Kat’s butt to the middle buckle with her heaviest Kneelift yet. Shrugging free of the Brat’s grasp as she put the crown of her head to the other blonde’s chest, Ellis balled up her hands and went to work treating Kat like a heavy bag, the sound of fists on flesh a crisp little pak-pak-pak-pak-pak! heard by the floor seat FAWNatics and everyone watching at home.
Pretty face crimped in distress, Braddock soaked up the veteran’s shots as best she could and tried not to show her relief when Craig hurried over and began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Mercy straightened up, raised her hands and started to step away from her foe only to get tagged with a Bytch Slap from Braddock! “Think you’re going to disrespect me?” Kat snarled as she grabbed a double handful of the veteran’s ponytail. “Think you’re going to body me around this ring? NO MA’AM!” The Brat pushed off the buckles just enough to spin around and BWUNG her opponent into the space she’d so recently occupied. Giving up the hair-hold so she could anchor herself to the top rope, Kat drew back as far as she could, then hurled herself forward once, twice, three times!
The trio of miniature Avalanche Splashes wasn’t the strongest ordinance in the Quake’s arsenal by a long shot, but they proved concussive enough to leave Mercy gaping for breath while Braddock mounted the bottom rope and wrapped her arms around the Assassin’s skull for a rough Front Sleeper! “Get used to it!” Kat shouted at her thrashing prey as she tried to break Ellis’ nose against her sternum. “This Quake is gonna level you, bytch!” Mercy answered with hard punches to her flanks, so Braddock began to roll her shoulders while simultaneously scrubbing / yanking the other fighter’s face back ‘n forth across the hungry furnace of her décolletage.
“That’s enough Kat, get it out of the corner!” Long told his charge.
The Brat relinquished her grip without complaint, not that this meant freedom for Ellis. Climbing up to the second strand, Braddock put her tummy in Mercy’s face while she grabbed another commanding handful of ponytail. Smirking as the crowd began to jeer, Kat curled her free hand into a fist and started raining down blows while Avery counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!” Kat threw up her hands and jounced in place to signal the arrival of the big--
Mercy dropped down and slid out of the corner to end up behind the startled Quake! Catching hold of a Waistlock, Ellis prized the younger blonde out of the corner, then sank into a slight crouch and popped her hips to THWHUMP Kat down on the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex! Craig was beside them in an instant to count out…
ONE…
TWO…
Braddock twisted loose and landed on her stomach while Mercy ended up on her back, the Assassin drawing in deep breaths after enduring her foe’s suffocating curves.
Ellis pushed to hands and knees, huffing while crawling the short distance to her young foe. She snatched The Brat’s left leg and scissored around the limb while taking control of Kat’s ankle.
LEGBAR @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
The Shooter wrenched on the abbreviated stem enthusiastically, drawing mewls of pain as the Cali Quake bit her lower lip to squelch the sound. The veteran looked more than happy to work the limb until it’s twisted off or Braddock surrendered. But the woman some call the Imp-in-waiting dug her nails into the canvas and scratched her way to within arm’s length of the cables, finally wrapping a palm around the bottom.
“Ropes!”
The screech came from both members of the Quakes, though Kat’s volume and pitch are more pronounced.
A snarling Mercy gave a final going-away twist before releasing. She hopped to her feet and backpedaled a few yards to meet Long’s request.
Cursing under her breath, the ex-beach fighter used the rubber-coated steel to pull to vertical. She embraced the upper-most strand while Avery demanded Mercy retreat farther.
Instead, Ellis moved toward the buxom blonde, weary of Braddock’s delaying tactics. She reached for Kat, but the Quake’s claws flashed toward the hazel peepers of the former MMA star. Braddock scraped her nails across the Assassin’s eyes, Ellis chirping in pain as she turned and staggers away, blind.
As Christian cheered on her teammate, Kat trailed closely and THUMPED a Soccer Kick into the back of Mercy’s left knee. The leg of the Heartless Wonder gave way. She dropped to a pained genuflection.
