Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2022 23:50:17 GMT
Their title match spoiled by the interference of two Golden State brats, the DQ win claimed by Emily and Kylie because of it leaving them short of the championship, the veteran duo stood ready to punish their Gen Z counterparts.
The FAWN icons, surely headed to the organization’s Hall of Fame when said hall broke ground, bounced on the balls of their feet backstage, forced to battle their way back to the number one contender position.
Outside, the FAWNatics waited impatiently, the buzz growing. History delayed, but history still to be made.
Behind the curtain, Sanders and West, who’ve seen it all, seemed especially eager to take out their frustrations on their despicable fireplug foes.
The buzz of the crowd grew with the imminent arrival of the stars at twilight, Em and Ky still burning brightly.
“I want Kat,” Kylie insisted, a quiver in her voice. “I need her. That girl’s intent on ending me and I’m going out on my own terns, not anyone else’s.”
“But if you are focusing on just Katrina,” Emily interjected, “then you’re putting our chance to get the titles on her terms.”
Kylie nods sheepishly.
“You’re right. OK. Tonight’s about nothing but the win, but I’ll be damned if I don’t find some time for Chrissy Lite.”
Emily grins.
“I’ll put it in your calendar.”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics and the eclectic duo it’s time to show they’re prepared to beat back Father Time once more and rock the Quakes to their core.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claimed the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, the sellout crowd roaring as the old hands took center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
Reveling in the affection from the crowd, West and Sanders turned to the other and shared a look of recognition, both of their surroundings and themselves. They headed down the ramp toward both revenge and destiny.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moved down the aisle and up the steps to boisterous acclaim.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
REFERENCE:
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The Black Queen received plenty of love in her own right, the assembled excited to see Emily flourishing after an extended period away from the squared circle.
Ky waited for West to reach the apron next to her, the Sensual Scholar garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
The teammates slipped through the cables simultaneously and move to the middle where they raise arms high and wide, their music fading.
The Announcer, realizing he didn't have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, made their arrival official. “Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. First. At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated, the illustrious, the soon to be victorious… Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
Sanders pumped a fist as she and her partner moved to their assigned corner, Emily more reserved and thoughtful, likely considering the calculus necessary to place another ‘W’ in the column.
With the duo Avery Christian had recently dubbed Yesterday's News playing it up for the idiot fans, 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 exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the brilliance faded the California Quakes were present, though their mentor was not, the, the Killer Imp conspicuous by her absence. Not that her charges looked even slightly concerned and why should they? Chrissy had tried to impart a lesson last month only to end up tapping out to the returning Sue Burlingame. The Quakes? They'd flattened out the Tag Champs and the number one contenders in a savage show of force, so maybe Daniel had taught them something after all.
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
Whatever the reason for their leader's absence, Avery and Kat looked more than ready to handle business themselves as they greeted the capacity crowd with scorn and derision and before each raised a foot and STAMPED down on the stage to properly prophecize they shockwaves they meant to step through FAWN. That it also triggered an ominous rumbling from the speakers no doubt added momentum to their already considerable swagger as they headed for the squared circle.
Ahead of her partner by a few steps, Kat Braddock kept her eyes focused on the veterans and Kylie in particular, though she wasn't so honed in that she didn't take the occasional verbal pot-shot at the aisleside idiots that dared challenge her passage. For tonight's battle the busty blonde brat wore her trademark green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
As for the Baby Boss, she 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'.
They were just about in the shadow of the squared circle when the Announcer found his opening. “And introducing their opponents, hailing 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!”
Braddock greeted this fanfare with a burly double bicep flex and shouted taunts while Christian simply stretched her arms wide, daring the pathetic rank and file to avert their gaze if she proved too wondrous for their little minds to behold. This didn't seem to be the case as the boos rose to the point of requiring ear protection, much to the delight of the Quakes. Stomping up the steps like they owned 'em, blonde and brunette dipped through the strands and stormed to center ring, each again raising a foot for that ominous stomp that sent a shiver through the sound system. Surefooted despite all these theatrics, referee Craig Long made his way over to the curvaceous pair and checked out their pads and boots before sending them to the opposite corner so the contest could officially begin.
Given the well, bratty, nature of their opposition, Kylie fully expected Kat to hide out in the Quakes corner or tag out to Avery as soon as the bell CLANGED. But Braddock did nothing of the sort, in fact she immediately stormed to the center of the ring to get at-- “UUUNNNGGGHH!”
Sanders made Kat pay for her boldness by rushing out to meet her with a Dropkick that caught the younger wrestler square in the chest! Braddock backpedaled into the corner, composed herself with a growl and rushed out for take two, this time swinging a Clothesline at Ky's clavic—NO! Ky dipped it at the last second, spun on her plant foot in the same motion and CRACKED a Knife-Edge Chop across Braddock's copious decolletage the instant she turned around.
The Brat bared her teeth at the sting, but otherwise held her ground. “That all you got, old timer?” she hissed. “Why don't you try hitting me like you actually meanNNNNGGGHHH!”
Roars from the FAWNatics and incredulous disgust from Avery when the Pleasant Valley Princess reared back and clouted her adversary across the cheek with a scathing Bitch Slap! Meeting Braddock's shocked 'How could you?' fury with some icy veteran steel, Kylie Sanders snapped, “What's wrong, Kitty? Did I hit you too hard, you puffed-up little piece of--”
Kat pounced on her, or at least tried to. Sanders once again juked low, but rather than stay in one place she ran the ropes directly behind the curvaceous blonde to ensure she'd built up a good head of steam by the time Braddock recovered her footing and “OOOFFFHH!” Ky dropped to one knee for a short, skidding approach that culminated in her THUMPING a straight left hand into the Brat's tummy!
The Gut Punch doubled Kat over, which allowed Kylie to slip an arm between her thighs, then clamber to her feet with the Braddock squirming atop her shoulders in a Fireman's Car--“RRRRHHH!” Braddock stuffed an elbow into the side of Kylie's head, wriggled her way out the back door and created some much needed space with a rough shove.
“Did you really think you could just blow my doors off, bitch?” Kat snarled at the Iowan. “Because if you did, it's not just time to retire. We need to get you into assisted living as soon as poss--”
“Why don't you just shut the hell up?” Sanders snapped. “You think you scare me? You don't. Piss me off? Absolutely. But scare? Little girl, you'll have to actually accomplish something in this business before you scare--”
“I'm gonna retire you.” Braddock said flatly. “See if I don't, you misbegotten relic. First I'm gonna beat you. Then I'm gonna break you. Once that's done and you're not even a shadow of your former self, that's when I'll put you out of this business. It starts tonight. And it starts like this.”
Fingers twitching, the Brat raised her right hand to invite the veteran blonde to join her in a Test of Strength. Sanders didn't hesitate, she pressed her palm to Kat's, then brought her other hand up to CRACK! Anyone expecting something sneaky from the Quake was surprised (albeit pleasantly so) when Kylie beat her to it courtesy of a snappy Overhand Slap that lit up the younger wrestler's cleavage!
“Cheating hag!” Avery shouted from her corner. “Stop being a bitch and fight fair!”
The Platinum Pixie didn't even dignify that nonsense with a response, instead she switched over to a Wristlock and wrenched Kat's shoulder once, twice, three times before dumping her onto the mat with a quick Fireman's Carry. Still holding onto the other blonde's wrist after Kat hit the deck, Kylie stretched that limb out full length and laid out on her back while simultaneously threading her thighs around Braddock's bicep for a painful Cross Armbreaker!
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKt5F2AJh-0
“AAAAARRRRH!” Kat yowled in surprised pain as Sanders crossed her ankles and thrust her hips upward in an effort to hyper-extend the Brat's elbow.
“Tap out if you can't take it, punk!” Kylie demanded as she cranked and tugged on the other blonde's wrist. “Don't just sit there whining and wasting my time!”
“Screw you!” Braddock pushed at Sanders' calves with her free hand while also bumping and thrashing her way toward the ropes. “You don't get to talk to me that way, you old washout! I'm the future of this business and NGH! NGH! NGH! NNRRRGGGGHHH!”
Kylie drew back her left leg and jabbed a few stubby kicks into the side of Kat's face before grrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnding that heel into her opponent's cheek. “For the sake of the industry, I hope you're lying.” Sanders huffed. “Because you have to be the whiniest, most self-entitled brat I've encountered in a long tiWHOOOAAAH!”
Kat abruptly rolled to one knee and pressed in tight against the back of the Iowan's upturned haunches to stack Kylie on her shoulders for the...
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TWO...
“RRRGGHHH DAMMIT!”
Obvious frustration from the blonde Quake when Kylie popped her hips to put her down flat once again! “Nice try, Kitty.” Sanders noted as she continued putting rough strain on Braddock's shoulder and elbow. “But you're not just going to power your way out of--” But that's exactly what Kat did, the burly blonde dynamo letting out an angry growl as she fought back to her her knees despite the strain of Ky's encroaching stems. Catching hold of Sanders' tights at her right hip, Braddock leaned in as close but instead of trying to hold the Iowan down for a cover, she gathered her strength and sloooooowly got to her feet with Kylie hanging from her grasp!
Eyes wide with dismay as she realized the Brat might very well impose her will through strength alone, Sanders continued to wrench and tug on her attacker's arm even as Braddock set her into place atop her shoulders for a heavy PowerboNOOOO! Kylie pounded a handful of hammer fists down on Kat's forehead to loosen the Brat's hooks before she threw herself backward to flip Kat off her feet with an impromptu Hurricanrana! Nodding along with the cheers of the crowd even as her tush came down on Kat's chest, Ky rose up, then dropped down again, her truncated Butt Bomb enough to shoot Braddock's legs into the air where she hooked both behind the knees and leaned forward to keep the squirming Quake glued to the mat through...
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TWO...
Braddock kicked out with a full second to spare and scrambled to boot-leather meaning to immediately reengage only to draw back when she realized Sanders was already up and waiting. “C'mon Brat.” Ky slapped her thighs to entice the other blonde forward. “You wanted to make a statement? Let's see you do it with your foot in your mouth.”
Kat fumed, stamped her foot and would've lunged for the Pleasant Valley Princess then and there if Avery hadn't called, “Don't listen to her, Kat! You don't acknowledge trash, you burn it!”
“You run from fights too.” Ky said quietly. “Isn't that right, Kitty? The big, bad, future of this industry can't make a statement other than 'I suck' if she doesn't get to attack from beh--”
“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Braddock hissed. “I'm exactly what I say I am and I'll prove it before the night's over. But I'm not going to stand here and let you mind f*ck me into making a mistake.” The Platinum Pixie offered no response to that, so Kat rolled her shoulders and backed off, the youngster careful to keep her eyes on Sanders until she felt the reassuring smack of Avery's palm on one shoulder.
“That's a tag!” Craig Long noted. “Make the switch, ladies!”
“Catch your breath for a minute, Kat.” the Baby Boss suggested as she slipped through the ropes. “Cool off, I'll deal with Antiques Road Show in the meantime.”
Braddock growled low in the back of her throat. She LOATHED losing even a single exchange with that hag, let alone a whole skirmish. But in the end she took a deep breath and traded places with her partner. “Kick her old ass, Avery.”
That's exactly what Christian intended to do, alas she was destined to wait a little longer for her shot at that particular backside because Kylie took the opportunity to welcome the Black Queen onto the board for the first time. “I'll keep an eye on the Brat.” she said after they'd changed places. “I'll cut her off at the pass if it looks like she's even thinking about interfering.”
“Your diligence is appreciated.” Emily spoke to Ky, though her attention was already trained on Avery. “Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a suit that needs pressing.”
