Post by hawkeye on Dec 4, 2022 17:29:04 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The crowd gathered for Cold November Pain sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to gritty resilience in the face of tonight's opportunity, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight's row with her old nemesis and newly minted World Champion, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Nick Castle and offered her wrists and elbows for inspection.
“Remember 'em how they are now, Nick.” Bridget said with a smile. “By the time this match is over they'll be covered in blubbering blonde quitter!”
Finding nothing troubling in the challenger's pads and boots, Castle waved a hand toward the far corner and said, “Good luck to you, Bridget. Protect yourself out there.”
With her first challenger situated in the ring, a woman that gave the World Champion her most embarrassing loss, the lone remaining California Quake bounced on the balls of her feet behind the curtain, gaudy gold belt wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulder was another, the smaller Lightweight prize held tight.
“This is what you dreamed about,” Braddock mumbled to herself. “Now make it this bytch’s nightmare.”
A Richter scale rumble traversed the arena’s sound system and the anxious buzz of the FAWNatics transformed the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses gearing up for their new bratty Queen of the Hill.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transitioned to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
When the dazzling illumination subsided an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde was set center stage with a shit-eating ‘I’m a badass’ grin. Braddock raised the gold in her left hand and polishes the faceplate covering her plush abdomen with the right. The champ let the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers popped open and she glanced to her waist, slapping the hardware that proved she’s the best FAWN had to offer. Satisfied she’s made her point, the flaxen-haired fireplug strode down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The curvy Quake sashayed toward the battleground in her new booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
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Reaching the ring, Kat gave her adversary a look of disdain before passing the steps and snatching a microphone off the Announcer’s table. Braddock moved to the apron and rolled in under the ropes, popping to her feet quickly to avoid any potential chicanery from the challenger.
Before the champ could provide her words of wisdom, the Announcer gave FAWN’s best her rightful introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds, she is your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste even more impressive now that Braddock’s ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
With her own microphone already in hand, The Brat raised the stick to her lips.
“Didn't I tell you fools I was too good for that farce of a former champ? I took that loser’s business and stuffed it down her throat. Dayna’s lucky I didn’t decide to go Chapter 11 on her ass and bankrupt her body for good.”
Kat absorbed the boos with a smile and waited for the roar to lower.
“And I wasn’t even pissed at the Executrix.”
Braddock turned to review her foe.
“This bytch I’ve got beef with. I’m going to make her hurt a long time before I make her quit.”
Bridget raised her right hand in the form of a claw and Kat’s face turned sour as a ‘YES’ chant filled the bowl.
“Yeah. Keep that shyt up and see where it gets you, Bridge. A bed at ORMC.”
Kat dropped the microphone and backpedaled angrily to her corner. She handed over both titles to a FAWN flunky and turned to face her first defense of the big belt, the Killer Quake snarling and ready to tame Minnesota Wild.
Bridget had entered her first World Title bout against the Executrix with a case of nerves the likes of which she hadn't felt since her earliest days not just in FAWN, but in professional wrestling itself. Tonight was a marked contrast, oh she was still feeling butterflies, it was after all, another chance to claim the very top of the industry mountain as her very own, but the woman across the ring was not the recently deposed Dayna Erza. In fact she was little more than a conniving Brat, a Brat that the Sweet Disaster had once punished so thoroughly that the former California Quake hadn't been able to answer a ten count at FAWN's biggest show of the year. Lips curling in a competitive smile when the bell finally CLANGED, Bridget instinctively curled her hands into a claws, the challenger feeling them dig deep into the blonde's tummy. “Get ready, Kitty.” she said softly. “I'm comin' to toss you off the mountain.”
Elsewhere, Kat Braddock watched the brunette with the expression of a psychic who didn't like what she was reading. Dark eyes narrowed in disgust, the blonde leaned back, set her elbows against the top rope and made a point of staying put even as Stroud closed the distance at a rapid pace. Bridget was more than halfway across the squared circle when Braddock dipped her upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes and pointed an accusatory finger at the challenger. “Check her hands, Castle!”she demanded. “Everyone in the locker room knows that cheap bitch puts some weird crap on her fingers to make her claw holds hurt more!”
Bridget stopped and raised one hand like she was offering the champ to a Test of Strength. “Why don't you come lock hands with me yourself and find out, baby?” she taunted. “You're not afraid I'm gonna dig the quit out of you that fast, are ya?”
Kat glowered, but didn't abandon her place in the corner. “I'm the World Champion, I'm NOT afraid of a cheating little shit like you and it is my RIGHT to ensure I get the fairest match possible during my defenses. I repeat, check her hands, Castle!”
Nick, who'd checked Stroud's boots and pads only moments prior and found nothing out of the ordinary was sorely tempted to deny the blonde's request, yet he knew Braddock would be infinitely more difficult to deal with if he openly defied her so early. To that end he nodded, strode over to Bridget and said, “Your hands, Bridget. If you'd be so kind.”
Minnesota Wild rolled her eyes, then did as bade, allowing the Senior Official to confirm that there was in fact no odd ointment or lineament that might-- Kat roared out of the corner at a dead run, the curvy blonde burning up some precious distance before Stroud recognized the sneak attack and yanked her wrists out of Castle's grip--“NNNNNGGHHHH!” Braddock joined her hands into a single fist and THWUMPED it against Bridget's sternum with a Polish Hammer that knocked the challenger to the deck in a heap!
POLISH HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoNJyNL1Eds
“HEY!” Nick rounded on Kat to issue a stern warning, alas the champ paid just enough attention to juke around him before unleashing several heavy stomps to the brunette's abdomen.
“You think you can hang with me, punk?” Braddock barked down at her adversary. “I'm the World Champ! The future of this industry! You're nothing but a reality-show asshole that doesn't know her own limits!”
Stroud sat up so Kat aimed a heel between her eyes only to curse in disgust when the challenger caught hold of her ankle. Bobbing in place, Braddock hunched down, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked Stroud's face against the laces of her boot and stamped down to raaaaaaake her face in extremely unpleasant fashion!
“Knock off those eye rakes, Kat!” Castle snapped at the champ. “Don't think you're going to get away with that cheap crap all night!”
“Oh, what are you gonna do, disqualify me?” Braddock mocked. “I'm so scared, whatever will I do?”
She didn't waste any time answering the question herself, Kat filled her hands with Bridget's hair and hauled her to her knees before smacking a Hip Check into her face that ensured the former mountain climber was nice and woozy when she hauled her to verticality a few heartbeats later. Doubling down on that hair-grip to ensure she had complete control over Stroud's noggin, Kat pointed her toward the corner she'd so recently occupied and rushed over to BOUNCE Bridget's forehead off the canvas-sheathed steel! Bridget's knees shimmied but she didn't go down, which was just fine with Braddock. It let her pound the taller wrestler's head three or four more times before she snuggled in behind and wedged her head beneath Stroud's left arm. Wrapping her right arm across Bridget's lower back, Kat placed her left hand against the brunette's rump and boosted her up onto her right shoulder, but instead of laying out for a Backdrop Suplex she stepped forward and slung Stroud down so her forehead BWUUUNGED against the top turnbuckle harder than ever!
BACKDROP TURNBUCKLE SMASH @ 00:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxIedQ8FD2Q
Bridget's head snapped back and she swung around in a half circle only to lose her balance and drop to her butt with an audible 'plop'. Kat observed her just long enough to confirm the loser wasn't gonna try to dip out of the ring, then she was off to the races, the little blonde dynamo peeling off a smooth curve to take her to the opposite corner where she did an about-face and came back even faster than she'd left. Still going top speed as the distance between them shrank, Braddock hopped up and twisted sideways to throw every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into a low-flying Crossbody that THAWHUMPED Stroud between a rock and a hard case!