Instantly on offense, the brash Braddock raced to the ropes in front of Mercy and leap into a low-rise Dropkick to Ellis’ chest, flattening the veteran to the canvas. A kneeling Kat shoved Ellis to her chest and inserted the ball of her right knee between her fellow blonde’s shoulderblades. Having captured Mercy’s arms at the wrists, Braddock hauled back on the captured limbs, threatening not only to remove the arms from the Assassin’s sockets but harshly testing Mercy’s vertebrae.
The Brat asked in less than hushed tones for a surrender from Ellis, but Mercy shook her head ‘NO’, flaxen ponytail swishing from side to side. Braddock continued to try and pull the limbs loose but, when she failed to garner a capitulation, she rose to a stance straddling Mercy. Kat placed a boot sole in the same location her knee was moments earlier and CURBSTOMPED Ellis’ mug into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
CURBSTOMP @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzpXCopPIcs
Ellis’ head bounced off the deck in disturbing fashion and she ended in a semiconscious stupor, face down and unmoving.
The bikini-ed Brat took a satisfied stroll toward the Quake corner, the Baby Boss hopping to the apron to give her golden-maned partner a high-five on the walk-by. Returning to a barely moving Mercy, Braddock grabbed a wrist a handful of pony. She RIPPED the lethargic Shooter to her feet.
Pointing the reeling Ellis at the far corner, Kat heaved Mercy on her way with an Irish Whip. The power packed into Braddock’s fireplug frame was among the best of her Lightweight division. Ellis sprinted across the canvas, turning into a HEAVY spine-first collision with the buckles. She remained upright only when her limp arms were thrust over the top rope on either side.
A tasty target was left for the Cali Quake, the solidly-packed beach brawler charged after Mercy when it’s clear the Wonder would remain vertical. Kat pounced from several feet out and landed in a meaty THWAMP atop the body of the veteran, burying Mercy under a body-rocking Avalanche Splash, a particularly impressive feat by someone not far over five feet.
A beaming Braddock stayed pressed tight after sandwiching the former MMA star. She gave Ellis a helping of her own medicine with short clipping forearm smashes to the left jawline. Dipping, Kat threw her right arm between Mercy’s shuddering stems. The Brat easily plucked Ellis off the canvas and steadies her across her right shoulder in prime body slamming position.
The busty Quake delivered, DRIVING Mercy into the canvas with a simple but effective slam that left Ellis dazed, in a single file, boots pointing to the corner from which the fighters emerged.
A surly Kat swept her golden locks offer her forehead and kicked Mercy’s longer, leaner legs into a wide ‘V’. She turned and trekked back to the corner and climbed, Avery looking up at her partner with sisterly pride. Reaching the top, the fireplug blonde turned to face the prone veteran and leaps from her perch.
With her arms tight to her side, and her forehead leading the way, Kat’s turned herself into a missile. She STRUCK DEEP amidships, Braddock Headbutting Mercy’s crotch from on high.
The FAWNatics groaned in unison as a wide-eyed Mercy shot to a seated position, her jaw slack, her hands rushing to the scene of the crime, working at her wounded womanhood.
Lying between the slightly raised, glossy legs of battered Assassin, Kat shuffles to her knees. She curled her arms around the hammies of Ellis and knee-walked forward before flopping atop the moaning Mercy in a cradling, full body pin for the impressive…
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TWO…
Mercy kicked loose and slopped onto a shoulder, bucking The Brat off, Kat unamused by having the veteran show her stubborn side at her expense. This was a time for an old hags to be tossed aside. She’d nearly ended Kylie Sanders’ career but somehow the Hawkeye escaped the noose. Ending Ellis wouldn’t create as much a splash, but in reality, it would be much harder than destroying the pathetic Pleasant Valley Putz.
“So ya want more,” the Quake purred as she lifted a flaccid Mercy. “I can do that.”
Kat bullied the flagging Ellis into the ropes and heaved her out, trailing the sprinting Shooter to the middle and waiting for the rebound off the far strands.
