Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2022 2:27:44 GMT
With March to War’s opening match in the rear-view mirror, the FAWNatics wait impatiently for the next course in tonight’s banquet of the best in women’s wrestling.
Suddenly, from the arena speakers, the all too familiar Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ blasts through the bowl, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
Emerging from backstage is Chrissy Daniel’s Gen Z counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat who caused a shockwave through the organization at Heartbroken.
Having ended Emily West’s wrestling career and sent both Kylie Sanders’ and Avery Christian’s into devastating detours, Kat Braddock settles center stage and lets the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Judging the crowd is in maximum turmoil, the buxom blonde strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
Kat is alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. And from the echoing boos, seemingly without a friend in the world.
Dressed in a red tanktop a couple sizes too small, skin-tight faded denim and calf-high leather boots, Braddock isn’t dressed for combat, though she certainly seems ready to slap the taste from anyone who dares to impinge on her announcement.
The flaxen-haired fireplug climbs the steps and slips through the ropes, microphone already in hand. She moves to the middle and draws the stick to her lips as her music fades, replaced by jeers that sound at a similar decibel level to that of a jet engine.
A smirking Brat waits patiently for the crowd to wear itself out.
“So. Are you starting to understand?”
The FAWNatics bury Braddock in boos once more and again she pauses until good and ready.
“In one night, I reshaped careers, divisions, the minds of management. I’m no longer the future of FAWN. I’m it’s present. Some people may not know this yet, but dear Avery does. She was ignorant collateral damage to her mother’s mistakes.
“Yes. I could have carried Aves to the tag titles, beating Baby Burlingame into dirt. But I want…no I need so much more. And I can only do it by being the best in the world.
“Bethany decreed I will not be allowed to wrestle in a FAWN ring until her daughter is out of the hospital and ready to, how did the commish put it, leave me a sobbing wreck in the ring. Which leaves me without a match tonight.”
Some in the crowd don’t miss the chance to give a sarcastic cheer.
Kat concentrates ion the nearest lens.
“Avery. I’m sorry your mother has a death wish for you. But get well soon. So I can put you out of the business for good and get on my way.
“Kylie. Last month’s humiliation isn’t enough for me. As much as I’m being forced to end Avery. I will enjoy every second of ending your languishing career, particularly since you’re again rolling onto your back and showing your tummy to all these twerps.
“I took out your crutch in Emily West and I will send you back to the oblivion of Iowa once and for all when I get my chance.
“For everyone else, I advise you to stay out of my way or you can end up like the dethroned Black Queen, battered and broken.”
Kat drops the microphone with a ‘GA-LUNK’, offers the crowd a doble-barreled middle finger salute, and heads for the exit, VanHalen again pumping through sound system as the FAWNatics try to mute The Brat’s music with their fury.
Suddenly, from the arena speakers, the all too familiar Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ blasts through the bowl, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
Emerging from backstage is Chrissy Daniel’s Gen Z counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat who caused a shockwave through the organization at Heartbroken.
Having ended Emily West’s wrestling career and sent both Kylie Sanders’ and Avery Christian’s into devastating detours, Kat Braddock settles center stage and lets the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Judging the crowd is in maximum turmoil, the buxom blonde strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion.
Kat is alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. And from the echoing boos, seemingly without a friend in the world.
Dressed in a red tanktop a couple sizes too small, skin-tight faded denim and calf-high leather boots, Braddock isn’t dressed for combat, though she certainly seems ready to slap the taste from anyone who dares to impinge on her announcement.
The flaxen-haired fireplug climbs the steps and slips through the ropes, microphone already in hand. She moves to the middle and draws the stick to her lips as her music fades, replaced by jeers that sound at a similar decibel level to that of a jet engine.
A smirking Brat waits patiently for the crowd to wear itself out.
“So. Are you starting to understand?”
The FAWNatics bury Braddock in boos once more and again she pauses until good and ready.
“In one night, I reshaped careers, divisions, the minds of management. I’m no longer the future of FAWN. I’m it’s present. Some people may not know this yet, but dear Avery does. She was ignorant collateral damage to her mother’s mistakes.
“Yes. I could have carried Aves to the tag titles, beating Baby Burlingame into dirt. But I want…no I need so much more. And I can only do it by being the best in the world.
“Bethany decreed I will not be allowed to wrestle in a FAWN ring until her daughter is out of the hospital and ready to, how did the commish put it, leave me a sobbing wreck in the ring. Which leaves me without a match tonight.”
Some in the crowd don’t miss the chance to give a sarcastic cheer.
Kat concentrates ion the nearest lens.
“Avery. I’m sorry your mother has a death wish for you. But get well soon. So I can put you out of the business for good and get on my way.
“Kylie. Last month’s humiliation isn’t enough for me. As much as I’m being forced to end Avery. I will enjoy every second of ending your languishing career, particularly since you’re again rolling onto your back and showing your tummy to all these twerps.
“I took out your crutch in Emily West and I will send you back to the oblivion of Iowa once and for all when I get my chance.
“For everyone else, I advise you to stay out of my way or you can end up like the dethroned Black Queen, battered and broken.”
Kat drops the microphone with a ‘GA-LUNK’, offers the crowd a doble-barreled middle finger salute, and heads for the exit, VanHalen again pumping through sound system as the FAWNatics try to mute The Brat’s music with their fury.