CALI SANDWICH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic
Rolling away from the crushing impact without the slightest bit of concern, Kat came up on one knee, grabbed hold of the brunette's ankles and draaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle where she immediately claimed both legs in a Back Press that pointed Stroud's backside at the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Bridget kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO' in what Kat considered to be a brazen show of disrespect. “Oh, am I not hitting you hard enough?” Braddock grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Stroud to a seat and slapped her across the face just because she could. “Guess I'll just have to OOOFFFHH!”
Bridget balled her right hand into a fist and drove it deep into Kat's belly to drive a great bursting exhalation from her lips! “Have to shut up and fight?” Stroud muttered as she grabbed an answering handful of hair before stuffing another punch into the blonde's midsection. “Yeah, I'd love to see you try thaAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Furious at the encroachment, Kat wrenched Bridget's head back at an awkward angle and RAKED her across the eyes! “Think you can work me over!?” she barked over the angry warning of Nick Castle. “Think you're gonna make me quit again? No chance beeyotch, that was a FLUKE! Just like everything else about your so-called career!”
Bridget was too busy wiping her eyes to respond to the champ, so Kat hauled her to boot-leather, then slipped an arm between the challenger's thighs and 'hupped' her into position across the blonde's chest. Controlling Stroud with one hand between her shoulders and another atop her glutes, Kat treated the latter to a condescending pat as she told the FAWNatics, “This putz doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me! She's nothing but another sack of shit, just like you idiots!” Such an observation didn't endear Braddock to the Orlando faithful, though it did ensure they were nice and loud when Braddock hunkered down, then snapped back and down to hurl Bridget to the far side of the squared circle with a Fallaway Slam!
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNAuZBPU5_k
Sweet Disaster THWHAMMED down a little shy of the ropes, but residual momentum took her the rest of the way so rather than try for a pin Kat just tromped over there and delivered a few more Stomps before scraping Stroud off the mat by one wrist. Shouldering Bridget into the strands provided all the extra 'oomph' Braddock needed for an Irish Whip that sent the brunette barreling across the ring. The former Quake followed her out about halfway, then stopped only to burst forward with an explosive short-range Clothesline when Stroud came rushing ba-NO!
Bridget dipped low and kept right on going, forcing an exasperated Kat to whip around and give chase! Stroud came off the ropes at a flat run only to stop a little past center, the purple-clad battler twisting around for a better view as Braddock took to the skies with a Flying Crossbo— Bridget plucked the champ outta the air and soared through a gorgeous back-flip that culminated with her PLANTING Kat against the canvas with a Moonsault-augmented version of the very Fallaway Slam she'd endured moments prior! The impact bounced Kat to a seat, though no one was surprised when Bridget just shoved her down flat and stretched out across her chest, Minnesota Wild hooking the far leg in search of the...
MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAM @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5GWqymdjZc
ONE...
TWO...
Kat got a hand against Bridget's chin and shoved her way to a seat. “Sneaky bitch.” she grunted. “Get your ass offa NNNGGGHHH!”
Stroud CRAAACKED her blonde across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that put her right back on the deck. Rather than go for a cover, Bridget set her left knee atop Kat's chest, then raised both hands high overhead and brought them down with a resounding 'SMECK!' that was nevertheless swallowed by Braddock's wail of pain when Bridget sank ten terrible tines into that vulnerable belly!
“Give up, Kat!” Stroud shouted, her forearms thrumming with the effort she put into the Belly Claw. “Give up or pass out because you KNOW I won't let you go!”
The Brat responded with an inarticulate curse that, while certainly not a surrender, contained enough hurt to bring Nick Castle over to check on the suffering Californian. “What do you say, Kat? Need to give call it a night?”
A wincing Braddock shook her head 'no', eyelids clenched as her palms wrapped around Bridget’s wrists, trying to remove the talons. Kat writhed from side to side as Stroud’s digits sank deeper into her foe’s plush tummy, the hands of the mountain climber showing the strength used to cling to a sheer rock face.
“I need to hear it,” Castle informed when The Brat seemed unable to wriggle free and Kat mewled in further pain, her nightmare scenario becoming all too real.
“NO, YOU BASTARD. NO!”
Bridget clenched her fingers, trying to force the newly crowned World Champion to change her mind and Braddock howled in pain. She removed one hand from trying to pry a claw loose and used it to reach upward and turn Stroud’s face with an open-hand SMACK.
The brunette’s features returned with a cold stare. She pulled her tines free, laced those hands into a Double Axhandle, and POUNDED them into the midriff of the titleholder. Kat jackknifed around the impact, her eyes bulging, mouth agape. Still, she’s free from the torture that ruined her in their previous encounter. The Cali Quake rolled to her chest to save herself from more of the same.
Braddock pushed to all fours and tried to crawl toward the nearest ropes as Minnesota Wild rose to her feet, striding after the blonde.
“You’re not exactly Dayna, are you?” Bridget chided.
Stroud landed a stomp to the base of Kat’s spine and flattened the fireplug flat to the canvas. Braddock slithered onward, desperate to reach the outside for a break.
“With her I thought ‘how am I going to BEAT her?’ With you it’s ‘HOW am I going to beat her?”
Bridget grabbed an ankle and dragged Kat back to the middle despite Braddock clawing desperately at the canvas. She flipped the once-upon-a-time beach fighter to her back and dropped an elbow into Kat’s navel, a huge exhale bursting from between The Brat’s full lips. Braddock hugged her tummy, groaning and rocking from side to side, covering the pink indentations of Stroud’s previous claws.
“But I think we both know how I’m going to do that,” Bridget continued as she started to prize Kat’s arms from around her waist.
As Stroud did so, Kat managed to lift a knee into the chin of the challenger, snapping Bridget’s head back, the brunette left glassy-eyed on her haunches.
Braddock rolled to her chest and shuffled on hands and knees to the ropes, sliding beneath them and dropping to a stooped stance on the outside, rubbing at the welts on her abdomen. The crowd gave the World Champion an earful on her escape from Stroud.
Bridget, having shaken out a couple cobwebs, was on her feet and assessing. As Braddock appeared more interested in recovery than her whereabouts, Bridget took off on a sprint toward the cables, flying between the top and middle, PLOWING into the vertically-challenged blonde, right shoulder to chest.
Braddock went backpedaling into the steel barricade behind her, the base of Kat’s spine CLANKING into the unforgiving metal. She arched in pain, pressing her belly outward only to have a predatory Bridget NAIL her with a Side Kick to the midsection that had Kat doubling over and gurgling at the continued abuse.
Stroud dipped an arm between the thighs of the Cali Quake and ‘hupped’ Braddock across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She turned the champ, so Kat’s anxiety-filled face was pointed toward the roaring crowd, and popped The Brat off her shoulders, gut landing flush across the steel bar making up the top of the barrier.
Some snide fans in the front row patted the top of Kat’s dome, spitefully offering ‘encouragement’ as the blonde wretched from the ab-blasting impact.
Hearing the count from Castle growing behind her, Bridget peeled Braddock off the pole upon which she’s draped, drew the champ toward the ring, and stuffed her in under the bottom rope.
The youngest woman to climb Everest hopped to the apron and angles through the ropes, joining in another chase of a retreating Kat as Braddock crawled toward the opposite end of the squared circle.
Adding a dash of humiliation to the belly beatdown she was delivering, Stroud leapt into a Basement Dropkick to Kat’s backside. Braddock lurched forward, ending on her chest, reaching one hand back to massage her bruised glutes.
The beleaguered and belittled Brat turned to a seat and butt-scooted her way into a corner. She raised her palms forward, ‘washing windows’ in a plea for Stroud to stop.
Minnesota Wild turned to the FAWNatics for an answer and, when they affirmed she should continue to tear Kat apart, she shrugged and closed the gap between the grapplers.
Looming over the imploring blonde, Stroud reached for a handful of wavy, flaxen locks. But as her hand moved for the mane of her foe, a set of Braddock’s fingers latched onto the front rim of Bridget’s waistband. Kat wrenched her adversary forward and the brunette stumbled head-first into a collision with the middle buckle!