Braddock dipped to send Ellis flying with a Back-Body Drop, but the Heartless Wonder showed some, leapfrogging over the dipped Brat and racing to the next set of cables. She’s U-turning as a startled Kat turned to find her and barreled over the burly, little blonde with a Meteora, landing atop the flattened Quake in a schoolgirl pin.
But instead of going for the three-count, Mercy immediately snatched an arm and, with it in her possession, scoots to a perpendicular position, the Assassin scissoring the limb into a would-be match-ender. The Cross Armbreaker had Bradddock in a panic trying to counter before Mercy could get it secured, but there’s no such luck and, within seconds, Kat’s howling in agony, her free hand wavering over the canvas, ready to slap the canvas and end the anguish.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uiwd-Cv2JQQ
But before the palm fell, a stir moved through the crowd. Racing down the aisle was the Killer Imp Chrissy Daniel in t-shirt and denim. Reaching the ring, she hopped to the apron. Craig hustled to intercede before she could enter. As he did, Avery slid in from the blind side and landed a forearm blow to the crown of Mercy’s skull, freeing her partner from the possibly match-winning grasp.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Craig not only demanded the Imp drop to the floor, he insisted Daniel leave the arena bowl, pointing to the back to Chrissy’s consternation. Kat’s too busy cradling her throbbing left arm to care. The Baby Boss grabbed an ankle of her buddy and pulled Braddock out, both Quakes ending on the floor opposite their manager.
When Craig threatens to disqualify Chrissy’s charge, the Beach Cat headed for the exit. Sighing in relief, Long threw himself out of the way of a charging Mercy, Ellis hitting the ropes next to the official and rebounding into a fanatical Suicide Dive. Mercy flew between the cables and RAMMED into both Cali girls, knocking the buxom twosome into a splattering impact with the steel barricade behind them.
Both Kat and Avery puddled at the bottom, each on their backside, as Ellis took a moment to start a rhythmic clap among the nearby FAWNatics before deciding upon which Quake to take out her frustration.
Satisfying though it would be to put a few scuff marks on Bethany’s pampered brat, Mercy settled for a single brisk stomp to Avery’s midsection before she buried her hands in Kat’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather. A heavy Kneelift to the belly served as at least partial recompense for the Avalanche she’d endured, but that didn’t mean Ellis was close to finished with the powerful newcomer. Switching over to a grip on the other blonde’s left wrist, Mercy pulled the Quake into a short Shoulderblock, then nudged her backward even as she stepped away, thus ensuring maximum extension on the Irish Whip she used to send Braddock THWHUMPING tummy-first into the ring apron!
“BYTCH!” Kat blurted out, the word more exhalation than a curse. “I’ll make you sorry for f*cking with HEY! DONTEVENTHINKABOUTOOOOOWWW GAAAAH!”
More than happy to teach respect and anatomy in a single stroke, the Heartless Wonder snatched Kat’s left wrist again and threaded her arm under the bottom rope. She nocked the pit of the Brat’s elbow against that rubber-coated steel in the blink of an eye, then halved her grip on Kat’s wrist so she could cup the exposed joint. With her hooks set she pulled down on the former and pushed up on the latter, Ellis putting immediate (and admittedly illegal) anguish on Braddock’s elbow with the simple maneuver.
“ROPES!” Kat shrieked at Craig even as she swiped at the veteran blonde. “I’M IN THE ROPES YOU MORON, DON’T LET HER BREAK MY AAAAAAARRRM!”
Mercy didn’t actually intend to inflict such an injury, but that didn’t stop her from grinding and pulling at Braddock’s immobilized wing until the referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Grabbing hold of a Side Headlock as soon as Kat yanked her arm away, Mercy bonked her opponent’s forehead against the edge of the apron just so she could bear down and grrrrrrrrriiiiiind the younger wrestler’s forehead against the unforgiving edge as she made her way toward the nearest corn--“NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Braddock didn’t much care for the aggressive abrasion so she stuffed her good hand into the small of Ellis’ back and charged forward to BWONK! the Assassin’s noggin against the solid steel post! Mercy sagged but didn’t lose her feet, a show of guts that might’ve bothered Kat on a night when she wasn’t trying to work some feeling back into her damned arm. Putting as much distance between them as possible, Braddock boosted herself into a seat on the apron so she rise to her full height and thus claim the high ground.