“Like to see you try, nerd!” Avery challenged as the Black Queen closed in. “You sure weren't doing much of anything after I got done with you at Thrills, Chills & Sp--”
Emily shot in, swept Christian into a snug Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that swiftly transitioned into a Side Headlock! Grinding her knotted fists against the other brunette's cheek, West treated her foe to a few rude squeezes before she stuffed a hip into Ave's belly and dumped her onto the mat with a Headlock Takedown. “Best not to remind me how you spoiled a perfectly good game, kiddo.” Emily murmured as she made Christian squirm and thrash within the confines of the Headlock. “Otherwise I'll have to dole out the punishment your dear mother has so clearly neglected all these ye--”
Avery reached up, buried a hand in Emily's hair and yanked her head back far enough to break the veteran's grip with a Headscissors. “I'll talk all I damned well please!” Christian SMACKED a hand down atop her thigh to emphasize the point. “And there's not a damned thing you're going to do about it, losHEY!”
Rather than fight out of the Scissors, the Amazing Academic twisted around within the confines so she could press her forehead to the canvas. What at first appeared a disadvantageous position proved anything but when she rose to all fours and carefully boosted herself into a steady handstand! Christian continued to squeeze and it was far from pleasant, but Em endured to sink down and then push up and back, the Black Queen freeing her noggin from Avery's grasp with an audible 'pop' en route to landing on her feet. Just like that she shot forward and lashed out her right leg to THWHACK a Soccer Kick across the seated wrestler's chest! Christian sprawled flat on her back so West splashed down atop her, the former World Champion wasting no time in hooking the far leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
The sturdy, curvy Quake shoved Emily off, heaving the Sensual Scholar up to her knees, Emily not surprised by Avery’s strength, yet considerably impressed by the look on her face.
West didn't remain fascinated for long, shoving the wincing Christian to her considerable chest and moving to a crouching, forward-facing straddle of her foe. Those expecting to see a replica of Amara Singh’s infamous Camel Clutch were in for a surprise and a lesson. Instead, Emily crosses Avery’s arms in front of her, creating a straitjacket grip, Christian throttled with her own limbs.
West used her handles to haul the busty, raven-haired grappler into an increasing arch, Em’s vision of the Clutch clearly working its wonders on the Cali Quake. Avery mewled and grunted in pain, the Black Queen testing the limits of the Baby Boss’ will and spinal column.
Craig dipped directly in front of the commissioner’s only child.
“Let me know, Avery. Say the word and this can be over.”
Christian’s pain was suppressed by a sneer and a none-too-pleasant curse, Long quickly following with an emphatic gesticulation, confirming Avery would not surrender.
“I can work you and the blonde brat until you’re wondering why you followed in Mommy’s footsteps,” West assured. “I strongly recommend you reconsider.”
“I strongly recommend you fuck off,” came a reply from the sidelines, Braddock interceding for her partner, Christian in too much pain to backtalk.
“Easy to talk from out there,” Emily murmured to Avery’s partner.
The veteran rose with her cross-armed grip in place and positioned a boot between Avery’s shoulderblades. The Baby Boss shook her head the little she could, silently pleading, but it did her no good. Emily Curbstomped her foe’s face flush into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the FAWNatics unable to contain a groan of sympathy for Bethany’s little girl.
West proved far less empathetic. She turned to see an outstretched hand from Kylie, but the brunette raised an index finger high, letting Sanders know she had more to accomplish before turning over the reins.
The Black Queen saunteed to the nearest corner and traversed to the top, turning to cast her gaze upon Christian, Avery having rolled to her back, staring at the lights in a daze.
Emily launched, tucking her knees tight, then DROPPING heavily across the Quake’s malleable abdomen, driving in her bony caps and sending Christian into a fit of choking spasms.
[bDIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt7AquszHwg
West shoved the jackknifed, tummy-hugging Avery flat to the canvas, taking a backward-facing seat on her foe’s abundant chest while hooking a leg high, pulling it close to her torso for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Baby Boss heaved a shoulder off the canvas with little time to spare, Craig dutifully holding two fingers aloft.
“As stubborn as your mother, I see.” Em noted. “At least you’ve got the guts to come inside, unlike Mommy Dearest. She must have the brains.”
With a grip on a wrist of the faltering Christian, West pushed to her feet, dragging Avery with her. Em Armbarred the Quake’s right arm to keep her in place and PLASTERED her foe with a forearm to the jaw, staggering Avery. Christian finished bent at the waist, her arms limply hanging toward the deck in front of the predatory Scholar.
With the Quake inviting her, Emily snatched her fireplug foe in a set of Underhooks. Emily then launched Avery’s lower half heavenward, the youngster’s boot soles ending pointed to the rafters from West’s heave. Emily considered her destructive options and chose to drop to one knee in an effort to snap several of Avery’s vertebrae with a Backbreaker.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hE_IqkXNtSc
Avery howled in pain, ending on her side, one arm beneath her, the other reaching for the base of her backbone as she curled in agony from the attack.
Deciding it’s time to let her partner dish, the grinning graduate of Miskatonic U strode to her eager compatriot and tagged in the zealous Hawkeye. Kylie slipped through the ropes and sank a set of nails into Avery’s scalp, pulling Bethany’s baby girl to her haunches.
“You’re not the one I want, but you’ll do,” Sanders informed, only for the Quake to curl her right set of digits and pound a punch DEEP into Ky’s ivory midriff.
Doubled and gasping, the Platinum Pixie raised an elbow to thump Christian back to tractability, but Avery thrust another balled fist into Kylie’s navel. This time the blonde’s grip loosened enough in response to let Christian slip free. She rose to face the woman who’d reclaimed her former Corps.
The dark-haired fireplug dipped slightly and wrapped her arms around the impaled midriff of the FAWN legend then cinched tight. Christian muscled a suddenly bug-eyed Sanders to tiptoes in a crushing embrace, the Quake rattling her slender foe from side to side.
“Your partner’s supposed to have a big brain,” Avery grunted. “And she lets you back in?”
Kylie started to retort but a tightening of the noose around her tummy and ribs turned words into little more than a taut gurgle.
“Mom loves that you have your fans back,” Christian growled. “Oh the merch you can turn! The more we beat you up, the more those losers buy.”
Snarling through the breathless anguish, Kylie raised her arms beside Avery’s temples and slapped her hands together behind the Quake’s cranium, scrambling Christian’s gray matter with an Ear-Ringer.
Dropped to her boot soles, Ky unloaded forearms into the jaw of her opponent, beating Avery back into a neutral corner to the cascading cheers of the Kylie Corps. The Platinum Princess climbed to the middle rope on either side of the dazed Baby Boss and opens fire with closed fists, pounding Avery’s noggin for a full set of 'TEN!' before dropping back to the canvas.
Ky started a rhythmic clap with the sellout crowd, the assembled ovation accompanying the elfin blonde’s trip to the opposite corner. Kylie pivoted through a U-turn and raced at her raven-tressed target, dipping a shoulder to impale her; only for Avery to grab the ropes to her right and yank herself out of harm’s way. Kylie sailed between the top and middle buckles, SLAMMING her shoulder into the unforgiving steel of the post.
The crowd groaned reflexively as a moaning Sanders started to slowly extricate her bruised body from between the ropes.
Having escaped goring by the Hawkeye, Avery staggered to the Quakes’ corner and slapped hands with her flaxen-haired counterpart, a beaming Brat entering with malice in her sparkling brown eyes.
A greedy Braddock races to Sanders with Ky bent at the waist and brutally lifts a knee into the bridge of the Pixie’s nose, snapping the veteran’s head back in whiplash fashion.
Kylie remained upright, which seemed to suit the needs of Chrissy Daniel’s beachy protégé. Surrounding the dazed Kylie abs in a hug, The Brat pulled her quaking rival close. Kat lifted Sanders a foot off the canvas then sank to one knee, parting Kylie’s thighs with the plank of her upper right leg to NAIL her with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Ky hopped into the air, hands buried between her cheeks, tailbone bruised and throbbing. The Pixie waddled in a half-circle to bring Kat back into view, only to be RUN THROUGH with a tackle from the golden-haired, next gen superstar, Braddock SPEARING the holy hell out of Kylie, PLANTING her adversary to the canvas with the back end of the blast.
Pin attempt pre-made, The Brat settled atop the gutted Sanders in a Lateral Press and hooked a limp leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ky twisted to one side, freeing her leg and shooting an arm into the air with half a second to spare. Unperturbed by the veteran's resiliance, Braddock gave Sanders' short locks an energetic mussing before she hooked onto Kylie's shoulder straps and hauled the both of 'em to boot-leather. Swinging around behind her foe to secure a brawny Full Nelson, Kat forced Sanders to regard her own cleavage even as the Brat turned to glare at Emily.
“Walk away now, West.” she gave Kylie a rough shake to emphasize the demand. “Whatever charity case you're working, it's done. You made these people care enough to jeer when I'm putting her through hell. That's why you're getting a pass.”
The Amazing Academic appeared to contemplate Braddock's offer. “Such generosity is quite out of character for you, Katrina. Tell me, is it done out of respect for my lingering contributions to FAWN? Or because the two of you are eager to repeat your disgraceful, cowardly treatment of Shea London?”
Kat's green eyes narrowed to furious slots and she bore down on Sanders' head enough to make the Iowan stamp her feet in distress. “Last chance, hag. You can walk away from this piece or trash or you can burn alongs--”
“Save your breath, Katrina.” West interrupted. “All the innate talent in the world can't cover up the fact that, at heart, you're nothing more than a preening bully. I'd have hoped Chrissy would've beaten that out of you by now but you're still the same arrogant ingenue you were the night we first--”
Braddock dipped her knees and yanked Kylie off the mat, her legs swinging up and out to ensure she was defenseless when the blonde Quake dropped to a seat and THAWHUMPED her butt against the deck with a Full Nelson Bomb!
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ujgdl-Ek2og
Kylie cried out in shock and pain, her wail transforming into a breathy grunt when Kat wrapped her legs around the Pixie's waist and her arms across Ky's chest. “Need to teach your partner some manners.” Braddock hissed in Sanders' ear as she poured it on with the combination Bear Hug and Bodyscissors. “She's singlehandedly guaranteeing the end of your career is as painful as humanly possib--”
“Ignore her, Kylie.” Emily spoke in a 'she who is not to be refused' tone. “You've wrestled and defeated the strongest women in the world for the better part of two decades. The girl simpering in your ear is little more than a footno--”
“SHUT UP!” Braddock rolled backward, drew Kylie into her lap and then popped forward to THUMP her foe's tush for the second in in well under a minute. “I MEAN IT WEST, YOU SHUT UP OR--”
“You'll whine to Avery's mother to make things that much easier for you?” the Black Queen scoffed. “How dreadfully pathet--”
Kat released her hooks, shoved Kylie aside and scrambled to verticality on a mission for Em's corner. “Don't do it, Kat!” Avery called from the other side of the ring. “No one cares about that old cow, it's Kylie we want!”
Braddock stopped a few steps short of the brunette and pointed a threatening finger in her direction. “You better PRAY she never manages to make another tag.” Kat warned. “Because if she does I promise I'll f*ck you up like no one else ever has!”
Turning her back before the Amazing Academic had an opportunity to respond, Braddock tromped over to Kylie and delivered half a dozen quick stomps to the prone blonde's belly. Sanders eventually sat up to protect her midsection from more abuse, which proved a successful tactic only because Kat grabbed her by the ears instead. Switching over to a Wristlock so Long wouldn't complain about the rough treatment, Braddock pointed her prey toward the Quakes side of town and slung her at the ropes only to maintain her grip so she could reel Sanders into her clutches. Arms spread wide as Ky lurched in, Kat slipped one over the veteran's shoulders and another between her thighs, then clamped down and scooped her up, Sanders flipped upside down and promptly THWHONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders when The Brat dropped to a seat! Cradling Kylie's left leg in the aftermath of the Michinoku Driver, Braddock laced her hands together to make the clasp even stronger before Craig dove in and slapped the mat...