Stroud flopped away from the contact, while a harried Kat drew in several deep breaths, relieved the onslaught was upended. The Brat used the ropes to rise and reach Bridget with Sweet Disaster on hands and knees. Kat reared back and PUNTED her challenger in the ribs, sending Bridget barrel-rolling away from the blow.
“You really thought I was going to claw my way to the top, set up that idiot Amazon to take the fall, only to give the belt to you?” Kat sneered.
With Stroud back to all fours, Braddock sank her nails into Bridget’s scalp and pulled the brunette to her feet. As face to face as her short stature allowed, Kat pulled the former climber into a tight embrace, chest to chest, arms cinching around the base of her foe’s backbone.
The power packed into her fireplug frame was on display as she lifted a startled Stroud off the deck then dropped to a knee, RAMMING Bridget’s undercarriage atop the plank of her sturdy if abbreviated stem with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Bridget hopped in the air from the force to her crotch and tailbone, landing with knees knocking, frozen in place in front of a grinning Kat.
“That’s the best trick you got, kitty?” a wincing but defiant Stroud huffed.
The words raised the Quake’s eyebrows. She turned and sprinted to the far ropes, hitting them at full speed and returning at the same velocity. Unfortunately for the vast majority of the sellout crowd, the throbbing pain from below left Bridget momentarily immobile and, when The Brat lowers a shoulder, she’s able to SPEAR THE HOLY HELL out of Stroud. Bridget folded in half and was deposited roughly to the deck with a textbook, de-cleating tackle.
With the breathless and dazed Sweet Disaster laid out in a spreadeagle, Kat clambered atop her challenger in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Stroud kicked out, shoving a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side, it being her turn to wrap her abdomen in a cuddle.
Pleased with the way she'd shut the brunette up, Kat took a moment to tuck some loose hair behind her ears before she crooked both hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked Bridget's six from her shoulders to the small of her back! Stroud yowled and scrambled to all fours, it might've been all the way to her full height if Braddock hadn't snatched a double handful of hair and drove a Kneelift into the side of the challenger's skull. Bridget shuddered without abandoning her current position, so The Brat stood tall and treated the unworthy mouth-breathers to a brawny double bicep flex to ensure they were making plenty of noise when she hunched down and slipped her right arm across Bridget's chest while the left went between her thighs. The more salacious element among the audience whistled for a Claw of some kind, yet at the moment Kat kept her claws sheathed in favor of muscling Minnesota Wild up across her chest, Bridget's back bent awkwardly across Braddock's curves as the World Champion turned in a circle that showed her off to all four sides of the ring.
“You think this putz is good enough to hang with me?” she barked to the crowd. “The only reason she ever got LUCKY against me was because I was being held back by those losers Avery and Chrissy! But as even you idiots can see, now I've got the Big Belt... and all she's got are butterflies in her stomach! Kat yanked Bridget a little higher, then went up on tiptoes before dropping to one knee to THWHUMP Stroud tummy-first across the sturdy plank of her thigh!
Bridget retched and flopped on impact, alas she didn't find any relief because Braddock tightened her clamps and clambered back to boot-leather with the brunette still dangling in her clutches. Another Gutbuster was sorely tempting (especially considering the roiling in her own midsection was still far too strong for her liking) but The Brat hated to repeat herself so instead she lifted Stroud a little higher, then flipped her over in a single smooth motion and went down on one knee to THUNK the challenger's spine with a gorgeous Backbreaker! Bridget shivered from end to end, not that this inspired Kat to let her go. Indeed, the resurgent champion pressed one hand to the brunette's chin and the other to her right thigh so she could puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssshhhh the limber lovely into an agonizing 'U' shape!
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYvZ6QUfgg8
“Yeah, that's fucking right. Bend! Bend as far as you can!” Kat demanded of Stroud even as she bounced and jostled her planted knee to exacerbate the effect of the submission. “Bend until you think you're gonna break, then I'll see how far you can REALLY go!”
Braddock hadn't asked for a surrender and Stroud certainly hadn't offered one, but neither tempered Nick Castle's concern over the increasingly unpleasant angle of his charge's spine. Hunkering down beside the action, he said, “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to call it off? What do you say?”
Sweet Disaster raised her left hand and waggled an index finger 'no, no, no!' to ensure the Senior Official knew she was far from finished. That was enough to satisfy Nick, Kat however looked positively disgusted as she CRANKED down on both ends of the Backbreaker! “NNNNNGGAAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Bridget wailed as the former Quake tried to snap her in half.
This plea went ignored by Braddock, for the moment she only had eyes for Castle. “What the hell is with that soft touch shit, huh?” she scowled. “She's got me wriggling like a bug on a pin and you make me tell you no, but I'm actively breaking her in half and all she has to do is waggle a finger?”
Before Nick could rectify his mistake, Bridget huffed, “Yuuuhhh... ya know why he doesn't have to ask me, Kitty? Because he knows I'm not going to turn into a blubbering quitter as soon as I take some HHHHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Furious at such brazen disrespect, Braddock moved her right hand from Bridget's thigh to her tummy, the pneumatic little blonde very deliberately jabbing the tip of her index finger deep into Stroud's navel! “ASK HER!” she almost screamed the demand at Castle. “I want to hear this piece of shit say she's had enough!”
“Do you submit, Bridget?” the ref asked. “Tell me something.”
“I don't submit!” she barked at once. “Especially not to sloppy little shortcut lovers like Kat BraddHHHRRRGGGH!”
Not about to endure any more sass from the suffering simpleton, Braddock jostled the Backbreaker one more time before she abruptly relinquished the Navel Spike and joined her hands into a Double Axehandle that she promptly buried in the pit of Bridget's stomach! Stroud coughed like she was about to expel an internal organ or two and since Kat didn't want ANY of that nastiness on her swanky World Champion's togs, she gripped the brunette at knee and shoulder and sent her flopping to the deck with a damp THUMP!
Bridget landed on her stomach and immediately tumbled to her back, just as Kat had hoped she would. Pushing to her feet like she had all the time in the world, Braddock backpedaled into the ropes where she bounced a few times to ensure the tension was up to her discriminating standards. Satisfied they were, the blonde exploded forward and raced across the ring for a headlong dive that brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down across the brunette's chest! Bridget's legs bounced up on impact so Kat hooked 'em both behind the knees and pulled tight so Nick could put an end to this farce as quick as...
ONE...
TWO...
Stroud kicked out just after 'TWO!', much to the champion's disgust. “Oh what, like you're too good to be my crash-pad?” Kat scoffed as she scrambled to boot-leather. “I don't fucking think so.”
To prove as much she helped herself to the challenger's left wrist and ankle and draaaaagged her into the middle of the squared circle. Once she was certain there was no way for the rock climbing loser to squirm her way to a rope break, Braddock discarded the seized limbs and moved into a standing straddle of her vulnerable adversary. Looking positively bored with all this nonsense, The Brat took a moment to smooth her hair back and adjust her distended tru-- Kat kicked both legs out and dropped straight down to THWHUMP a huge Butt Bomb onto Bridget's chest! Stroud's strong, coppery stems kicked up for the second time in less than a minute and just like before Kat couldn't help herself from latching on, the former Quake hooking her prey around the upper thighs so she could lean back on a particularly sturdy Reverse Matchbook. Showing off the brunette's rump would've been more than enough for most women, but then most women weren't the FAWN World Champion which is why Braddock flattened her hands into paddles and swatted out a cheeky nonsense beat on Stroud's glutes while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Bridget got her hands on Kat's backside and shoved her off to break the pin a little slower than the previous effort. “Oh, you wanna get handsy with me, loser?” Braddock scoffed as she hurried around to seize hold of the challenger's ankles. “I think it's finally time you learned a hard lesson!”