“Yuuuuhh… you think you can just treat me like a punk?” Kat hissed at Ellis as she continued nursing her left arm. “London thought the same thing and look where it got her!”
Mercy groaned, drew away from the ring-post and turned around to lock eyes with the Brat. “You really think throwing her name around is going to impress me? Try beating her when she still had her top gear. Better yet, try beating her one on--”
Braddock wasn’t about to let some crone denigrate her biggest career accomplishment to date so she rushed down the apron and flicked a nasty Soccer Kick at Mercy’s ChiNOOOO!
Ellis caught the younger wrestler’s ankle in both hands, then gave it a hard wrench that had the Quake hooking the ropes tighter than ever. Mercy made no attempt to stop her, she simply slid into a seat on the narrow ledge before she tossed Kat’s leg through the gap between the bottom and middle rope. The tactic didn’t hurt in the slightest, what it did do was distract Braddock just long enough for Ellis to hop up and snatch hold of her left wrist. “NOOOORRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Kat’s denial gave way to a wail of anguish when Ellis twisted her arm in a taut circle and simply stepped out into nothing to bring Braddock crashing down shoulder-first against the apron!
APRON ARM WRINGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=73d6ERxt_O4
“All right Mercy, get it inside for Chrissakes!” Craig Long called to the Heartless Wonder as she knelt beside the mewling Beach Cat.
“You heard the man.” Ellis secured her foe at trunks and tresses, making sure to give each a hearty yank as she hauled Braddock to verticality. “Let’s continue this lesson inside.” Wheeling through a full circle to build up the proper momentum, Mercy slung her opposition under the bottom rope and slid in immediately thereafter, the Assassin practically gliding into place atop Braddock’s chest in a Crossbody that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kat jerked a shoulder off the mat to break the count, unfortunately it was the left and Mercy snatched that wrist to tumble the Quake onto her tummy. Just like that she folded the wounded wing up between Kat’s shoulders and slipped her free (left) hand through the triangle created by forearm and bicep to clasp her right wrist for even more torque on the Kimura! “FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Braddock jolted violently and might’ve made it to a knee if Mercy hadn’t slung her left leg over the back of the green-clad battler’s head.
KIMURA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwepz4RHBE
“Tap out, kid.” Mercy muttered as she poured on more pressure. “No shame in getting caught, it’s much better than winding up on the shelf for six montgggggrrrrhhhh. Is that how you want to play it?”
Braddock didn’t want to do much of anything save escape this hellish trap, but submission wasn’t an option so rather than tap a submission on Ellis’ pert rump she grabbed hold of the Heartless Wonder’s waistband and raised it by six inches or more!
The wedgie earned a raucous cheer from the more salacious element of those in attendance, it did not however free Kat from the Kimura. If anything it worsened her circumstances because Mercy relinquished the grip on her own wrist so she could pull and twist on the Brat’s wriggling fingers!
Distressed by the ungodly angle of his charge’s trapped arm, Craig knelt beside the tangled blondes and said, “Can you get out, Kat? If you can’t get out I’ll have to stop the--”
“SCREW THAT!” Braddock barked. “SHE CAN’T MAKE ME TAP OOOOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAWD!”
Mercy straightened up a little more, the Heartless Wonder just bearing down with awful, grinding efficiency. “Bite your tongue then, brat. Hold on long as you can, see what it gets HHHRRRGHH!”
The wedgie failed her so Braddock turned to more underhanded tactics, in this case a literal underhanded grip on the other blonde’s undercarriage! A Crotch Claw wasn’t going to break bones but it wasn’t something to be endured for long even for someone like Mercy Ellis. Releasing the Kimura with a hiss of disgust, she scrambled to boot-leather and promptly stomped on Kat’s left shoulder.