MICHINOKU DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUjVQDuCG6M
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The persistance of the Platinum Pixie manifested itself as a sturdy shove against Braddock's bullying buns, the younger blonde dropped to an awkward seat on the mat with an almost comical PLOP! Scowling as the Corps immediately rallied behind their heroine, The Brat hauled Ky up at trunks and tresses, then switched over to a Wristlock to expedite the veteran's headlong rush into the Quakes' corner. Sanders retained the presence of mind to put her back to the onrushing buckles, but the resultant BWUNG only ensured a trip to the chiropractor in the morning and an excellent view of Kat charging in to THWHAP every bit of her burly bulk against the flagging Iowan.
“Quick tags now.” “Braddock told Christian even as she tagged the Boss Baby into the match. “West doesn't get back into this ring, got it?”
“Got it.” Avery nodded an affirmative and slipped through the ropes. “Wanna compact some trash?”
“Hell yes.”
Eager to set the ground a'quiver, Avery prized Sanders out of the corner and scooped her up across her chest while Kat put her back against a set of neutral strands.
A look of concern crossed Emily's face, but she kept it out of her voice as she said, “Enforce the count if you'd be so kind, Craig!”
“Sit there and like it, hag!” Kat shouted while Avery made her way to the middle of the ring. With Christian set directly in front of her, Braddock bounced into the ropes and came out at top speed and hopped into the air, the blonde effectively slamming into her partner's back with a Thesz Press that ensured every bit of the Quakes near two-hundred and fifty pounds THWHAMMED Kylie between those cruel cuties and the cold canvas! Smirking for the camera even as she hooked the far leg, Avery bundled Sanders as tight as she could and nodded along for the...
TRASH COMPACTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChRbij8RFME
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kylie twitched a shoulder to keep the match going all by herself, but she certainly didn't begrudge the Dropkick her partner jammed into the younger brunette's ribs!
“STUPID BITCH!” Kat raged at the Black Queen. “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”
“Afraid I can't.” Emily had already made it through the ropes and grabbed the tag rope in one hand. “Rules are rules and all that. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be back in your cor--”
Craig's nagging suggested that's exactly what Kat should've been doing, but The Brat wasn't about to tolerate such brazen defiance so she sprinted across the ring and launched herself between the top and middle ropes for a Spear centered on West's midriff--“UUUUNNGGGHH!” The Amazing Academic stepped aside only to lunge in and THUNK a huge Kneelift off the side of Braddock's skull!
“Knock that off, Emily!” Craig barked across the ring so he didn't have to give up the watch on his other charges. “You know she's not legal!”
“Indeed I do.” Emily cupped The Brat's chin in both hands and twisted Kat around so that the back of her head was snug against West's right shoulder. “That's why I'm removing her from the equation, at least temporarily.”
Em didn't just drop off the apron, she jumped off, thus ensuring maximum torque on Braddock's neck when it snapped against the rubber-coated steel with an eye-watering TWAAANG! Kat jolted away from the ropes like she'd been touched with a cattle prod, the usually boisterous blonde offering absolutely no complaint to the official when he hurried over to ferry her back to the Quakes side of town!
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPA1OdU9MQA
Elsewhere, a recently vertical Avery Christian found herself distracted from the task of pummeling Kylie Sanders by the sight of her partner reduced to quivering wreckage. “KAT!” she shouted to Braddock before turning her fury on West. “YOU DUSTY OLD HAG, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!”
She rushed toward West with a Clothesline at the ready but hadn't made it halfway there when strong arms encircled her midsection. “WHA?! BITCH, GET OFFAWHOOANNNGGGHH!”
Kylie Sanders did the exact opposite, which was to say she charged Avery chest-first into the corner, then dropped backward to stack the brunette up with an O'Connor Roll IF she hadn't kept on lifting, Ky earning an 'oooooohhhhWHOAH!' from the crowd when she deadlifted the startled Quake into the air and then peeled off a slow motion bridge that THWHAMMED Christian down on the back of her head and shoulders. With the Boss Baby 'bout Over & Done, Kylie pushed onto her tiptoes to keep her prey glued in place through...
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
His attention torn between the writhing Braddock, whom he wanted out of the ring, and the legal combatants, Long's a tick slow to drop to the canvas and count Bethany’s progeny out. Craig lowered to the mat for the Kylie Corps’ favorite old school win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Avery tumbled out of her stacked predicament before Long can slap for a third time. Sanders turned to see the official hopping to his feet with two fingers raised. Her chin slumped.
Ky heard a noticeable throat clearing from a few steps away and the battered blonde showed no inclination to disregard Emily’s subtle request for entry. As a flushed Kat weakly rolled out under the bottom rope, plopping to the floor below, Kylie took no chances. Grabbing a wrist of the dazed Christian, she tugged her home.
Kylie tagged the Black Queen with one hand and stretched the possessed arm of her dark-haired foe with the other. West snatched the top rope with both hands and flung herself over, her backside RAMMING into the inner elbow of the Baby Boss.
Avery squeaked in pain, cradling her aching arm close. She rolled to a seated position and cast a hopeful glance toward her distant corner, only to find it unoccupied. The vacancy hardly mattered as Emily locked onto Avery’s cranium with both hands and pulled Christian to her knees.
Exchanging her grip for Avery’s wrists, Emily turned her adversary to the veterans’ corner. West raised a boot sole, pressing it between Avery’s shoulderblades and BWUNGED the Quake’s face into the bottom turnbuckle with a vicious Brain Drain!
BRAIN DRAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAyYx0Bssc
Kylie raised a boot of her own to stomp the head of the debilitated Christian, bad habits about to overtake her, when Em pressed a palm in her partner’s direction.
“Now, now. You don’t need to be a Girl Scout but let’s not deviate from our progress.”
Sanders grinned and held fire, allowing Emily to pluck the Baby Boss off the canvas without any illegal attack from outside prior to regaining her target. West lifted a sagging Avery in front of her, Christian stooped at the waist. The position was ripe for a Pumphandle grip and Em collected it with the practiced ease her legendary career afforded.
Showing the power she could still bring to bear on fellow lightweights, the Amazing Academic vaulted Avery airborne, tossing her in 180-degree roll while dropping to her back, knees elevated. Gravity did the rest, Avery’s plush midriff impaled by Emily’s Double Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFppvkJOlsg
Avery bounced away from the impact, moaning and wrapping an arm around her roiling tummy. Emily pushed Christian to her back and climbs aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Quake shoved a shoulder off the deck, keeping her team’s hopes alive for the Tag Title match awaiting the victors. Avery rolled to her chest to avoid another potential pinning combination and the Sensual Scholar quickly mounted her foe, taking a forward-facing seat at Avery’s knees. Forming her raised arms in an ‘X’, a smirking West sank her digits DEEP into the flesh and nerve bundle just below the crease of Avery’s glutes, driving the tines in with her Hammy Clamp.
As the Baby Boss howled in pain, a worried Braddock, back in place, slipped through the ropes and charged. But Sanders’s watchful eye and quick entry prevented a break of the submission, Ky sending the back of Kat’s head and spine rocketing to the canvas with a savage Clothesline.
Before the perplexed Long could complain about all four women being in the ring, Kylie rolled a stunned Brat to her chest and straddled Kat’s waist in a feet-facing kneel. The Platinum Pixie raised her right hand high, flexing her fingers. Reflexively, the Corps answered as one.
'FARM…HAND!'
Kylie delivered her iconic Hammy Clamp into one of Kat’s upper thighs, leaning her second hand on top to force the digging digits deeper.
Quickly, there’s stereo caterwauling, both Kat and Avery yelping in agony from the claw holds, the women pulling at their own manes to spread the pain.
As the ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ chant grew in strength, Craig allowing the submissions to continue in tandem, Kylie made eyes at her partner.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get all the clampin’, did you?”
“I had a feeling you might enjoy testing the effectiveness of our respective techniques,” Em responds with a glimmer.
As loudly as the Quakes cried and cursed, neither seemed prepared to surrender. West and Sanders eventually relented in their hamstring torture, rising and pulling up the limping Kat and Avery with them. Emily and Kylie bullied their respective Cali Quakes to opposite corners, each latching onto a wrist and shoulder.
Simultaneously, Cassava’s Dream Team hurled Braddock and Christian off with Irish Whips, or at least that was the plan. Instead, the curvy ingenues planted and reversed, sending the Pixie and the Queen hurtling toward each other at full speed.
Deftly, the women altered their course enough to link elbows instead of clatter into each other head on. With a little square dance do-si-do, Em and Ky raced back in the direction they began, launching into synchronized SPLASHES of the wide-eyed Quakes, Emily burying Avery beneath her and Kylie doing the same to the startled Brat.
With the height-deficient Quakes properly pacified, the veterans again snatched a wrist and whipped Kat and Christian on a collision course, curvy blonde and plush brunette racing headlong into each other, chests and foreheads BANGING together.
Braddock stumbled drunkenly away from the impact, Kylie snatching her foe and running her to the ropes, The Brat getting the bum’s rush up and over the top, Kat bouncing off the apron and ending pooled on the arena floor a second time.
Avery was sent into a 180-degree turn of her own, stumbling to the waiting West. Em scoops an arm between Christian’s abbreviated stems and ‘hupped’ the dark-haired Quake onto a shoulder. The Black Queen pivoted with her cargo and dropped the pits of Avery’s knees over the top cable. Em expertly secured Avery in a Tree of Woe, ready to provide the Baby Boss an MBA in belly blasting.
With Kylie departing the squared circle and sneaking a stomp or two into The Brat before heading home, Emily taught from the Learning Tree, West battering a gurgling Avery with a series of Kneelifts into the unguarded, overturned abdomen of her adversary. Having gutted her foe with the bony caps. Em dropped to her knees in front of the groaning Christian and worked over the mottled flesh with a series of closed fists, rights and lefts finding purchase until Long's complaining convinced the Amazing Academic to change tactics.
Grasping the middle ropes on either side, West finished the lesson with a set of Shoulderblocks into the demolished tummy of the quivering Quake, Emily stepping aside at Craig's insistence to let the official free the commissioner’s child. The upside-down Avery collapsed into a hot mess, moaning as she embraced her midriff.
With the Platinum Pixie an arm’s length away, Emily handed the reins to Sanders with a tag.
“Let’s finish these young ladies off and get back to Cosmic Noir.” West said as Ky gave her a high-five. “We owe them a chance to measure up with the best.”
Kylie nodded and exchanged locations with her partner, pulling Avery to her feet for the endgame.
Reeling the breathless brunette into a Front Facelock before she could regain her bearings, Sanders marched her foe out to the middle of the squared circle and tossed Avery's near arm across her shoulders. From there she grabbed hold of Christian's waistband and dipped her knees, the Pleasant Valley Princess drawing on her reserves to ensure there wasn't even a shimmy when she boosted the second-generation superstar into position directly overhead. 'Powerhouse' wasn't a word often used in conversations about Kylie Sanders which was why the crowd was so impressed when she continued to hold her burden at high noon. Always happy to lend their voices to the efforts of their heroine, the FAWNatics united to call out, 'ONE...TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...TEN!' Ky looked like she could've kept Avery there for quite a while but ten was a magic number and she drew upon it by swinging Christian back the way she'd came while simultaneously pivoting and dropping to one knee, the Iowan just THWHUMPING Avery's devastated ribs with another pinpoint Gutbuster!
The Boss Baby popped onto tiptoe, both arms strapped over her heaving tummy which meant she couldn't defend the snappy Haymaker Sanders caromed off her jaw! Avery swooned in a half circle and immediately staggered toward the Quakes corner only to let out a concerned squeak when Kylie grabbed a shoulder and spun her right back aro—THUNDEROUS roars from those assembled as Sanders slipped an arm between the brunette's thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry!