Using her handholds to tumble Stroud onto her stomach, The Brat wedged Bridget's right shin into the pit of her left knee before folding that leg over and bracing her own right shin against it to keep the gammy knot secure. Woozy, albeit no so far gone she didn't recognize trouble coming her way, Sweet Disaster gouged her fingers into the canvas and started to slide for---“YOU BITCH!” Stroud forgot all other threats when Kat hunkered down, grabbed hold of the challenger's waistband and yanked her briefs down to mid-thigh!
This salacious act of involuntary stripping earned cheers from all the wrong sorts, far more importantly, it caused Bridget to reach back in search of her retreating bottoms. She'd just put a finger on that bunched lycra when Braddock seized hold of her wrists and YANKED both arms up and back in a painful Surfboard! “You're not a mountain climber, Stroud!” the former Quake taunted as she did her best to pull the brunette's arms out of socket. “You're not even an obstacle to be conquered. You're just the dirt beneath my feet!”
“Duuuhhhh... dirt that beat you so badly you bawled in front of the whole wolNNNNGGGHHHH!”
BRATTY CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UOBp3vKf58
Kat redoubled those agonizing efforts, then raised her right leg and stamped down between the challenger's shoulders while simultaneously releasing her grip so Bridget THWHAMMED down flat on her face and chest! Cackling with glee as she rudely ground the sole of her boot into the nape of the challenger's neck, Braddock ended that humiliation only to unleash another, the curvy blonde rolling Bridget over so she could fold her in half with a Back Press that pointed those bare buns into the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud powered free of the pin and finally managed to return her trunks to the proper alignment, though she might've regretted the decision once Kat grabbed hold and raised them by several more inches with a commanding wedgie! “Get your ass up!” she barked. “I mean it, loser! Stand up before I pull this cheap shit over your heNNNGGGGHHH!”
Stroud put an end to the abuse with a pitiless Back Elbow that SMASHED off the bridge of the champion's nose! Eyes watering as she reeled back several steps, Braddock let out a vicious growl, then rushed forward and lashed out with a huge LariNOT TONIGHT! Stroud dipped low, went around behind and stuck her head beneath The Brat's left arm while also looping her right arm around Braddock's midsection. With her other hand braced against blonde buns, Bridget hoisted the Double Champ high into the air only to bring her down on one penitent knee in a classic Atomic Drop!
Kat yelped and shot onto tiptoe, her hands flying to her compressed buns until Bridget reached around with both hands and sank her claws into that plush midsection! “AWWWWW GAAAAHHH!” Kat glommed onto Bridget's wrists in a desperate effort to prize the challenger's tines loose. Alas, Bridget only squeezed a little tighter as she leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on Braddock's cheek.
“Got'cher tummy, honey!” Claim stated, Stroud dropped into a crouch and popped her hips, Minnesota Wild PLANTING Kat on the back of her head and shoulders with a Belly Claw augmented German Suplex! To make matters even worse she held the bridge, Stroud continuing to knead and grope while Nick swooped in to count...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock managed to tumble off a shoulder and onto her side, not that it released her from the climber’s iron grips. Stroud dug deeper into the lightly-tanned flesh, the champ’s dark eyes welling under the touch of the torturous clutching fingers.
Full lips quivering from the prolonged attack to her soft spot, The Brat bit down on the lower and stretched an abbreviated leg toward the nearby ropes, finally draping an ankle across the bottom cable.
“LEGGGO!” Kat howled.
“GET HER OFF!” she screamed, turning her voice toward the man in stripes, her demand of Bridget duly ignored.
After receiving no response from Stroud to his initial demand to break, Castle started his count and Sweet Disaster pulled her prongs free at ‘FOUR’. She gazed at her clenched digits with pride.
“And that’s without a manicure,” Stroud chuckled.
Braddock wrapped an arm around her stinging, roiling abdomen. She lifted the limb long enough to glance at the blossoming welts. She growled through clenched teeth, then swaddled her malleable midriff again. Using her free arm, Kat rose with the help of the ropes, Bridget waiting impatiently for Nick to open the door to a legal response.
Finding Castle too lenient for her tastes, Minnesota Wild set upon the flaxen-haired fireplug, grabbing a wrist and yanking Braddock away from the strands. Stroud wrapped the captured arm around the back of her neck and collected the champion around the waist then under a thigh, easily lifting Braddock high off the deck.
Appearing like a suplex was on the way, Bridget instead swung her foe forward, dropping to a knee and impaling her foe on the raised version dissecting the burning belly of the blonde with a Belly-to-Back Gutbuster.
BELLY TO BACK GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_CmswuOrQU
A gurgling Kat rolled off, collapsing to her back and Bridget’s instantly upon her again in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The willful Brat shoved a shoulder up to save herself from an ignominiously short reign. But with Stroud proving herself Kat Kryptonite again, the Cali Quake seemed lost on how to stop her challenger.
Not giving the titleholder a chance to figure things out, Stroud grabbed another wrist and hauled Braddock to her feet again. The tawny-skinned brunette whipped The Brat to the far ropes and followed behind, setting up in the middle as Kat rocketed back after the rebound.
Bridget dipped, pressing her palms into the Quake’s waistline, and heaved her foe into the stratosphere. When a flailing Kat descended, Bridget had a forearm loaded and NAILED the plummeting Braddock with a Pop Up Elbow Smash.
POP UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Kat crashed and burned to the deck, out cold, spread in a starfish. She gazed glassily at the rafters, unaware Stroud hovered over her with a predatory grin.
“Thank God for lumberjacks, eh champ? Course they’re not here to save ya today.”
Braddock was at a loss for snappy comebacks, staring blankly into space, not recognizing the words of the Sweet Disaster, nor even her presence.
Bridget pulled a barely there Braddock to rubbery legs and sidled beside. She wrapped an arm around Kat’s abundant chest and grabbed the back rim of her waistline, YANKING The Brat’s gear into a wedgie of epic proportions. With the grip tight, Stroud launched Braddock for her Rocked Bottoms, likely a prelude to one final set of claws that would have Kat crying for Chrissy and Avery, her support system long since betrayed.
But as Braddock was lifted for deposit, a well-timed elbow to the back of Bridget’s head freed The Brat and she landed as safely as her namesake spirit animal.
A startled Minnesota Wild turned to locate her lost adversary and found The Brat leaning back.
Kat swung her forehead forward, RAMMING it into the cleft of Bridget’s bosom, Braddock’s signature Heart Butt, a Headbutt version of the Heart Punch sending a momentary flutter through Stroud’s blood pumper and a shimmy through her suddenly flaccid stems.
With Sweet Disaster’s dark eyes crossing, the energized Kat unleashed a series of windmill slaps onto Bridget’s bosom, backing the wincing challenger into a corner under the barrage. Kicking one leg out from under Stroud as her foe leaned against the buckles, the Quake did likewise with the other, sending Bridget plopping to her derriere.
With the dazed Disaster lounging, a snarling Kat hustled to the opposite corner, slapped the top buckle, and returned at full speed, leaping into a flying Hip Check that SLAMMED the flank of her caboose into Stroud’s skull.
Enjoying the shell-shocked condition of her challenger, Kat grabbed Bridget by both ankles and dragged her to center stage. The blonde sank a set of talons into Bridget’s scalp and lifted the faltering Disaster to a seated position. With her grip still tight, Kat stood next to Stroud, pivoting so her cake was ready for force-feeding.
And Braddock did just that, buffeting Bridget’s features with her iconic Bratty Butt Bumpers.
BRATTY BUTT BUMPERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg
Thumping Bridget’s braincase time and time again with her lethal backside, the FAWNatics couldn't help but count along even with their distaste for the bratty champion. On the fifth, Kat gave the final thrust a little extra flair, Braddock releasing after an ass-tastic collision that left Bridget flat on her back.
With Stroud in a stupor, Kat positioned her challenger with legs wide, the tempting target pointed to the nearest set of buckles. The Brat strode to the buckles and climbed, Cheshire grin planted on Kat’s flawless features. Quickly occupying a penthouse perch, the blonde turned to face her target, the crowd pleading with Bridget to save herself.