“You’re one of Chrissy’s all right.” Ellis growled as she stepped away to rearrange her distended bottoms and catch a breath. “Don’t ever learn to wrestle, just hook trunks and throw sand in their eyes when you get in trouble.”
“Kuuuhhh… kiss my ass.” Braddock rasped as she struggled to one knee. “I don’t need a black belt to beat your scrawny ass.”
“Bet you needed that arm though.” Ellis countered. “Not that you were doing very well with two.”
Twinges and aches be damned, Kat held out both hands and raised defiant middle fingers for the veteran. “Doin’ just fine, bytch. Helluva lot better than--”
Mercy shot in with a Kneelift that would’ve caved in the Brat’s forehead if Kat hadn’t dipped to one side, then dove forward to SLAM the crown of her skull into Ellis’ groin! Hooking her arms around the Assassin’s upper thighs even as Mercy collapsed atop her back, Braddock rose up with a roar, then went down on one knee to spike her foe’s crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Already pigeon-toed after the pair of shots below the belt, Mercy didn’t even attempt to get out of Kat’s grasp before the Quake shot up on tiptoe, whipped ‘round in a half circle and threw herself forward to THAWHAM Ellis to the deck with a resounding Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPQFe61w4jk
On her knees in the aftermath, Braddock slung the veteran’s legs over her shoulders, then plowed forward to stack Mercy on her shoulders with a snug Matchbook good for the…
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TWO…
Ellis shoved a shoulder off the canvas with Long’s palm raised for a third slap. She rolled to that shoulder and, even in her shellshocked state, reflexively grabbed for the left wrist of her fireplug foe. Braddock pulled it way as if Mercy’s hand was on fire, grimacing from the pain of jerking the arm away from the former MMA star.
From the outside, a recovering Christian shouted at Kat to finish Ellis but with one working arm, The Brat seemed confused on how to do it. Using her right set of digits, she sank her nails into Mercy’s ponytail and pulled her fellow blonde to a seated position. Shifting her stance so her backside was beside the head of the dazed Assassin, Kat thrust her derriere into the skull of Ellis. She blasted the Heartless Wonder, two, four, a half dozen times, the last after a seductive wiggle. After the grand finale of her Bratty Butt Bumpers, she released and a bleary-eyed Mercy wobbles before falling to a spreadeagle.
BRATTY BUTT BUMPERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWa9AJOx-Ws
Braddock passed on the pin attempt, choosing instead to work at her injured wing, trying to bring it back to specs. Grimacing through the effort, a shout from Avery to get back to work put Kat in motion. She headed for the ropes and rebounded, leaping above the splayed Mercy with her powerful, abbreviated lower limbs extended for a Leg Drop across her foe’s throat. The Baby Boss pounded the mat in frustration when Ellis rolled clear and Kat found nothing but empty canvas. The shock of tailbone to the plywood reverberates up The Brat’s spine as the crowd cheered with delight at the sight of Braddock grasping the ass she’d just used as a weapon, kneading her bruised buttocks.
It's Mercy’s turn to get on her horse, rising and racing for the cables then U-turning into a sprint at the seated Quake. She lifted a knee toward Kat’s temple, but the younger grappler shifted clear, tripping Mercy to the deck with a Drop Toe Hold.
The match became a race to see who could make their feet first and the Beach Brat won that contest, before going to the well again. Hitting the strands as Mercy reached her feet. The unsuspecting Ellis turned directly into a vicious GORING Spear by The Brat, Chrissy’s protégé nearing ripping THROUGH Ellis before planting her into the deck with a textbook tackle.
Kneeling on her haunches next to the splayed Ellis, Kat rolled her left shoulder before dropping atop her demolished foe in a Lateral Press. She used her right arm to a hook the near leg and hold on for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Heartless Wonder proved she had plenty in kicking free with inches to spare.
Back on her haunches, Kat ran both sets of fingers through her hair. She stared at Avery who pumped a fist at her, silently urging her fellow Quake to finish the job.