“PUT HER DOWN, HAG!” Kat shrieked from her place on the apron. “PUT HER DOWN, THIS IS BETWEEN US!”
“Don't think so, brat.” Kylie huffed. “This punk kept us from the gold last month, that means it's her ass toAAARRRGGHHH!”
In no mood tour valleys pleasant or otherwise, Christian slashed her well-manicured talons across the blonde's eyes, then followed with half a dozen elbow smashes to the side of her attacker's skull! Sanders' legs refused to give way, but it Avery to slip loose of the Carry and land on Kylie's six. Hands on Sanders' shoulders the instant her feet touched the canvas, Christian plowed forward with every intention of bull-rushing the blinded blonde deep into the Quakes side of town but encountered a gangly roadblock when she smashed Kylie into poor Craig Long!
Kat saw the collision, began to celebrate and cut it off with a curse when Sanders' noggin bounced offa the ref's chin and whiplashed into the bridge of Avery's nose! All three of 'em went down in opposite directions, leaving Braddock and West to warily regard one another from opposite sides of the ring.
“Hold your ground, Katrina.” Emily called over the surprised din. “This skirmish doesn't include either of—dammit.”
Braddock made her intentions clear with a raised middle finger before she dropped off the apron and stormed toward the Timekeeper's table and presumably the extra chairs stockpiled beside it. Her suspicions were confirmed only seconds later by the uniquely ominous CLACK of steel on steel and resounding jeers from the capacity crowd. Knowing she couldn't intercept The Brat on the outside, West slipped through the strands and moved to position herself between Kylie and any potential attac—the Black Queen threw herself to one side to avoid the chair Kat hurled at her head like an oversized Frisbee!
Recovering just as Braddock dove under the bottom rope armed with another chair, Emily raised her hands and growled, “Exceedingly poor form, Katri--” Kat tossed more furniture at West's noggin but she was ready for it this time and plucked it from the aether with a practiced eas--“HHHHNNNGGGHHH!”
The Brat rushed forward and THWHUMPED a brutal punt between her opponent's thighs! “Gimme that, hag!” Braddock tore the chair from West's hands and tossed it to the mat with an ugly clatter that was still reaching the cheap seats when she pulled the former World Champion's head between her thighs. “Your time teaching is just about over, bitch.” Kat opined as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Emily's midriff. “The only thing you've got left to do is serve as a warning to the rest of these shit-bags!” No answer from the Amazing Academic so Braddock muscled her upside down and let her hang over the dull grey expanse of the chair for a few seconds before hopping up and dropping down to BUH-WHAM Emily's skull against the unyielding steel!
West went tent-spike rigid, then collapsed into a boneless sprawl, the veteran brunette reduced to a semiconscious starfish by the single emphatic head-drop. Extremely pleased with her work thus far, Kat brushed some invisible dust from her hands after she'd returned to booth-leather and surveyed the situation. “Avery. AVERY!” Braddock clapped a couple times, then leaned down and repeated the tactic next to her partner's head. “Get your ass up, there's bitches to crush”
Christian groaned, rolled to her stomach and struggled to all fours. “Whuu... where the hell's the ref?”
“Still putting his glass jaw back together, definitely not Quakes material. Listen, we've gotta put these losers away, now. You want to lift or you want to fly?”
The brunette's head swam at the prospect of even climbing the turnbuckles, let alone jumping from them. “I'll lift. Sanders?”
“Yeah. Scrape her up, let's get a move on it. West is down, but I'm not sure she's out.”
Avery waved the blonde toward the corner so that's where she went. In the meantime, Christian tottered to verticality and forced the Iowan to do the same. “Antique bitch. We'll teach you to get in our way.” the Baby Boss growled as she trudged her captive into imminent danger. “We're gonna break you down to the foundations!” Kylie opened her mouth for something that was undoubtedly sass but Christian put a stop to that with a heavy shot to the belly. The impact buckled Sanders' knees and would've returned her to the canvas if Avery hadn't dipped down and wedged her head beneath the veteran's left arm and looped her right arm around Ky's waist. An arm wrapped around Sanders' left thigh provided the last hook Christian needed to hoist the PVP up for what was essentially a Backdrop Suplex stall, though the positioning was such that Kylie was held sorta sidesaddle against the brunette's chest rather than balancing on the point of her shoulder.
Admittedly these details weren't noticed by the great majority of FAWNatics as they were either jeering Kat's ascent to the high rent district or urging Emily to rouse herself from the chair-induced stupor. Alas, this was not to be as evidenced by the obnoxious little 'kiss my ass' smirk Braddock flashed the audience when she reached her destination without any signs of life from the Amazing Academic or the felled zebra. “Smash her, Kat!” Christian shouted to her partner in crime. “I can't hold this load in place all night!” Kat sprang from her perch with right leg extended like a guillotine and while it didn't actually take the Iowan's head off it damned sure felt like it when Braddock laid her thigh across Sanders' throat and Avery dropped down to THA-WHAM their victim into the deck with Magnitude 8.6!
MAGNITUDE 8.6 @ 3:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m95B0xXss-M&list=PLsXE_qtFre4Vd--vCDGfsgXsMpqn0pRD9&index=1
Kylie landed high and tight on the back of her head, tumbled onto her stomach and would've stayed there if Christian hadn't bulldozed her onto her back and pounced across her midsection, the brawny little brunette hooking the far leg for...
“F*CK!” Kat shrieked in frustration when she realized Al Carpenter had only just begun to stir. “Dammit Long, get off your lazy ass or I'll put my boot so far up--”
“Easy! Easy, Kat!” Avery pushed out of the useless pin though she remained beside the splattered veteran. “Both members of the Hag Coven are down, we can take our time and really enjoy--”
BWANG!
Braddock's eyes went wide with fury and surprise when Emily West loomed up behind Christian and just smashed her across the back with the same chair The Brat had used on the Black Queen moments prior. “No, my dear Avery.” West spoke to the writhing brunette though her attention was solely on Kat. “I'm afraid you cannot.”
“Put it down and fight me fair, you old bitch.” Braddock sneered as she began to circle the resurgent veteran.
“As if a pampered toddler like yourself knows anything of fairness.” Emily scoffed. “There isn't a shortcut in this industry that you haven't travelled in your meteoric rise to mediocrity.”
“Then try to do something about it.” Kat sneered. “Take your best shot at shutting my mouth or I'll shut yours for--”
West feigned a shot at Braddock's tummy then drew back and tossed it at the blonde's fa-- “HHHRRRRGGHHHH!” The Brat went low under the hardware and launched off her back foot to bury a short-range Spear deep in the brunette's midriff!
“TOO SLOW, OLD WOMAN!” Kat cackled down at the groaning grappler. “BOTH OF YOU HAGS ARE TOO DAMNED SLOW AND TOO DAMNED OLD TO STOP THE FUTURE!”
Emily would've responded if she'd been able, as it was she could only wheeze while Braddock scraped her off the canvas with a double handful of hair. Catching West in a Front Facelock as soon as they were both upright, The Brat tossed her foe's near arm across her shoulders but instead of going for a Suplex she helped herself to some waistband and muscled her up just far enough to catch West's left leg in a snug Cradle. Stomping over to the chair that might've otherwise spelled her doom, Kat glared toward the hard camera and roared, “THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE, LOSERS!” Then she rocked up and dropped back, Braddock laying out full force to BWANG Emily's forehead into the seat with a devilishly augmented Kat Nap!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
West tumbled through in an insensate somersault but Kat didn't try for a cover, instead she scrambled over to Craig Long (who'd barely made it to all fours) and grabbed on at collar and belt. “Get your ass over here, dork!” she barked in the midst of dragging him into position. “You've got a job to do!”
A groan from the official told her she was at least aware, so Braddock dropped him just beside Emily, then crouched down and leapt into the air just to come SPLASHING down on the brunette's defenseless midsection!
Kat wasn't legal of course, the rules lawyers would scream about it later and armchair analysts would examine it from every imaginable angle, but in that moment the duty fell to poor, woozy Craig and he registered just enough to count out a delayed...
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THREE!
Vitriol from all corners of the arena, yet none of it loud enough to drown out the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
Kat pressed palms into the bosom and face of the barely conscious West. She pushed to her haunches next to the splayed Emily, yesterday’s news demolished in tandem by the next much bigger thing.
Braddock held her hands aloft wearily then raised dual middle fingers higher still to let the derisive FAWNatics know what she thought of them. The Brat called for a microphone with a waved hand and a ring attendant tossed the stick to the flaxen-haired Quake. Braddock caught it on her knees, pulled the chair out from under the semi-aware West and used the steel to rise, placing a boot on the gulping tummy of the dethroned Black Queen.
“Remember that apology I made for forcing my way onto the Mania card? Scratch that.”
Dropping the mic on Em’s chest with a ‘THUNK’, Kat spun and SLAMMED the steel seat pan of the folding furniture into the risen Avery’s forehead, BLASTING CHRISTIAN to the deck, the Baby Boss joining Kylie and Emily in a horizontal stupor!
A stunned and silenced crowd watched in amazement as Kat gathered up her victorious partner with a double-handed grip of Christian’s noggin, yanks the busty brunette into a Front Facelock then tugged Avery into a cradled package against her chest.
Instantly, Kat laid out, SPIKING the crown of Avery’s skull into Kylie’s ivory midriff, sending her teammate deeper into a coma while Sanders gurgles back to life, jackknifing then swaddling her demolished abdomen.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Braddock wiped her hands dramatically then collects the microphone, pulling it to her ruby lips while pushing to her feet above the triumvirate of wreckage.
“No offense to Avery but she wasn’t pulling her weight and frankly a tag title shot doesn’t have the interest for me it used to. I’M A STAR. She’s a legacy with a bytch for a Mom; one whose hand I’m forcing.”
Kat cast her gaze over the groaning veterans then continued.
“I’m going to be bigger than these hags I destroyed and it’s going to happen sooner than any of you want. I would say go ahead and give West and Sanders the tag shots to throw you dogs a bone, but the Commissioner’s kid already let me in on some very interesting backstage gossip.”
Em here signed a recent in-ring extension to last only until she lost a match. With her ego, she presumed that wouldn’t be until she was a champion for many months. Instead, I ended it here tonight.”
Kat began singing an off-tune version of “Hey, hey…good bye” the crowd did not appreciate, though the realization the Amazing Academic had been expelled from in-ring competition in perpetuity mutes the response.
A rousing West rolled to her side and reached for a tanned stem of The Brat.
“Sorry. Did I give away the surprise?” Kat asks facetiously. “That I just officially ended you and the Quakes on the same night? Ah well. You’ll get over it. Maybe.”
Braddock dropped the stick once more and hauled Emily into the same Front Facelock she’d experienced moments before. Despite prayers from the assembled, it ended identically, West taking another BRUTAL Kat Nap, Emily’s senses removed before she tumbled to her back, out cold.
Kat turned to the struggling Hawkeye, Ky having made to all fours, her features twisted in shock and pain as she raised her chin. Braddock delivered a vile punt to Sanders’ ribs, sending Kylie flopping to her back, hugging her battered belly and gagging as she raggedly sucked in oxygen.
Kat reacquired her amplifier.
“All in due time for you, Kylie. We don’t want to send both of you hags out in one night. The FAWNatics would never recover. As for Aves. Girl, it’s nothing personal. You’re just not on my level and, after tonight, I’m betting Mommy Dearest will understand I’m serious. I am the best and I will prove it!”
Kat dropped the stick one last time, this time on her snoozing former partner, and headed for the exit under a cacophony of jeers, a colossal cauldron of destruction left in her wake.