But as Braddock launches, arms by her side, hard head leading the way on the descent, the California Quake looked ready to deliver The Big One, an earth-shaking Diving Headbutt to Bridget’s kitty from Kat.
THWAM!
The thick, meaty sound of skull to sweet spot didn't lie. Nor did a jerking, groaning Bridget, hands thrust between her thighs, trying to assuage the agonizing waves of pain pulsating from her pussy.
Signature destruction delivered, even a slight hiccup of a wobble when Kat pushed to her feet, couldn't keep the smile from Braddock’s full lips. Catching herself, she rattled out some cobwebs and points at the retching, turtling climber, the challenger put in her rightful place.
“Was that a lumberjack that put you in a world of pain, bytch? “Braddock shouted, “Or was that a World Champion who took all the repulsive tactics you have in your book and showed the world why I’m a champion and you’re a chump!”
A fevered Kat stomped a Minnesota mudhole out of Stroud, delivering boot leather to any unprotected body part she could find, leaving Bridget a steaming mess, Kat suddenly looking every bit the rightful Queen of the FAWN Mountain.
“You wanna see how we beat’em up on the beach, bytch?” Kat bellowed.
She peeled the brunette off the deck. The champ bullied her challenger to a corner, pressing Bridget deep into the buckles with a left arm wedged under Stroud’s chin.
With her free hand, it’s Kat’s turn to form a set of stilettos. The blonde sank hers into Minnesota Wild’s assets, squeezing supple spandex-covered flesh until the Breast Claw had Bridget chirping in pain.
“Go on Bridgey, grab the ropes and whimper for a break!” Braddock sneered as she alternated that white-knuckle grip from left to right and back again. “He'll scurry over, you'll get your count and everyone will know that, while you may have a strong grip...” Kat honed in on the brunette's left breast like she was attacking a stress ball, the blonde putting every bit of her frustration and anger into punishing the vulnerable flesh. “...my claws are SO MUCH SHARPER!”
Stroud had in fact glommed onto the top rope with every intention of calling out to the senior official, yet the hissing certainty of Kat's tone silenced the request before it could leave her lips. Locking eyes with the domineering World Champion, Bridget removed her hand from the rope and quite deliberately reached for Braddock's hair, a move the blonde made no attempt to avoid. She might've done differently if she'd known Minnesota Wild was going to flatten that hand into a paddle and tag her across the mouth with a slap that's very lightness made it all the more galling to the Brat. Smiling at the 'who do you think you are?' fury that bloomed in Kat's dark eyes, Bridget asked, “Your grip's just as soft as your tummy, Kitty.”
“BITCH!” Braddock pulled her left forearm away from Stroud's chin and reared back for a Haymaker that'd loosen the brunette's teeth, but Bridget had telegraphed the blonde's tempestuous reaction and made her pay for it with a scintillating backhand that CRACKED offa Kat's cheek! The Brat's head turned to one side before snapping back, her grip on the challenger's breast meaner than ever. Plunging her other hand into Stroud's dark hair in the span between heartbeats, she wrenched her head backward and stepped in close, forcing Sweet Disaster to feel every bit of the Quake that'd felled the Executrix.
“You're no match for me.” she hissed. “Never have been. Never will be. That's why there's gold around my waist and HHHRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!” Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics as Bridget curled one hand into a spade and buried it not in Braddock's welted belly, but in the center of those bratty blue trunks! Forced up on tiptoe by the nauseating strength of her foe's Crotch Claw, Kat continued to knead and grope even as the brunette twined her other hand into the champ's hair and started to push clear of the buckles!
“No rope breaks now, cutie.” Bridget growled as she enforced her pitiless will on Braddock's undercarriage. “You want out? You'll have to break my gr--”
Stroud's ultimatum dissolved into a pained gasp as Kat narrowed the focus of her claw to an eye-watering pincer! Dragging her nails across the brunette's scalp as she wrenched her head at an awkward angle, Braddock leaned in close, planted a kiss on the side of Stroud's neck and purred, “I can break your grip... or you... anytime I fucking wanhhhhrrrrggghhhhhhh!”
Shock and dismay from the bratty blonde when Bridget upped the ante on her own grip by turning it into a thumb and forefinger clamp, Braddock's womanhood protected by nothing more than the scantest sheathe of blue lyrca. “I... I can hold on longer than you, Kat.” Bridget rasped after blinking away the tears raised by Kat's talons. “I'll still be holding on after you've passed out and they've declared me the new World ChaNNNGGGHH!”
An awful flashback to 'Mania 2020 drove Braddock to yank her arch-rival into a short, brutal Headbutt that had both ladies seeing stars but didn't actually break either of their grips. “Yuuuhhh... you'll never pose over me again, bitch.” she grunted. “I'm this industry's newest megastar, you're just an also ran I eclipsed on my way to the toPPNNNGGHHHHH!”
Bridget interrupted with a Headbutt of her own and now they did break apart, each woman pressing a hand to their throbbing face while the other tended to the damage dealt by her foe's claw. The crowd, which had provided an increasingly enthused cacophony during the agonizing stalemate, abruptly broke out into a chant of 'SWEET DIS-AS-TER!' that threatened to shake the arena to its foundation. The sound of those idiots chanting for a woman she loathed drove Braddock into a shrieking Valkyrie rage that saw lash out with a Bitch Slap destined to shatter the challenger's jawNO! Stroud went low and wrapped her right arm across The Brat's chest. In the same instant she caught hold of Kat's waistband and raised it by a good six inches! No elbow strikes to interrupt this time, Bridget muscled Kat high into the air and laid out with extreme prejudice to THAWHAM the blonde against the deck with a massive Rocked Bottoms! Braddock's legs jolted up on impact and Stroud hooked 'em both tight, the challenger not above doling out a little humiliation by ensuring her enemy's be-wedgied backside was pointing straight into the lights while her reign ended easy as...
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Disbelief from those assembled when Kat twisted loose of the pin and flopped onto her belly with a whisper to spare! Bridget didn't quite believe it either, though she didn't bother to waste any breath checking on Castle's count. Instead she buried her hands in Braddock's battle-damp locks and hauled her to verticality. Just like that she hooked her left leg over Kat's left thigh and dipped beneath the blonde's right arm to secure her in an Abdominal Stretch!
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Braddock shrieked like a madwoman as she grabbed a huge handful of Bridget's hair and tried to make her escape. “GET OFF ME, BITCH!” she roared. “KEEP YOUR FUCKING HAND AWAY FROM MY AAAAAWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHD!”
Bridget did no such thing, indeed her eyes were aglow with triumph when she secured the Claw to Kat's gulping tummy! “GIVE!” Stroud screamed over her prey's wails. “GIVE IT UP KAT, DON'T MAKE ME TEAR A HOLE IN YOUR GUT!”
“NEVER!” Braddock bellowed, her defiant tone a stark contrast to her flushed face and watery eyes. “YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A CHAMPION! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Bridget jammed her index finger into The Brat's belly button and squeezed like she meant to remove quit by the fistful. “Keep telling me that.” Sweet Disaster hissed to the suffering champ. “I wanna know how long you can say it before you realize it's all bullshitTAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Desperate to find a way out of this gut-churning torture, Braddock reached over with her left hand and swatted at the challenger's talon until she was able to discern Stroud's thumb. Without really thinking about it she grabbed hold of the digit and pulled as hard as she could! The bright bolt of pain caused Bridget to cry out and loosen her grip, which in turn allowed Braddock to spin free of the submission! For a moment she thought about securing an Abdominal Stretch of her own but in the end she simply sent the brunette on her way with a hard two-handed shove. Bridget raced to the ropes but rather than turn she hopped up and landed on the second strand, Minnesota Wild sinking into a tense crouch in anticipation of-- “AAAARRRHHHH!”