Grabbing Mercy’s left ankle, The Brat rose, her look of incredulity turning to anger. With one of her foe’s ankles wrapped by her palms, Braddock wedged her left foot atop Ellis’ right ankle and dropped in a long single file, arms raised above her head. The landing forces Mercy’s stems into an agonizing set of splits, the Wishbone Drop tearing at her groin muscles.
Braddock remained stretched, forcing Ellis to endure the continued torture. Mercy rose to a seat, pressing at her screaming inner thighs as The Brat pushed her foe’s legs toward the same single file. Screeching, Mercy’s fingers yanked at her ponytail trying and apparently failing to spread the pain.
“You asked me straight away,” Kat shouted at Long. “Ask her, damn it!”
Craig settled on one knee in front of the pain-etched face of the shooter, asking if she wants to tap out.
“NOOAHHH GAWWWD!”
Long asked again. Unsure.
Mercy shook her head wildly, ponytail lashing side to side.
The official pushed to his feet. “She’s still in this.”
A frustrated and impatient Braddock gave one final, widening shove then rolled to her knees, releasing her foe. A mewling Mercy curled into a ball, trying her best to relieve the strain from her aching groin, hands buried between her thighs.
“I’m going to make you tap,” Kat growled. “Make all your MMA buddies wonder how they lost to you.”
Braddock moved to a seated position, pulling the wincing Mercy to one in front of her. Kat laced her arms under and around those of her foe, securing a Full Nelson. The busty blonde rolled the wriggling Ellis to her chest and immediately shifted into a clutch position, pulling back on her fellow blonde, curling the Assassin’s spine in brutal fashion.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Mercy bit her lower lip, but as her vertebrae were pulled to the snapping point, she wailed in pain.
“Quit!” Kat screamed. “Quit before I snap you.”
But it’s Braddock’s left arm giving out first, The Brat yelping in pain as she let Mercy’s face fall to the canvas. Kat hopped to her feet cradling her re-injured wing, cursing in pain and frustration. Again, she worked at bringing the limb into working order as Ellis slowly pushed to all fours, casting a glance in the Cali Quake’s direction.
The veteran pushed to her feet as Braddock headed in her direction and when the blonde fireplug reached for her, Mercy grabbed the left wrist, pivoted and sent Kat flying over her shoulder with a judo throw. The Heartless Wonder kept her handle at the end of the toss and slid into a Fujiwara Armbar, Mercy ruthlessly yanking on the oft-injured limb. She leaned into Braddock’s side while trying to remove the arm from its socket.
A squealing Braddock reacted as if she’s been administered 10,000 volts, flopping and writhing in a panic.
The crowd picked up previous chants of ‘TAP…TAP…TAP!’ as Kat fought what appears inevitable, sobbing as she struggled to stay alive. The Imp inside her shone through as she’s able to shift her body enough to drop an ankle atop the bottom rope, helped there by Avery. Christian shouted for a break and Long, having missed the assistance, called for it, Mercy getting in a full four seconds of further torture before releasing.
Set on one knee beside the prone Brat, Ellis buried a hand in the other blonde’s hair and pressed down to force her foe’s features against the canvas while she glared a hole through Avery. “Last warning, Mama’s Girl.” the Assassin warned. “You stick so much as a finger in this ring and I’ll snap it off on general principle.”
Christian regarded her with narrowed eyes, then reached out with one hand and grabbed the bottom ro--“OOOWWW BYTCH!” Mercy caught the Baby Boss’ fingers and did her best to bend them back over Avery’s wrist! Avery twisted loose and backpedaled across the aisle, hand held to her chest as she spat curses at the Heartless Wonder.
Mercy paid her no mind, the veteran’s focus was once again on Braddock, who didn’t care for the attention one bit. “You got a lot of guts, kid.” Ellis explained as she dragged the other blonde out to the middle of the ring on all fours. “But you’ve also got real shytty taste in friends. Daniel? Christian? The only thing they’ll do is make you soft. And soft isn’t going to cut it here.”