The FAWN icons, surely headed to the organization’s Hall of Fame when said hall broke ground, bounced on the balls of their feet backstage, forced to battle their way back to the number one contender position.
Outside, the FAWNatics waited impatiently, the buzz growing. History delayed, but history still to be made.
Behind the curtain, Sanders and West, who’ve seen it all, seemed especially eager to take out their frustrations on their despicable fireplug foes.
The buzz of the crowd grew with the imminent arrival of the stars at twilight, Em and Ky still burning brightly.
“I want Kat,” Kylie insisted, a quiver in her voice. “I need her. That girl’s intent on ending me and I’m going out on my own terns, not anyone else’s.”
“But if you are focusing on just Katrina,” Emily interjected, “then you’re putting our chance to get the titles on her terms.”
Kylie nods sheepishly.
“You’re right. OK. Tonight’s about nothing but the win, but I’ll be damned if I don’t find some time for Chrissy Lite.”
Emily grins.
“I’ll put it in your calendar.”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics and the eclectic duo it’s time to show they’re prepared to beat back Father Time once more and rock the Quakes to their core.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claimed the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, the sellout crowd roaring as the old hands took center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
Reveling in the affection from the crowd, West and Sanders turned to the other and shared a look of recognition, both of their surroundings and themselves. They headed down the ramp toward both revenge and destiny.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moved down the aisle and up the steps to boisterous acclaim.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
REFERENCE:
( www.yandy.com/Stow-and-Go-Crochet-Sports-Bra.php ) and ( www.yandy.com/Black-Suede-Boyshort.php )
The Black Queen received plenty of love in her own right, the assembled excited to see Emily flourishing after an extended period away from the squared circle.
Ky waited for West to reach the apron next to her, the Sensual Scholar garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
The teammates slipped through the cables simultaneously and move to the middle where they raise arms high and wide, their music fading.
The Announcer, realizing he didn't have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, made their arrival official. “Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. First. At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated, the illustrious, the soon to be victorious… Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
Sanders pumped a fist as she and her partner moved to their assigned corner, Emily more reserved and thoughtful, likely considering the calculus necessary to place another ‘W’ in the column.
With the duo Avery Christian had recently dubbed Yesterday's News playing it up for the idiot fans, 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 exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
When the brilliance faded the California Quakes were present, though their mentor was not, the, the Killer Imp conspicuous by her absence. Not that her charges looked even slightly concerned and why should they? Chrissy had tried to impart a lesson last month only to end up tapping out to the returning Sue Burlingame. The Quakes? They'd flattened out the Tag Champs and the number one contenders in a savage show of force, so maybe Daniel had taught them something after all.
KAT BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
Whatever the reason for their leader's absence, Avery and Kat looked more than ready to handle business themselves as they greeted the capacity crowd with scorn and derision and before each raised a foot and STAMPED down on the stage to properly prophecize they shockwaves they meant to step through FAWN. That it also triggered an ominous rumbling from the speakers no doubt added momentum to their already considerable swagger as they headed for the squared circle.
Ahead of her partner by a few steps, Kat Braddock kept her eyes focused on the veterans and Kylie in particular, though she wasn't so honed in that she didn't take the occasional verbal pot-shot at the aisleside idiots that dared challenge her passage. For tonight's battle the busty blonde brat wore her trademark green crocheted bikini. She sported green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
As for the Baby Boss, she 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'.
They were just about in the shadow of the squared circle when the Announcer found his opening. “And introducing their opponents, hailing 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!”
Braddock greeted this fanfare with a burly double bicep flex and shouted taunts while Christian simply stretched her arms wide, daring the pathetic rank and file to avert their gaze if she proved too wondrous for their little minds to behold. This didn't seem to be the case as the boos rose to the point of requiring ear protection, much to the delight of the Quakes. Stomping up the steps like they owned 'em, blonde and brunette dipped through the strands and stormed to center ring, each again raising a foot for that ominous stomp that sent a shiver through the sound system. Surefooted despite all these theatrics, referee Craig Long made his way over to the curvaceous pair and checked out their pads and boots before sending them to the opposite corner so the contest could officially begin.
Given the well, bratty, nature of their opposition, Kylie fully expected Kat to hide out in the Quakes corner or tag out to Avery as soon as the bell CLANGED. But Braddock did nothing of the sort, in fact she immediately stormed to the center of the ring to get at-- “UUUNNNGGGHH!”
Sanders made Kat pay for her boldness by rushing out to meet her with a Dropkick that caught the younger wrestler square in the chest! Braddock backpedaled into the corner, composed herself with a growl and rushed out for take two, this time swinging a Clothesline at Ky's clavic—NO! Ky dipped it at the last second, spun on her plant foot in the same motion and CRACKED a Knife-Edge Chop across Braddock's copious decolletage the instant she turned around.
The Brat bared her teeth at the sting, but otherwise held her ground. “That all you got, old timer?” she hissed. “Why don't you try hitting me like you actually meanNNNNGGGHHH!”
Roars from the FAWNatics and incredulous disgust from Avery when the Pleasant Valley Princess reared back and clouted her adversary across the cheek with a scathing Bitch Slap! Meeting Braddock's shocked 'How could you?' fury with some icy veteran steel, Kylie Sanders snapped, “What's wrong, Kitty? Did I hit you too hard, you puffed-up little piece of--”
Kat pounced on her, or at least tried to. Sanders once again juked low, but rather than stay in one place she ran the ropes directly behind the curvaceous blonde to ensure she'd built up a good head of steam by the time Braddock recovered her footing and “OOOFFFHH!” Ky dropped to one knee for a short, skidding approach that culminated in her THUMPING a straight left hand into the Brat's tummy!
The Gut Punch doubled Kat over, which allowed Kylie to slip an arm between her thighs, then clamber to her feet with the Braddock squirming atop her shoulders in a Fireman's Car--“RRRRHHH!” Braddock stuffed an elbow into the side of Kylie's head, wriggled her way out the back door and created some much needed space with a rough shove.
“Did you really think you could just blow my doors off, bitch?” Kat snarled at the Iowan. “Because if you did, it's not just time to retire. We need to get you into assisted living as soon as poss--”
“Why don't you just shut the hell up?” Sanders snapped. “You think you scare me? You don't. Piss me off? Absolutely. But scare? Little girl, you'll have to actually accomplish something in this business before you scare--”
“I'm gonna retire you.” Braddock said flatly. “See if I don't, you misbegotten relic. First I'm gonna beat you. Then I'm gonna break you. Once that's done and you're not even a shadow of your former self, that's when I'll put you out of this business. It starts tonight. And it starts like this.”
Fingers twitching, the Brat raised her right hand to invite the veteran blonde to join her in a Test of Strength. Sanders didn't hesitate, she pressed her palm to Kat's, then brought her other hand up to CRACK! Anyone expecting something sneaky from the Quake was surprised (albeit pleasantly so) when Kylie beat her to it courtesy of a snappy Overhand Slap that lit up the younger wrestler's cleavage!
“Cheating hag!” Avery shouted from her corner. “Stop being a bitch and fight fair!”
The Platinum Pixie didn't even dignify that nonsense with a response, instead she switched over to a Wristlock and wrenched Kat's shoulder once, twice, three times before dumping her onto the mat with a quick Fireman's Carry. Still holding onto the other blonde's wrist after Kat hit the deck, Kylie stretched that limb out full length and laid out on her back while simultaneously threading her thighs around Braddock's bicep for a painful Cross Armbreaker!
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKt5F2AJh-0
“AAAAARRRRH!” Kat yowled in surprised pain as Sanders crossed her ankles and thrust her hips upward in an effort to hyper-extend the Brat's elbow.
“Tap out if you can't take it, punk!” Kylie demanded as she cranked and tugged on the other blonde's wrist. “Don't just sit there whining and wasting my time!”
“Screw you!” Braddock pushed at Sanders' calves with her free hand while also bumping and thrashing her way toward the ropes. “You don't get to talk to me that way, you old washout! I'm the future of this business and NGH! NGH! NGH! NNRRRGGGGHHH!”
Kylie drew back her left leg and jabbed a few stubby kicks into the side of Kat's face before grrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnding that heel into her opponent's cheek. “For the sake of the industry, I hope you're lying.” Sanders huffed. “Because you have to be the whiniest, most self-entitled brat I've encountered in a long tiWHOOOAAAH!”
Kat abruptly rolled to one knee and pressed in tight against the back of the Iowan's upturned haunches to stack Kylie on her shoulders for the...
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“RRRGGHHH DAMMIT!”
Obvious frustration from the blonde Quake when Kylie popped her hips to put her down flat once again! “Nice try, Kitty.” Sanders noted as she continued putting rough strain on Braddock's shoulder and elbow. “But you're not just going to power your way out of--” But that's exactly what Kat did, the burly blonde dynamo letting out an angry growl as she fought back to her her knees despite the strain of Ky's encroaching stems. Catching hold of Sanders' tights at her right hip, Braddock leaned in as close but instead of trying to hold the Iowan down for a cover, she gathered her strength and sloooooowly got to her feet with Kylie hanging from her grasp!
Eyes wide with dismay as she realized the Brat might very well impose her will through strength alone, Sanders continued to wrench and tug on her attacker's arm even as Braddock set her into place atop her shoulders for a heavy PowerboNOOOO! Kylie pounded a handful of hammer fists down on Kat's forehead to loosen the Brat's hooks before she threw herself backward to flip Kat off her feet with an impromptu Hurricanrana! Nodding along with the cheers of the crowd even as her tush came down on Kat's chest, Ky rose up, then dropped down again, her truncated Butt Bomb enough to shoot Braddock's legs into the air where she hooked both behind the knees and leaned forward to keep the squirming Quake glued to the mat through...
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Braddock kicked out with a full second to spare and scrambled to boot-leather meaning to immediately reengage only to draw back when she realized Sanders was already up and waiting. “C'mon Brat.” Ky slapped her thighs to entice the other blonde forward. “You wanted to make a statement? Let's see you do it with your foot in your mouth.”
Kat fumed, stamped her foot and would've lunged for the Pleasant Valley Princess then and there if Avery hadn't called, “Don't listen to her, Kat! You don't acknowledge trash, you burn it!”
“You run from fights too.” Ky said quietly. “Isn't that right, Kitty? The big, bad, future of this industry can't make a statement other than 'I suck' if she doesn't get to attack from beh--”
“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Braddock hissed. “I'm exactly what I say I am and I'll prove it before the night's over. But I'm not going to stand here and let you mind f*ck me into making a mistake.” The Platinum Pixie offered no response to that, so Kat rolled her shoulders and backed off, the youngster careful to keep her eyes on Sanders until she felt the reassuring smack of Avery's palm on one shoulder.
“That's a tag!” Craig Long noted. “Make the switch, ladies!”
“Catch your breath for a minute, Kat.” the Baby Boss suggested as she slipped through the ropes. “Cool off, I'll deal with Antiques Road Show in the meantime.”
Braddock growled low in the back of her throat. She LOATHED losing even a single exchange with that hag, let alone a whole skirmish. But in the end she took a deep breath and traded places with her partner. “Kick her old ass, Avery.”
That's exactly what Christian intended to do, alas she was destined to wait a little longer for her shot at that particular backside because Kylie took the opportunity to welcome the Black Queen onto the board for the first time. “I'll keep an eye on the Brat.” she said after they'd changed places. “I'll cut her off at the pass if it looks like she's even thinking about interfering.”
“Your diligence is appreciated.” Emily spoke to Ky, though her attention was already trained on Avery. “Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a suit that needs pressing.”