Kat rushed in from behind and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked her claws down the challenger's back! That stopped the Springboard dead and gave Braddock all the time she needed to cinch a Bear Hug around the brunette's waist. In the next instant she dropped low and popped her hips to rip Bridget off the ropes and PLANT her halfway across the ring with a Release German Suplex!
BRATTY DISASTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnrZqXJradk
Stroud landed high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders, but there was enough momentum to roll her through to her knees, which was where she stayed until Kat stomped over and grabbed a double handful of hair. Stuffing Bridget's noggin between her thighs, Braddock secured another Waistlock only this time she upended the brunette and immediately sat out to THWHUNK the crown of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGHjpIE6CWg
Caught flush by the Sit-Out Piledriver, Bridget bounced free and slopped onto her side only for the former Quake to go for her hair instead of a cover. “Never take anything from me.” Kat snarled once she'd drawn Bridget into a Front Facelock. “I will give ya something though. This one's complements of the World Champion!” Draping the brunette's near arm over her shoulders, Braddock caught hold of Stroud's left leg in a snug cradle that she used to muscle the challenger's feet off the canvas. With Stroud's shins resting against the planes of her thighs, The Brat pivoted to make sure she was looking at the hard camera before she flung herself backward and THWHUNKED Bridget's forehead against the mat with a Kat Nap! Stroud seemed to crumple in on herself only to stretch out in slow motion once Braddock shoveled her onto her back. Despite the trio of concussive collisions administered back to back to back, Kat still pounced upon the brunette like she might kick out at any moment, Braddock making damned sure to snare both of Stroud's legs in a tight bundle as she folded her in half for the...
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Brat tossed those defeated legs aside, then planted a knee on Bridget's tummy and threw a pair of fists to the sky as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... KAT BRADDOCK!”
Ignoring the cacophony of boos, The Brat laid more than a little verbal smack on the lifeless features of the comatose climber.
“You aren’t dealing with a one and done, bitch,” Braddock informed the insensate brunette. “I’m making that bankrupt CEO’s reign look like the blink of an eye!”
The Quake dropped her palms to Bridget’s bosom to give a farewell squeeeeze then used them to push to her feet where the flaxen-haired fireplug demanded her hardware.
Castle retrieved and handed the belts toward Braddock, Kat snatching them from him.
Turning her attention back to the softly stirring victim at her feet, Braddock laid waste with stomp after stomp until finally rolling the carcass of Minnesota Wild off her stage.
Mounting the middle rope nearest the hard cam, Kat staring defiantly into the lens, she lifted the World Title with her right hand and the Lightweight belt with her left.
“Keep your mouth shut, Hackenschmidt! Or I might just come for yours, too!”
As the crowd jeered the arrogant Cali Quake, hurling more than a few raised middle fingers in her direction, Kat beamed, a young tigress ruling her jungle.
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The crowd gathered for Cold November Pain sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to gritty resilience in the face of tonight's opportunity, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight's row with her old nemesis and newly minted World Champion, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Nick Castle and offered her wrists and elbows for inspection.
“Remember 'em how they are now, Nick.” Bridget said with a smile. “By the time this match is over they'll be covered in blubbering blonde quitter!”
Finding nothing troubling in the challenger's pads and boots, Castle waved a hand toward the far corner and said, “Good luck to you, Bridget. Protect yourself out there.”
With her first challenger situated in the ring, a woman that gave the World Champion her most embarrassing loss, the lone remaining California Quake bounced on the balls of her feet behind the curtain, gaudy gold belt wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulder was another, the smaller Lightweight prize held tight.
“This is what you dreamed about,” Braddock mumbled to herself. “Now make it this bytch’s nightmare.”
A Richter scale rumble traversed the arena’s sound system and the anxious buzz of the FAWNatics transformed the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses gearing up for their new bratty Queen of the Hill.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transitioned to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
When the dazzling illumination subsided an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde was set center stage with a shit-eating ‘I’m a badass’ grin. Braddock raised the gold in her left hand and polishes the faceplate covering her plush abdomen with the right. The champ let the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers popped open and she glanced to her waist, slapping the hardware that proved she’s the best FAWN had to offer. Satisfied she’s made her point, the flaxen-haired fireplug strode down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who made their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The curvy Quake sashayed toward the battleground in her new booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
Kat’s gear (
and ( ). Reaching the ring, Kat gave her adversary a look of disdain before passing the steps and snatching a microphone off the Announcer’s table. Braddock moved to the apron and rolled in under the ropes, popping to her feet quickly to avoid any potential chicanery from the challenger.
Before the champ could provide her words of wisdom, the Announcer gave FAWN’s best her rightful introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds, she is your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste even more impressive now that Braddock’s ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
With her own microphone already in hand, The Brat raised the stick to her lips.
“Didn't I tell you fools I was too good for that farce of a former champ? I took that loser’s business and stuffed it down her throat. Dayna’s lucky I didn’t decide to go Chapter 11 on her ass and bankrupt her body for good.”
Kat absorbed the boos with a smile and waited for the roar to lower.
“And I wasn’t even pissed at the Executrix.”
Braddock turned to review her foe.
“This bytch I’ve got beef with. I’m going to make her hurt a long time before I make her quit.”
Bridget raised her right hand in the form of a claw and Kat’s face turned sour as a ‘YES’ chant filled the bowl.
“Yeah. Keep that shyt up and see where it gets you, Bridge. A bed at ORMC.”
Kat dropped the microphone and backpedaled angrily to her corner. She handed over both titles to a FAWN flunky and turned to face her first defense of the big belt, the Killer Quake snarling and ready to tame Minnesota Wild.
Bridget had entered her first World Title bout against the Executrix with a case of nerves the likes of which she hadn't felt since her earliest days not just in FAWN, but in professional wrestling itself. Tonight was a marked contrast, oh she was still feeling butterflies, it was after all, another chance to claim the very top of the industry mountain as her very own, but the woman across the ring was not the recently deposed Dayna Erza. In fact she was little more than a conniving Brat, a Brat that the Sweet Disaster had once punished so thoroughly that the former California Quake hadn't been able to answer a ten count at FAWN's biggest show of the year. Lips curling in a competitive smile when the bell finally CLANGED, Bridget instinctively curled her hands into a claws, the challenger feeling them dig deep into the blonde's tummy. “Get ready, Kitty.” she said softly. “I'm comin' to toss you off the mountain.”
Elsewhere, Kat Braddock watched the brunette with the expression of a psychic who didn't like what she was reading. Dark eyes narrowed in disgust, the blonde leaned back, set her elbows against the top rope and made a point of staying put even as Stroud closed the distance at a rapid pace. Bridget was more than halfway across the squared circle when Braddock dipped her upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes and pointed an accusatory finger at the challenger. “Check her hands, Castle!”she demanded. “Everyone in the locker room knows that cheap bitch puts some weird crap on her fingers to make her claw holds hurt more!”
Bridget stopped and raised one hand like she was offering the champ to a Test of Strength. “Why don't you come lock hands with me yourself and find out, baby?” she taunted. “You're not afraid I'm gonna dig the quit out of you that fast, are ya?”
Kat glowered, but didn't abandon her place in the corner. “I'm the World Champion, I'm NOT afraid of a cheating little shit like you and it is my RIGHT to ensure I get the fairest match possible during my defenses. I repeat, check her hands, Castle!”
Nick, who'd checked Stroud's boots and pads only moments prior and found nothing out of the ordinary was sorely tempted to deny the blonde's request, yet he knew Braddock would be infinitely more difficult to deal with if he openly defied her so early. To that end he nodded, strode over to Bridget and said, “Your hands, Bridget. If you'd be so kind.”
Minnesota Wild rolled her eyes, then did as bade, allowing the Senior Official to confirm that there was in fact no odd ointment or lineament that might-- Kat roared out of the corner at a dead run, the curvy blonde burning up some precious distance before Stroud recognized the sneak attack and yanked her wrists out of Castle's grip--“NNNNNGGHHHH!” Braddock joined her hands into a single fist and THWUMPED it against Bridget's sternum with a Polish Hammer that knocked the challenger to the deck in a heap!