“Shuuuhh… shut up, hag.” Braddock tried to pull free of Mercy’s grip, couldn’t, reached up to claw at Ellis’ wrist instead. “I don’t need ANYONE to beat your washed-up assNNNGGGGHH!”
Mercy drove a single, measured kick into the side of Kat’s head, which would’ve left the Quake stretched out flat on her face if not for that tenacious hair-hold. “No, you just need them to get your ass to the ropes before you tap the f*ck out.” Ellis countered.
“Let go of her hair, Mercy.” Craig said to the Shooter. “Do I have to count?”
Mercy pulled the penitent Quake up a little straighter and gave her head a rough shake. “Yeah, I think you do.”
Long did so Ellis used him like a metronome of sorts, the blonde delivering half a dozen quick kicks to her opponent’s brow by the time the zebra reached ‘FOUR!’ Mercy broke away on cue and spun around to run the ropes directly to Kat’s left. “OUTTA THE WAY, KAT!” Avery bellowed from the outside. “YA GOTTA GET OUTTA THE--” The Assassin hopped up and THWHACKED a Basement Single Leg Dropkick offa the side of Braddock’s skull!
KAWADA KICKS & SINGLE LEG BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEuwPZdbH94
Kat spun ‘round and sprawled out on her back, the curvaceous battler reduced to little more than a cushion for Ellis’ pert backside, which she set on Kat’s chest en route to hooking her left leg in a Half Matchbook good for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Braddock shot her right shoulder into the air to thwart the ‘THREE!’ with half a second to spare. Undeterred by the escape, Mercy caught hold of Kat’s shoulder-straps and hoisted her up just far enough to apply a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock strengthened Ellis’ hooks to the point there was no escape for Braddock when the other blonde flipped her up onto her shoulders, then snapped her forward and down, the Brat PLANTED on the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a huge Powerbomb! Sprawling forward to keep Kat folded up nice and snug, Mercy nodded along with the count of…
PINNING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxy5S4UVwHg
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock didn’t so much kick out as she did twitch her hips just enough to slide out from beneath Ellis’ bridge at the last possible second. “Good heart, kid.” Ellis swatted, then jiggled her opponent’s butt, much to the delight of the amassed Spring Breakers. “Maybe you’re more than some runaway Beach Wrestler after all.”
This earned nothing but a protesting moan from the Cali Quake, a sound which Mercy interpreted as a signal to pull down the pad protecting her right knee. After that she filled her hands with Braddock’s hair and peeled her off the mat in stages. From tummy to all fours to one knee and finally to full verticality, at least until the Heartless Wonder dipped a shoulder and muscled the green-clad battler up into a Fireman’s Carry. No showing off once her burden was aloft, Ellis simply dipped down and--“NNNNNGGGHHH!” Kat managed to shift just as the veteran shoved off, the younger blonde hooking her right arm around Ellis’ noggin to transform the Mercy Killing into a DDT that THWHONKED the Assassin’s skull against the deck!
Mercy slopped onto her back and Kat crawled aboard, her arms slithering around the veteran’s noggin to draw her face deep into the Quake’s cleav--“GAAAAAHHHD DAMMIT!” Braddock drew back like she’d been scalded, not because Mercy mustered some sort of brilliant counter but because the simple act of tightening the Front Sleeper sent an agonizing jolt from her left wrist to that shoulder and back again!