“Like to see you try, nerd!” Avery challenged as the Black Queen closed in. “You sure weren't doing much of anything after I got done with you at Thrills, Chills & Sp--”
Emily shot in, swept Christian into a snug Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that swiftly transitioned into a Side Headlock! Grinding her knotted fists against the other brunette's cheek, West treated her foe to a few rude squeezes before she stuffed a hip into Ave's belly and dumped her onto the mat with a Headlock Takedown. “Best not to remind me how you spoiled a perfectly good game, kiddo.” Emily murmured as she made Christian squirm and thrash within the confines of the Headlock. “Otherwise I'll have to dole out the punishment your dear mother has so clearly neglected all these ye--”
Avery reached up, buried a hand in Emily's hair and yanked her head back far enough to break the veteran's grip with a Headscissors. “I'll talk all I damned well please!” Christian SMACKED a hand down atop her thigh to emphasize the point. “And there's not a damned thing you're going to do about it, losHEY!”
Rather than fight out of the Scissors, the Amazing Academic twisted around within the confines so she could press her forehead to the canvas. What at first appeared a disadvantageous position proved anything but when she rose to all fours and carefully boosted herself into a steady handstand! Christian continued to squeeze and it was far from pleasant, but Em endured to sink down and then push up and back, the Black Queen freeing her noggin from Avery's grasp with an audible 'pop' en route to landing on her feet. Just like that she shot forward and lashed out her right leg to THWHACK a Soccer Kick across the seated wrestler's chest! Christian sprawled flat on her back so West splashed down atop her, the former World Champion wasting no time in hooking the far leg for...
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The sturdy, curvy Quake shoved Emily off, heaving the Sensual Scholar up to her knees, Emily not surprised by Avery’s strength, yet considerably impressed by the look on her face.
West didn't remain fascinated for long, shoving the wincing Christian to her considerable chest and moving to a crouching, forward-facing straddle of her foe. Those expecting to see a replica of Amara Singh’s infamous Camel Clutch were in for a surprise and a lesson. Instead, Emily crosses Avery’s arms in front of her, creating a straitjacket grip, Christian throttled with her own limbs.
West used her handles to haul the busty, raven-haired grappler into an increasing arch, Em’s vision of the Clutch clearly working its wonders on the Cali Quake. Avery mewled and grunted in pain, the Black Queen testing the limits of the Baby Boss’ will and spinal column.
Craig dipped directly in front of the commissioner’s only child.
“Let me know, Avery. Say the word and this can be over.”
Christian’s pain was suppressed by a sneer and a none-too-pleasant curse, Long quickly following with an emphatic gesticulation, confirming Avery would not surrender.
“I can work you and the blonde brat until you’re wondering why you followed in Mommy’s footsteps,” West assured. “I strongly recommend you reconsider.”
“I strongly recommend you fuck off,” came a reply from the sidelines, Braddock interceding for her partner, Christian in too much pain to backtalk.
“Easy to talk from out there,” Emily murmured to Avery’s partner.
The veteran rose with her cross-armed grip in place and positioned a boot between Avery’s shoulderblades. The Baby Boss shook her head the little she could, silently pleading, but it did her no good. Emily Curbstomped her foe’s face flush into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the FAWNatics unable to contain a groan of sympathy for Bethany’s little girl.
West proved far less empathetic. She turned to see an outstretched hand from Kylie, but the brunette raised an index finger high, letting Sanders know she had more to accomplish before turning over the reins.
The Black Queen saunteed to the nearest corner and traversed to the top, turning to cast her gaze upon Christian, Avery having rolled to her back, staring at the lights in a daze.
Emily launched, tucking her knees tight, then DROPPING heavily across the Quake’s malleable abdomen, driving in her bony caps and sending Christian into a fit of choking spasms.
[bDIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt7AquszHwg
West shoved the jackknifed, tummy-hugging Avery flat to the canvas, taking a backward-facing seat on her foe’s abundant chest while hooking a leg high, pulling it close to her torso for the…
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THRNOOO!
The Baby Boss heaved a shoulder off the canvas with little time to spare, Craig dutifully holding two fingers aloft.
“As stubborn as your mother, I see.” Em noted. “At least you’ve got the guts to come inside, unlike Mommy Dearest. She must have the brains.”
With a grip on a wrist of the faltering Christian, West pushed to her feet, dragging Avery with her. Em Armbarred the Quake’s right arm to keep her in place and PLASTERED her foe with a forearm to the jaw, staggering Avery. Christian finished bent at the waist, her arms limply hanging toward the deck in front of the predatory Scholar.
With the Quake inviting her, Emily snatched her fireplug foe in a set of Underhooks. Emily then launched Avery’s lower half heavenward, the youngster’s boot soles ending pointed to the rafters from West’s heave. Emily considered her destructive options and chose to drop to one knee in an effort to snap several of Avery’s vertebrae with a Backbreaker.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hE_IqkXNtSc
Avery howled in pain, ending on her side, one arm beneath her, the other reaching for the base of her backbone as she curled in agony from the attack.
Deciding it’s time to let her partner dish, the grinning graduate of Miskatonic U strode to her eager compatriot and tagged in the zealous Hawkeye. Kylie slipped through the ropes and sank a set of nails into Avery’s scalp, pulling Bethany’s baby girl to her haunches.
“You’re not the one I want, but you’ll do,” Sanders informed, only for the Quake to curl her right set of digits and pound a punch DEEP into Ky’s ivory midriff.
Doubled and gasping, the Platinum Pixie raised an elbow to thump Christian back to tractability, but Avery thrust another balled fist into Kylie’s navel. This time the blonde’s grip loosened enough in response to let Christian slip free. She rose to face the woman who’d reclaimed her former Corps.
The dark-haired fireplug dipped slightly and wrapped her arms around the impaled midriff of the FAWN legend then cinched tight. Christian muscled a suddenly bug-eyed Sanders to tiptoes in a crushing embrace, the Quake rattling her slender foe from side to side.
“Your partner’s supposed to have a big brain,” Avery grunted. “And she lets you back in?”
Kylie started to retort but a tightening of the noose around her tummy and ribs turned words into little more than a taut gurgle.
“Mom loves that you have your fans back,” Christian growled. “Oh the merch you can turn! The more we beat you up, the more those losers buy.”
Snarling through the breathless anguish, Kylie raised her arms beside Avery’s temples and slapped her hands together behind the Quake’s cranium, scrambling Christian’s gray matter with an Ear-Ringer.
Dropped to her boot soles, Ky unloaded forearms into the jaw of her opponent, beating Avery back into a neutral corner to the cascading cheers of the Kylie Corps. The Platinum Princess climbed to the middle rope on either side of the dazed Baby Boss and opens fire with closed fists, pounding Avery’s noggin for a full set of 'TEN!' before dropping back to the canvas.
Ky started a rhythmic clap with the sellout crowd, the assembled ovation accompanying the elfin blonde’s trip to the opposite corner. Kylie pivoted through a U-turn and raced at her raven-tressed target, dipping a shoulder to impale her; only for Avery to grab the ropes to her right and yank herself out of harm’s way. Kylie sailed between the top and middle buckles, SLAMMING her shoulder into the unforgiving steel of the post.
The crowd groaned reflexively as a moaning Sanders started to slowly extricate her bruised body from between the ropes.
Having escaped goring by the Hawkeye, Avery staggered to the Quakes’ corner and slapped hands with her flaxen-haired counterpart, a beaming Brat entering with malice in her sparkling brown eyes.
A greedy Braddock races to Sanders with Ky bent at the waist and brutally lifts a knee into the bridge of the Pixie’s nose, snapping the veteran’s head back in whiplash fashion.
Kylie remained upright, which seemed to suit the needs of Chrissy Daniel’s beachy protégé. Surrounding the dazed Kylie abs in a hug, The Brat pulled her quaking rival close. Kat lifted Sanders a foot off the canvas then sank to one knee, parting Kylie’s thighs with the plank of her upper right leg to NAIL her with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Ky hopped into the air, hands buried between her cheeks, tailbone bruised and throbbing. The Pixie waddled in a half-circle to bring Kat back into view, only to be RUN THROUGH with a tackle from the golden-haired, next gen superstar, Braddock SPEARING the holy hell out of Kylie, PLANTING her adversary to the canvas with the back end of the blast.
Pin attempt pre-made, The Brat settled atop the gutted Sanders in a Lateral Press and hooked a limp leg for the…
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THRNOOOO!
Ky twisted to one side, freeing her leg and shooting an arm into the air with half a second to spare. Unperturbed by the veteran's resiliance, Braddock gave Sanders' short locks an energetic mussing before she hooked onto Kylie's shoulder straps and hauled the both of 'em to boot-leather. Swinging around behind her foe to secure a brawny Full Nelson, Kat forced Sanders to regard her own cleavage even as the Brat turned to glare at Emily.
“Walk away now, West.” she gave Kylie a rough shake to emphasize the demand. “Whatever charity case you're working, it's done. You made these people care enough to jeer when I'm putting her through hell. That's why you're getting a pass.”
The Amazing Academic appeared to contemplate Braddock's offer. “Such generosity is quite out of character for you, Katrina. Tell me, is it done out of respect for my lingering contributions to FAWN? Or because the two of you are eager to repeat your disgraceful, cowardly treatment of Shea London?”
Kat's green eyes narrowed to furious slots and she bore down on Sanders' head enough to make the Iowan stamp her feet in distress. “Last chance, hag. You can walk away from this piece or trash or you can burn alongs--”
“Save your breath, Katrina.” West interrupted. “All the innate talent in the world can't cover up the fact that, at heart, you're nothing more than a preening bully. I'd have hoped Chrissy would've beaten that out of you by now but you're still the same arrogant ingenue you were the night we first--”
Braddock dipped her knees and yanked Kylie off the mat, her legs swinging up and out to ensure she was defenseless when the blonde Quake dropped to a seat and THAWHUMPED her butt against the deck with a Full Nelson Bomb!
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ujgdl-Ek2og
Kylie cried out in shock and pain, her wail transforming into a breathy grunt when Kat wrapped her legs around the Pixie's waist and her arms across Ky's chest. “Need to teach your partner some manners.” Braddock hissed in Sanders' ear as she poured it on with the combination Bear Hug and Bodyscissors. “She's singlehandedly guaranteeing the end of your career is as painful as humanly possib--”
“Ignore her, Kylie.” Emily spoke in a 'she who is not to be refused' tone. “You've wrestled and defeated the strongest women in the world for the better part of two decades. The girl simpering in your ear is little more than a footno--”
“SHUT UP!” Braddock rolled backward, drew Kylie into her lap and then popped forward to THUMP her foe's tush for the second in in well under a minute. “I MEAN IT WEST, YOU SHUT UP OR--”
“You'll whine to Avery's mother to make things that much easier for you?” the Black Queen scoffed. “How dreadfully pathet--”
Kat released her hooks, shoved Kylie aside and scrambled to verticality on a mission for Em's corner. “Don't do it, Kat!” Avery called from the other side of the ring. “No one cares about that old cow, it's Kylie we want!”
Braddock stopped a few steps short of the brunette and pointed a threatening finger in her direction. “You better PRAY she never manages to make another tag.” Kat warned. “Because if she does I promise I'll f*ck you up like no one else ever has!”
Turning her back before the Amazing Academic had an opportunity to respond, Braddock tromped over to Kylie and delivered half a dozen quick stomps to the prone blonde's belly. Sanders eventually sat up to protect her midsection from more abuse, which proved a successful tactic only because Kat grabbed her by the ears instead. Switching over to a Wristlock so Long wouldn't complain about the rough treatment, Braddock pointed her prey toward the Quakes side of town and slung her at the ropes only to maintain her grip so she could reel Sanders into her clutches. Arms spread wide as Ky lurched in, Kat slipped one over the veteran's shoulders and another between her thighs, then clamped down and scooped her up, Sanders flipped upside down and promptly THWHONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders when The Brat dropped to a seat! Cradling Kylie's left leg in the aftermath of the Michinoku Driver, Braddock laced her hands together to make the clasp even stronger before Craig dove in and slapped the mat...