POLISH HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoNJyNL1Eds
“HEY!” Nick rounded on Kat to issue a stern warning, alas the champ paid just enough attention to juke around him before unleashing several heavy stomps to the brunette's abdomen.
“You think you can hang with me, punk?” Braddock barked down at her adversary. “I'm the World Champ! The future of this industry! You're nothing but a reality-show asshole that doesn't know her own limits!”
Stroud sat up so Kat aimed a heel between her eyes only to curse in disgust when the challenger caught hold of her ankle. Bobbing in place, Braddock hunched down, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked Stroud's face against the laces of her boot and stamped down to raaaaaaake her face in extremely unpleasant fashion!
“Knock off those eye rakes, Kat!” Castle snapped at the champ. “Don't think you're going to get away with that cheap crap all night!”
“Oh, what are you gonna do, disqualify me?” Braddock mocked. “I'm so scared, whatever will I do?”
She didn't waste any time answering the question herself, Kat filled her hands with Bridget's hair and hauled her to her knees before smacking a Hip Check into her face that ensured the former mountain climber was nice and woozy when she hauled her to verticality a few heartbeats later. Doubling down on that hair-grip to ensure she had complete control over Stroud's noggin, Kat pointed her toward the corner she'd so recently occupied and rushed over to BOUNCE Bridget's forehead off the canvas-sheathed steel! Bridget's knees shimmied but she didn't go down, which was just fine with Braddock. It let her pound the taller wrestler's head three or four more times before she snuggled in behind and wedged her head beneath Stroud's left arm. Wrapping her right arm across Bridget's lower back, Kat placed her left hand against the brunette's rump and boosted her up onto her right shoulder, but instead of laying out for a Backdrop Suplex she stepped forward and slung Stroud down so her forehead BWUUUNGED against the top turnbuckle harder than ever!
BACKDROP TURNBUCKLE SMASH @ 00:28
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxIedQ8FD2Q
Bridget's head snapped back and she swung around in a half circle only to lose her balance and drop to her butt with an audible 'plop'. Kat observed her just long enough to confirm the loser wasn't gonna try to dip out of the ring, then she was off to the races, the little blonde dynamo peeling off a smooth curve to take her to the opposite corner where she did an about-face and came back even faster than she'd left. Still going top speed as the distance between them shrank, Braddock hopped up and twisted sideways to throw every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into a low-flying Crossbody that THAWHUMPED Stroud between a rock and a hard case!
CALI SANDWICH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic
Rolling away from the crushing impact without the slightest bit of concern, Kat came up on one knee, grabbed hold of the brunette's ankles and draaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle where she immediately claimed both legs in a Back Press that pointed Stroud's backside at the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Bridget kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO' in what Kat considered to be a brazen show of disrespect. “Oh, am I not hitting you hard enough?” Braddock grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Stroud to a seat and slapped her across the face just because she could. “Guess I'll just have to OOOFFFHH!”
Bridget balled her right hand into a fist and drove it deep into Kat's belly to drive a great bursting exhalation from her lips! “Have to shut up and fight?” Stroud muttered as she grabbed an answering handful of hair before stuffing another punch into the blonde's midsection. “Yeah, I'd love to see you try thaAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Furious at the encroachment, Kat wrenched Bridget's head back at an awkward angle and RAKED her across the eyes! “Think you can work me over!?” she barked over the angry warning of Nick Castle. “Think you're gonna make me quit again? No chance beeyotch, that was a FLUKE! Just like everything else about your so-called career!”
Bridget was too busy wiping her eyes to respond to the champ, so Kat hauled her to boot-leather, then slipped an arm between the challenger's thighs and 'hupped' her into position across the blonde's chest. Controlling Stroud with one hand between her shoulders and another atop her glutes, Kat treated the latter to a condescending pat as she told the FAWNatics, “This putz doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me! She's nothing but another sack of shit, just like you idiots!” Such an observation didn't endear Braddock to the Orlando faithful, though it did ensure they were nice and loud when Braddock hunkered down, then snapped back and down to hurl Bridget to the far side of the squared circle with a Fallaway Slam!
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNAuZBPU5_k
Sweet Disaster THWHAMMED down a little shy of the ropes, but residual momentum took her the rest of the way so rather than try for a pin Kat just tromped over there and delivered a few more Stomps before scraping Stroud off the mat by one wrist. Shouldering Bridget into the strands provided all the extra 'oomph' Braddock needed for an Irish Whip that sent the brunette barreling across the ring. The former Quake followed her out about halfway, then stopped only to burst forward with an explosive short-range Clothesline when Stroud came rushing ba-NO!
Bridget dipped low and kept right on going, forcing an exasperated Kat to whip around and give chase! Stroud came off the ropes at a flat run only to stop a little past center, the purple-clad battler twisting around for a better view as Braddock took to the skies with a Flying Crossbo— Bridget plucked the champ outta the air and soared through a gorgeous back-flip that culminated with her PLANTING Kat against the canvas with a Moonsault-augmented version of the very Fallaway Slam she'd endured moments prior! The impact bounced Kat to a seat, though no one was surprised when Bridget just shoved her down flat and stretched out across her chest, Minnesota Wild hooking the far leg in search of the...
MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAM @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5GWqymdjZc
ONE...
TWO...
Kat got a hand against Bridget's chin and shoved her way to a seat. “Sneaky bitch.” she grunted. “Get your ass offa NNNGGGHHH!”
Stroud CRAAACKED her blonde across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that put her right back on the deck. Rather than go for a cover, Bridget set her left knee atop Kat's chest, then raised both hands high overhead and brought them down with a resounding 'SMECK!' that was nevertheless swallowed by Braddock's wail of pain when Bridget sank ten terrible tines into that vulnerable belly!
“Give up, Kat!” Stroud shouted, her forearms thrumming with the effort she put into the Belly Claw. “Give up or pass out because you KNOW I won't let you go!”
The Brat responded with an inarticulate curse that, while certainly not a surrender, contained enough hurt to bring Nick Castle over to check on the suffering Californian. “What do you say, Kat? Need to give call it a night?”
A wincing Braddock shook her head 'no', eyelids clenched as her palms wrapped around Bridget’s wrists, trying to remove the talons. Kat writhed from side to side as Stroud’s digits sank deeper into her foe’s plush tummy, the hands of the mountain climber showing the strength used to cling to a sheer rock face.
“I need to hear it,” Castle informed when The Brat seemed unable to wriggle free and Kat mewled in further pain, her nightmare scenario becoming all too real.
“NO, YOU BASTARD. NO!”
Bridget clenched her fingers, trying to force the newly crowned World Champion to change her mind and Braddock howled in pain. She removed one hand from trying to pry a claw loose and used it to reach upward and turn Stroud’s face with an open-hand SMACK.
The brunette’s features returned with a cold stare. She pulled her tines free, laced those hands into a Double Axhandle, and POUNDED them into the midriff of the titleholder. Kat jackknifed around the impact, her eyes bulging, mouth agape. Still, she’s free from the torture that ruined her in their previous encounter. The Cali Quake rolled to her chest to save herself from more of the same.
Braddock pushed to all fours and tried to crawl toward the nearest ropes as Minnesota Wild rose to her feet, striding after the blonde.
“You’re not exactly Dayna, are you?” Bridget chided.
Stroud landed a stomp to the base of Kat’s spine and flattened the fireplug flat to the canvas. Braddock slithered onward, desperate to reach the outside for a break.
“With her I thought ‘how am I going to BEAT her?’ With you it’s ‘HOW am I going to beat her?”
Bridget grabbed an ankle and dragged Kat back to the middle despite Braddock clawing desperately at the canvas. She flipped the once-upon-a-time beach fighter to her back and dropped an elbow into Kat’s navel, a huge exhale bursting from between The Brat’s full lips. Braddock hugged her tummy, groaning and rocking from side to side, covering the pink indentations of Stroud’s previous claws.