“Evil bytch.” Kat rose to her knees and dropped down, her butt thumping the pit of Ellis’ stomach. “I’ll show you who’s tough.” She rose up, delivered a second Butt Bomb. “I’ll show you who’s the baddest.” A third Butt Bomb, the hardest yet and finished with a mean little hip swish. “I’ll show you who’s the future!” Mercy started to huff some sort of rebuke, so Braddock scrambled to her feet and dropped down one more time, the curvy fireplug THUMPING every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into Ellis’ chest.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FamW-51A7TI
Kat spun to one knee rather than try for a cover, she wasn’t satisfied a Butt Bomb would get the job even at this late stage and she wasn’t through punishing Ellis quite yet. Hauling the Assassin to boot-leather with a double handful of hair, Braddock slapped Ellis’ mouth for the hell of it, then switched over to a Wristlock and hurled her foe into the far corner despite the jolt it sent through her wounded arm. Mercy retained the ring awareness to spin around before she hit the corner, though the impact of turnbuckle between her shoulders would’ve put the blonde on her ass if she hadn’t draped her arms over the top ro--“OOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!” The Brat might’ve been down to one good arm, but both legs were in perfect working order and she put them to good use by sprinting in and taking to the skies to CRUSH Ellis against the buckles courtesy a perfect tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vrgybkESEo
Braddock bounced back just to rush in for a second Splash, this one grounded and much more truncated albeit still quite detrimental to the oxygen in her opponent’s lungs. Sticking close after the second impact, the Brat threw her right arm around Mercy’s shoulders and promptly THUMPED a lightning-quick pair of Kneelifts between her thighs! “RRRGGGHHHH YOU BYTCHHHRRMMMMPPHHH!”
Ellis’ breathless shriek gave way to muffled squalling when Kat tugged her facedown into that looming cleavage. Unable to use both arms because of the damage done to her left, Braddock anchored the smother by grabbing hold of her left shoulder-strap…and by pounding a few more knees into the veteran’s defenseless undercarriage.
“Take a look at my face, hag.” Kat murmured into the crown of Mercy’s skull even as she forced the trapped blonde to inspect a much different section of her frame. “I belong to the future. And you belong to ME!”
Braddock punctuated the demand with a final Kneelift and a prolonged round of aggressive titty-on-face scrubbing, the Cali Quake utterly relentless in her smothering subjugation until Craig Long strode over to count, “ONE! TWO!”
Surprise from the ref and the crowd when Kat let go and wedged a shoulder into Ellis’ tummy to muscle her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Following her foe to a perch on the second rope, Braddock clenched her teeth to suppress a scream when she used her left arm to reel the Heartless Wonder into a Front Facelock. Thankfully cradling Mercy’s left leg required far less effort and once those two grips were secure she muscled Ellis up, over and ultimately down, the Brat THWHONKING Mercy’s head against the mat with a resounding Avalanche Kat Nap!
AVALANCHE KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Ellis bounced loose and tumbled into an insensate starfish, one that didn’t so much as murmur when Braddock climbed into an exhausted north-south pin, her cheek on Mercy’s chest, her breasts in the Assassin’s face as Craig counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kat rolled off soon as the bell sounded, the curvy blonde raising her right arm high as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… KAT BRADDOCK!”
Avery was inside almost instantly, rolling under the bottom rope. Waiting patiently for a wincing Braddock to rise, Kat taking her time not to aggravate her wounded wing further, Christian’s attention turned to the dazed Ellis.
When Mercy had the temerity to moan and move, a sneering Baby Boss snatched Mercy by her golden ponytail and a wrist. Aves pulled the foiled Assassin to her boot leather and bum-rushed the beaten veteran to the ropes, tossing the blonde over. Mercy crashes and burned to the floor below, ending in a pitiable puddle.
A beaming Christian looked down with glee as the FAWNatics booed her almost as loudly as when they show displeasure with her mother. Avery turned back to a risen Kat as Long took The Brat’s left wrist and raised her arm high in triumph.
Immediately Kat howls in pain, pulling her arm away from the forgetful zebra. Braddock cursed as she cradled her limb close while Avery charged Long chesting him backwards.
“Are you out of your mind? I ought to take your head off!”
Craig backpedaled, palms raised. He reached the ropes behind a split second before a surging Christian Clotheslined him into a back-flip up and over the cables, the referee ending in a pile similar to that of Ellis but on the opposite side.
“He better not reverse his decision,” Kat yipped, still in obvious pain.
“Believe me. He won’t.”
Avery enveloped her fellow Quake in a tender, careful embrace and raised her right arm.
“Get ready, Katrina. MMA girl was only the beginning. The Quakes are ready to rumble.”