MICHINOKU DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUjVQDuCG6M
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THRNOOOO!
The persistance of the Platinum Pixie manifested itself as a sturdy shove against Braddock's bullying buns, the younger blonde dropped to an awkward seat on the mat with an almost comical PLOP! Scowling as the Corps immediately rallied behind their heroine, The Brat hauled Ky up at trunks and tresses, then switched over to a Wristlock to expedite the veteran's headlong rush into the Quakes' corner. Sanders retained the presence of mind to put her back to the onrushing buckles, but the resultant BWUNG only ensured a trip to the chiropractor in the morning and an excellent view of Kat charging in to THWHAP every bit of her burly bulk against the flagging Iowan.
“Quick tags now.” “Braddock told Christian even as she tagged the Boss Baby into the match. “West doesn't get back into this ring, got it?”
“Got it.” Avery nodded an affirmative and slipped through the ropes. “Wanna compact some trash?”
“Hell yes.”
Eager to set the ground a'quiver, Avery prized Sanders out of the corner and scooped her up across her chest while Kat put her back against a set of neutral strands.
A look of concern crossed Emily's face, but she kept it out of her voice as she said, “Enforce the count if you'd be so kind, Craig!”
“Sit there and like it, hag!” Kat shouted while Avery made her way to the middle of the ring. With Christian set directly in front of her, Braddock bounced into the ropes and came out at top speed and hopped into the air, the blonde effectively slamming into her partner's back with a Thesz Press that ensured every bit of the Quakes near two-hundred and fifty pounds THWHAMMED Kylie between those cruel cuties and the cold canvas! Smirking for the camera even as she hooked the far leg, Avery bundled Sanders as tight as she could and nodded along for the...
TRASH COMPACTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChRbij8RFME
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Kylie twitched a shoulder to keep the match going all by herself, but she certainly didn't begrudge the Dropkick her partner jammed into the younger brunette's ribs!
“STUPID BITCH!” Kat raged at the Black Queen. “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”
“Afraid I can't.” Emily had already made it through the ropes and grabbed the tag rope in one hand. “Rules are rules and all that. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be back in your cor--”
Craig's nagging suggested that's exactly what Kat should've been doing, but The Brat wasn't about to tolerate such brazen defiance so she sprinted across the ring and launched herself between the top and middle ropes for a Spear centered on West's midriff--“UUUUNNGGGHH!” The Amazing Academic stepped aside only to lunge in and THUNK a huge Kneelift off the side of Braddock's skull!
“Knock that off, Emily!” Craig barked across the ring so he didn't have to give up the watch on his other charges. “You know she's not legal!”
“Indeed I do.” Emily cupped The Brat's chin in both hands and twisted Kat around so that the back of her head was snug against West's right shoulder. “That's why I'm removing her from the equation, at least temporarily.”
Em didn't just drop off the apron, she jumped off, thus ensuring maximum torque on Braddock's neck when it snapped against the rubber-coated steel with an eye-watering TWAAANG! Kat jolted away from the ropes like she'd been touched with a cattle prod, the usually boisterous blonde offering absolutely no complaint to the official when he hurried over to ferry her back to the Quakes side of town!
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPA1OdU9MQA
Elsewhere, a recently vertical Avery Christian found herself distracted from the task of pummeling Kylie Sanders by the sight of her partner reduced to quivering wreckage. “KAT!” she shouted to Braddock before turning her fury on West. “YOU DUSTY OLD HAG, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!”
She rushed toward West with a Clothesline at the ready but hadn't made it halfway there when strong arms encircled her midsection. “WHA?! BITCH, GET OFFAWHOOANNNGGGHH!”
Kylie Sanders did the exact opposite, which was to say she charged Avery chest-first into the corner, then dropped backward to stack the brunette up with an O'Connor Roll IF she hadn't kept on lifting, Ky earning an 'oooooohhhhWHOAH!' from the crowd when she deadlifted the startled Quake into the air and then peeled off a slow motion bridge that THWHAMMED Christian down on the back of her head and shoulders. With the Boss Baby 'bout Over & Done, Kylie pushed onto her tiptoes to keep her prey glued in place through...
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
His attention torn between the writhing Braddock, whom he wanted out of the ring, and the legal combatants, Long's a tick slow to drop to the canvas and count Bethany’s progeny out. Craig lowered to the mat for the Kylie Corps’ favorite old school win with the…
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Avery tumbled out of her stacked predicament before Long can slap for a third time. Sanders turned to see the official hopping to his feet with two fingers raised. Her chin slumped.
Ky heard a noticeable throat clearing from a few steps away and the battered blonde showed no inclination to disregard Emily’s subtle request for entry. As a flushed Kat weakly rolled out under the bottom rope, plopping to the floor below, Kylie took no chances. Grabbing a wrist of the dazed Christian, she tugged her home.
Kylie tagged the Black Queen with one hand and stretched the possessed arm of her dark-haired foe with the other. West snatched the top rope with both hands and flung herself over, her backside RAMMING into the inner elbow of the Baby Boss.
Avery squeaked in pain, cradling her aching arm close. She rolled to a seated position and cast a hopeful glance toward her distant corner, only to find it unoccupied. The vacancy hardly mattered as Emily locked onto Avery’s cranium with both hands and pulled Christian to her knees.
Exchanging her grip for Avery’s wrists, Emily turned her adversary to the veterans’ corner. West raised a boot sole, pressing it between Avery’s shoulderblades and BWUNGED the Quake’s face into the bottom turnbuckle with a vicious Brain Drain!
BRAIN DRAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAyYx0Bssc
Kylie raised a boot of her own to stomp the head of the debilitated Christian, bad habits about to overtake her, when Em pressed a palm in her partner’s direction.
“Now, now. You don’t need to be a Girl Scout but let’s not deviate from our progress.”
Sanders grinned and held fire, allowing Emily to pluck the Baby Boss off the canvas without any illegal attack from outside prior to regaining her target. West lifted a sagging Avery in front of her, Christian stooped at the waist. The position was ripe for a Pumphandle grip and Em collected it with the practiced ease her legendary career afforded.
Showing the power she could still bring to bear on fellow lightweights, the Amazing Academic vaulted Avery airborne, tossing her in 180-degree roll while dropping to her back, knees elevated. Gravity did the rest, Avery’s plush midriff impaled by Emily’s Double Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFppvkJOlsg
Avery bounced away from the impact, moaning and wrapping an arm around her roiling tummy. Emily pushed Christian to her back and climbs aboard in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for the…
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The Quake shoved a shoulder off the deck, keeping her team’s hopes alive for the Tag Title match awaiting the victors. Avery rolled to her chest to avoid another potential pinning combination and the Sensual Scholar quickly mounted her foe, taking a forward-facing seat at Avery’s knees. Forming her raised arms in an ‘X’, a smirking West sank her digits DEEP into the flesh and nerve bundle just below the crease of Avery’s glutes, driving the tines in with her Hammy Clamp.
As the Baby Boss howled in pain, a worried Braddock, back in place, slipped through the ropes and charged. But Sanders’s watchful eye and quick entry prevented a break of the submission, Ky sending the back of Kat’s head and spine rocketing to the canvas with a savage Clothesline.
Before the perplexed Long could complain about all four women being in the ring, Kylie rolled a stunned Brat to her chest and straddled Kat’s waist in a feet-facing kneel. The Platinum Pixie raised her right hand high, flexing her fingers. Reflexively, the Corps answered as one.
'FARM…HAND!'
Kylie delivered her iconic Hammy Clamp into one of Kat’s upper thighs, leaning her second hand on top to force the digging digits deeper.
Quickly, there’s stereo caterwauling, both Kat and Avery yelping in agony from the claw holds, the women pulling at their own manes to spread the pain.
As the ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’ chant grew in strength, Craig allowing the submissions to continue in tandem, Kylie made eyes at her partner.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you get all the clampin’, did you?”
“I had a feeling you might enjoy testing the effectiveness of our respective techniques,” Em responds with a glimmer.
As loudly as the Quakes cried and cursed, neither seemed prepared to surrender. West and Sanders eventually relented in their hamstring torture, rising and pulling up the limping Kat and Avery with them. Emily and Kylie bullied their respective Cali Quakes to opposite corners, each latching onto a wrist and shoulder.
Simultaneously, Cassava’s Dream Team hurled Braddock and Christian off with Irish Whips, or at least that was the plan. Instead, the curvy ingenues planted and reversed, sending the Pixie and the Queen hurtling toward each other at full speed.
Deftly, the women altered their course enough to link elbows instead of clatter into each other head on. With a little square dance do-si-do, Em and Ky raced back in the direction they began, launching into synchronized SPLASHES of the wide-eyed Quakes, Emily burying Avery beneath her and Kylie doing the same to the startled Brat.
With the height-deficient Quakes properly pacified, the veterans again snatched a wrist and whipped Kat and Christian on a collision course, curvy blonde and plush brunette racing headlong into each other, chests and foreheads BANGING together.
Braddock stumbled drunkenly away from the impact, Kylie snatching her foe and running her to the ropes, The Brat getting the bum’s rush up and over the top, Kat bouncing off the apron and ending pooled on the arena floor a second time.
Avery was sent into a 180-degree turn of her own, stumbling to the waiting West. Em scoops an arm between Christian’s abbreviated stems and ‘hupped’ the dark-haired Quake onto a shoulder. The Black Queen pivoted with her cargo and dropped the pits of Avery’s knees over the top cable. Em expertly secured Avery in a Tree of Woe, ready to provide the Baby Boss an MBA in belly blasting.
With Kylie departing the squared circle and sneaking a stomp or two into The Brat before heading home, Emily taught from the Learning Tree, West battering a gurgling Avery with a series of Kneelifts into the unguarded, overturned abdomen of her adversary. Having gutted her foe with the bony caps. Em dropped to her knees in front of the groaning Christian and worked over the mottled flesh with a series of closed fists, rights and lefts finding purchase until Long's complaining convinced the Amazing Academic to change tactics.
Grasping the middle ropes on either side, West finished the lesson with a set of Shoulderblocks into the demolished tummy of the quivering Quake, Emily stepping aside at Craig's insistence to let the official free the commissioner’s child. The upside-down Avery collapsed into a hot mess, moaning as she embraced her midriff.
With the Platinum Pixie an arm’s length away, Emily handed the reins to Sanders with a tag.
“Let’s finish these young ladies off and get back to Cosmic Noir.” West said as Ky gave her a high-five. “We owe them a chance to measure up with the best.”
Kylie nodded and exchanged locations with her partner, pulling Avery to her feet for the endgame.
Reeling the breathless brunette into a Front Facelock before she could regain her bearings, Sanders marched her foe out to the middle of the squared circle and tossed Avery's near arm across her shoulders. From there she grabbed hold of Christian's waistband and dipped her knees, the Pleasant Valley Princess drawing on her reserves to ensure there wasn't even a shimmy when she boosted the second-generation superstar into position directly overhead. 'Powerhouse' wasn't a word often used in conversations about Kylie Sanders which was why the crowd was so impressed when she continued to hold her burden at high noon. Always happy to lend their voices to the efforts of their heroine, the FAWNatics united to call out, 'ONE...TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...TEN!' Ky looked like she could've kept Avery there for quite a while but ten was a magic number and she drew upon it by swinging Christian back the way she'd came while simultaneously pivoting and dropping to one knee, the Iowan just THWHUMPING Avery's devastated ribs with another pinpoint Gutbuster!
The Boss Baby popped onto tiptoe, both arms strapped over her heaving tummy which meant she couldn't defend the snappy Haymaker Sanders caromed off her jaw! Avery swooned in a half circle and immediately staggered toward the Quakes corner only to let out a concerned squeak when Kylie grabbed a shoulder and spun her right back aro—THUNDEROUS roars from those assembled as Sanders slipped an arm between the brunette's thighs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry!
“PUT HER DOWN, HAG!” Kat shrieked from her place on the apron. “PUT HER DOWN, THIS IS BETWEEN US!”
“Don't think so, brat.” Kylie huffed. “This punk kept us from the gold last month, that means it's her ass toAAARRRGGHHH!”
In no mood tour valleys pleasant or otherwise, Christian slashed her well-manicured talons across the blonde's eyes, then followed with half a dozen elbow smashes to the side of her attacker's skull! Sanders' legs refused to give way, but it Avery to slip loose of the Carry and land on Kylie's six. Hands on Sanders' shoulders the instant her feet touched the canvas, Christian plowed forward with every intention of bull-rushing the blinded blonde deep into the Quakes side of town but encountered a gangly roadblock when she smashed Kylie into poor Craig Long!
Kat saw the collision, began to celebrate and cut it off with a curse when Sanders' noggin bounced offa the ref's chin and whiplashed into the bridge of Avery's nose! All three of 'em went down in opposite directions, leaving Braddock and West to warily regard one another from opposite sides of the ring.
“Hold your ground, Katrina.” Emily called over the surprised din. “This skirmish doesn't include either of—dammit.”
Braddock made her intentions clear with a raised middle finger before she dropped off the apron and stormed toward the Timekeeper's table and presumably the extra chairs stockpiled beside it. Her suspicions were confirmed only seconds later by the uniquely ominous CLACK of steel on steel and resounding jeers from the capacity crowd. Knowing she couldn't intercept The Brat on the outside, West slipped through the strands and moved to position herself between Kylie and any potential attac—the Black Queen threw herself to one side to avoid the chair Kat hurled at her head like an oversized Frisbee!
Recovering just as Braddock dove under the bottom rope armed with another chair, Emily raised her hands and growled, “Exceedingly poor form, Katri--” Kat tossed more furniture at West's noggin but she was ready for it this time and plucked it from the aether with a practiced eas--“HHHHNNNGGGHHH!”
The Brat rushed forward and THWHUMPED a brutal punt between her opponent's thighs! “Gimme that, hag!” Braddock tore the chair from West's hands and tossed it to the mat with an ugly clatter that was still reaching the cheap seats when she pulled the former World Champion's head between her thighs. “Your time teaching is just about over, bitch.” Kat opined as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Emily's midriff. “The only thing you've got left to do is serve as a warning to the rest of these shit-bags!” No answer from the Amazing Academic so Braddock muscled her upside down and let her hang over the dull grey expanse of the chair for a few seconds before hopping up and dropping down to BUH-WHAM Emily's skull against the unyielding steel!
West went tent-spike rigid, then collapsed into a boneless sprawl, the veteran brunette reduced to a semiconscious starfish by the single emphatic head-drop. Extremely pleased with her work thus far, Kat brushed some invisible dust from her hands after she'd returned to booth-leather and surveyed the situation. “Avery. AVERY!” Braddock clapped a couple times, then leaned down and repeated the tactic next to her partner's head. “Get your ass up, there's bitches to crush”
Christian groaned, rolled to her stomach and struggled to all fours. “Whuu... where the hell's the ref?”
“Still putting his glass jaw back together, definitely not Quakes material. Listen, we've gotta put these losers away, now. You want to lift or you want to fly?”
The brunette's head swam at the prospect of even climbing the turnbuckles, let alone jumping from them. “I'll lift. Sanders?”
“Yeah. Scrape her up, let's get a move on it. West is down, but I'm not sure she's out.”
Avery waved the blonde toward the corner so that's where she went. In the meantime, Christian tottered to verticality and forced the Iowan to do the same. “Antique bitch. We'll teach you to get in our way.” the Baby Boss growled as she trudged her captive into imminent danger. “We're gonna break you down to the foundations!” Kylie opened her mouth for something that was undoubtedly sass but Christian put a stop to that with a heavy shot to the belly. The impact buckled Sanders' knees and would've returned her to the canvas if Avery hadn't dipped down and wedged her head beneath the veteran's left arm and looped her right arm around Ky's waist. An arm wrapped around Sanders' left thigh provided the last hook Christian needed to hoist the PVP up for what was essentially a Backdrop Suplex stall, though the positioning was such that Kylie was held sorta sidesaddle against the brunette's chest rather than balancing on the point of her shoulder.
Admittedly these details weren't noticed by the great majority of FAWNatics as they were either jeering Kat's ascent to the high rent district or urging Emily to rouse herself from the chair-induced stupor. Alas, this was not to be as evidenced by the obnoxious little 'kiss my ass' smirk Braddock flashed the audience when she reached her destination without any signs of life from the Amazing Academic or the felled zebra. “Smash her, Kat!” Christian shouted to her partner in crime. “I can't hold this load in place all night!” Kat sprang from her perch with right leg extended like a guillotine and while it didn't actually take the Iowan's head off it damned sure felt like it when Braddock laid her thigh across Sanders' throat and Avery dropped down to THA-WHAM their victim into the deck with Magnitude 8.6!
MAGNITUDE 8.6 @ 3:20
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Kylie landed high and tight on the back of her head, tumbled onto her stomach and would've stayed there if Christian hadn't bulldozed her onto her back and pounced across her midsection, the brawny little brunette hooking the far leg for...
“F*CK!” Kat shrieked in frustration when she realized Al Carpenter had only just begun to stir. “Dammit Long, get off your lazy ass or I'll put my boot so far up--”
“Easy! Easy, Kat!” Avery pushed out of the useless pin though she remained beside the splattered veteran. “Both members of the Hag Coven are down, we can take our time and really enjoy--”
BWANG!
Braddock's eyes went wide with fury and surprise when Emily West loomed up behind Christian and just smashed her across the back with the same chair The Brat had used on the Black Queen moments prior. “No, my dear Avery.” West spoke to the writhing brunette though her attention was solely on Kat. “I'm afraid you cannot.”
“Put it down and fight me fair, you old bitch.” Braddock sneered as she began to circle the resurgent veteran.
“As if a pampered toddler like yourself knows anything of fairness.” Emily scoffed. “There isn't a shortcut in this industry that you haven't travelled in your meteoric rise to mediocrity.”
“Then try to do something about it.” Kat sneered. “Take your best shot at shutting my mouth or I'll shut yours for--”
West feigned a shot at Braddock's tummy then drew back and tossed it at the blonde's fa-- “HHHRRRRGGHHHH!” The Brat went low under the hardware and launched off her back foot to bury a short-range Spear deep in the brunette's midriff!
“TOO SLOW, OLD WOMAN!” Kat cackled down at the groaning grappler. “BOTH OF YOU HAGS ARE TOO DAMNED SLOW AND TOO DAMNED OLD TO STOP THE FUTURE!”
Emily would've responded if she'd been able, as it was she could only wheeze while Braddock scraped her off the canvas with a double handful of hair. Catching West in a Front Facelock as soon as they were both upright, The Brat tossed her foe's near arm across her shoulders but instead of going for a Suplex she helped herself to some waistband and muscled her up just far enough to catch West's left leg in a snug Cradle. Stomping over to the chair that might've otherwise spelled her doom, Kat glared toward the hard camera and roared, “THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE, LOSERS!” Then she rocked up and dropped back, Braddock laying out full force to BWANG Emily's forehead into the seat with a devilishly augmented Kat Nap!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
West tumbled through in an insensate somersault but Kat didn't try for a cover, instead she scrambled over to Craig Long (who'd barely made it to all fours) and grabbed on at collar and belt. “Get your ass over here, dork!” she barked in the midst of dragging him into position. “You've got a job to do!”
A groan from the official told her she was at least aware, so Braddock dropped him just beside Emily, then crouched down and leapt into the air just to come SPLASHING down on the brunette's defenseless midsection!
Kat wasn't legal of course, the rules lawyers would scream about it later and armchair analysts would examine it from every imaginable angle, but in that moment the duty fell to poor, woozy Craig and he registered just enough to count out a delayed...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Vitriol from all corners of the arena, yet none of it loud enough to drown out the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES!”
Kat pressed palms into the bosom and face of the barely conscious West. She pushed to her haunches next to the splayed Emily, yesterday’s news demolished in tandem by the next much bigger thing.
Braddock held her hands aloft wearily then raised dual middle fingers higher still to let the derisive FAWNatics know what she thought of them. The Brat called for a microphone with a waved hand and a ring attendant tossed the stick to the flaxen-haired Quake. Braddock caught it on her knees, pulled the chair out from under the semi-aware West and used the steel to rise, placing a boot on the gulping tummy of the dethroned Black Queen.
“Remember that apology I made for forcing my way onto the Mania card? Scratch that.”
Dropping the mic on Em’s chest with a ‘THUNK’, Kat spun and SLAMMED the steel seat pan of the folding furniture into the risen Avery’s forehead, BLASTING CHRISTIAN to the deck, the Baby Boss joining Kylie and Emily in a horizontal stupor!
A stunned and silenced crowd watched in amazement as Kat gathered up her victorious partner with a double-handed grip of Christian’s noggin, yanks the busty brunette into a Front Facelock then tugged Avery into a cradled package against her chest.
Instantly, Kat laid out, SPIKING the crown of Avery’s skull into Kylie’s ivory midriff, sending her teammate deeper into a coma while Sanders gurgles back to life, jackknifing then swaddling her demolished abdomen.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Braddock wiped her hands dramatically then collects the microphone, pulling it to her ruby lips while pushing to her feet above the triumvirate of wreckage.
“No offense to Avery but she wasn’t pulling her weight and frankly a tag title shot doesn’t have the interest for me it used to. I’M A STAR. She’s a legacy with a bytch for a Mom; one whose hand I’m forcing.”
Kat cast her gaze over the groaning veterans then continued.
“I’m going to be bigger than these hags I destroyed and it’s going to happen sooner than any of you want. I would say go ahead and give West and Sanders the tag shots to throw you dogs a bone, but the Commissioner’s kid already let me in on some very interesting backstage gossip.”
Em here signed a recent in-ring extension to last only until she lost a match. With her ego, she presumed that wouldn’t be until she was a champion for many months. Instead, I ended it here tonight.”
Kat began singing an off-tune version of “Hey, hey…good bye” the crowd did not appreciate, though the realization the Amazing Academic had been expelled from in-ring competition in perpetuity mutes the response.
A rousing West rolled to her side and reached for a tanned stem of The Brat.
“Sorry. Did I give away the surprise?” Kat asks facetiously. “That I just officially ended you and the Quakes on the same night? Ah well. You’ll get over it. Maybe.”
Braddock dropped the stick once more and hauled Emily into the same Front Facelock she’d experienced moments before. Despite prayers from the assembled, it ended identically, West taking another BRUTAL Kat Nap, Emily’s senses removed before she tumbled to her back, out cold.
Kat turned to the struggling Hawkeye, Ky having made to all fours, her features twisted in shock and pain as she raised her chin. Braddock delivered a vile punt to Sanders’ ribs, sending Kylie flopping to her back, hugging her battered belly and gagging as she raggedly sucked in oxygen.
Kat reacquired her amplifier.
“All in due time for you, Kylie. We don’t want to send both of you hags out in one night. The FAWNatics would never recover. As for Aves. Girl, it’s nothing personal. You’re just not on my level and, after tonight, I’m betting Mommy Dearest will understand I’m serious. I am the best and I will prove it!”
Kat dropped the stick one last time, this time on her snoozing former partner, and headed for the exit under a cacophony of jeers, a colossal cauldron of destruction left in her wake.