“But I think we both know how I’m going to do that,” Bridget continued as she started to prize Kat’s arms from around her waist.
As Stroud did so, Kat managed to lift a knee into the chin of the challenger, snapping Bridget’s head back, the brunette left glassy-eyed on her haunches.
Braddock rolled to her chest and shuffled on hands and knees to the ropes, sliding beneath them and dropping to a stooped stance on the outside, rubbing at the welts on her abdomen. The crowd gave the World Champion an earful on her escape from Stroud.
Bridget, having shaken out a couple cobwebs, was on her feet and assessing. As Braddock appeared more interested in recovery than her whereabouts, Bridget took off on a sprint toward the cables, flying between the top and middle, PLOWING into the vertically-challenged blonde, right shoulder to chest.
Braddock went backpedaling into the steel barricade behind her, the base of Kat’s spine CLANKING into the unforgiving metal. She arched in pain, pressing her belly outward only to have a predatory Bridget NAIL her with a Side Kick to the midsection that had Kat doubling over and gurgling at the continued abuse.
Stroud dipped an arm between the thighs of the Cali Quake and ‘hupped’ Braddock across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She turned the champ, so Kat’s anxiety-filled face was pointed toward the roaring crowd, and popped The Brat off her shoulders, gut landing flush across the steel bar making up the top of the barrier.
Some snide fans in the front row patted the top of Kat’s dome, spitefully offering ‘encouragement’ as the blonde wretched from the ab-blasting impact.
Hearing the count from Castle growing behind her, Bridget peeled Braddock off the pole upon which she’s draped, drew the champ toward the ring, and stuffed her in under the bottom rope.
The youngest woman to climb Everest hopped to the apron and angles through the ropes, joining in another chase of a retreating Kat as Braddock crawled toward the opposite end of the squared circle.
Adding a dash of humiliation to the belly beatdown she was delivering, Stroud leapt into a Basement Dropkick to Kat’s backside. Braddock lurched forward, ending on her chest, reaching one hand back to massage her bruised glutes.
The beleaguered and belittled Brat turned to a seat and butt-scooted her way into a corner. She raised her palms forward, ‘washing windows’ in a plea for Stroud to stop.
Minnesota Wild turned to the FAWNatics for an answer and, when they affirmed she should continue to tear Kat apart, she shrugged and closed the gap between the grapplers.
Looming over the imploring blonde, Stroud reached for a handful of wavy, flaxen locks. But as her hand moved for the mane of her foe, a set of Braddock’s fingers latched onto the front rim of Bridget’s waistband. Kat wrenched her adversary forward and the brunette stumbled head-first into a collision with the middle buckle!
Stroud flopped away from the contact, while a harried Kat drew in several deep breaths, relieved the onslaught was upended. The Brat used the ropes to rise and reach Bridget with Sweet Disaster on hands and knees. Kat reared back and PUNTED her challenger in the ribs, sending Bridget barrel-rolling away from the blow.
“You really thought I was going to claw my way to the top, set up that idiot Amazon to take the fall, only to give the belt to you?” Kat sneered.
With Stroud back to all fours, Braddock sank her nails into Bridget’s scalp and pulled the brunette to her feet. As face to face as her short stature allowed, Kat pulled the former climber into a tight embrace, chest to chest, arms cinching around the base of her foe’s backbone.
The power packed into her fireplug frame was on display as she lifted a startled Stroud off the deck then dropped to a knee, RAMMING Bridget’s undercarriage atop the plank of her sturdy if abbreviated stem with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Bridget hopped in the air from the force to her crotch and tailbone, landing with knees knocking, frozen in place in front of a grinning Kat.
“That’s the best trick you got, kitty?” a wincing but defiant Stroud huffed.
The words raised the Quake’s eyebrows. She turned and sprinted to the far ropes, hitting them at full speed and returning at the same velocity. Unfortunately for the vast majority of the sellout crowd, the throbbing pain from below left Bridget momentarily immobile and, when The Brat lowers a shoulder, she’s able to SPEAR THE HOLY HELL out of Stroud. Bridget folded in half and was deposited roughly to the deck with a textbook, de-cleating tackle.
With the breathless and dazed Sweet Disaster laid out in a spreadeagle, Kat clambered atop her challenger in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Stroud kicked out, shoving a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side, it being her turn to wrap her abdomen in a cuddle.
Pleased with the way she'd shut the brunette up, Kat took a moment to tuck some loose hair behind her ears before she crooked both hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked Bridget's six from her shoulders to the small of her back! Stroud yowled and scrambled to all fours, it might've been all the way to her full height if Braddock hadn't snatched a double handful of hair and drove a Kneelift into the side of the challenger's skull. Bridget shuddered without abandoning her current position, so The Brat stood tall and treated the unworthy mouth-breathers to a brawny double bicep flex to ensure they were making plenty of noise when she hunched down and slipped her right arm across Bridget's chest while the left went between her thighs. The more salacious element among the audience whistled for a Claw of some kind, yet at the moment Kat kept her claws sheathed in favor of muscling Minnesota Wild up across her chest, Bridget's back bent awkwardly across Braddock's curves as the World Champion turned in a circle that showed her off to all four sides of the ring.
“You think this putz is good enough to hang with me?” she barked to the crowd. “The only reason she ever got LUCKY against me was because I was being held back by those losers Avery and Chrissy! But as even you idiots can see, now I've got the Big Belt... and all she's got are butterflies in her stomach! Kat yanked Bridget a little higher, then went up on tiptoes before dropping to one knee to THWHUMP Stroud tummy-first across the sturdy plank of her thigh!
Bridget retched and flopped on impact, alas she didn't find any relief because Braddock tightened her clamps and clambered back to boot-leather with the brunette still dangling in her clutches. Another Gutbuster was sorely tempting (especially considering the roiling in her own midsection was still far too strong for her liking) but The Brat hated to repeat herself so instead she lifted Stroud a little higher, then flipped her over in a single smooth motion and went down on one knee to THUNK the challenger's spine with a gorgeous Backbreaker! Bridget shivered from end to end, not that this inspired Kat to let her go. Indeed, the resurgent champion pressed one hand to the brunette's chin and the other to her right thigh so she could puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssshhhh the limber lovely into an agonizing 'U' shape!
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYvZ6QUfgg8
“Yeah, that's fucking right. Bend! Bend as far as you can!” Kat demanded of Stroud even as she bounced and jostled her planted knee to exacerbate the effect of the submission. “Bend until you think you're gonna break, then I'll see how far you can REALLY go!”
Braddock hadn't asked for a surrender and Stroud certainly hadn't offered one, but neither tempered Nick Castle's concern over the increasingly unpleasant angle of his charge's spine. Hunkering down beside the action, he said, “What do you say, Bridget? Need me to call it off? What do you say?”
Sweet Disaster raised her left hand and waggled an index finger 'no, no, no!' to ensure the Senior Official knew she was far from finished. That was enough to satisfy Nick, Kat however looked positively disgusted as she CRANKED down on both ends of the Backbreaker! “NNNNNGGAAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Bridget wailed as the former Quake tried to snap her in half.
This plea went ignored by Braddock, for the moment she only had eyes for Castle. “What the hell is with that soft touch shit, huh?” she scowled. “She's got me wriggling like a bug on a pin and you make me tell you no, but I'm actively breaking her in half and all she has to do is waggle a finger?”
Before Nick could rectify his mistake, Bridget huffed, “Yuuuhhh... ya know why he doesn't have to ask me, Kitty? Because he knows I'm not going to turn into a blubbering quitter as soon as I take some HHHHRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Furious at such brazen disrespect, Braddock moved her right hand from Bridget's thigh to her tummy, the pneumatic little blonde very deliberately jabbing the tip of her index finger deep into Stroud's navel! “ASK HER!” she almost screamed the demand at Castle. “I want to hear this piece of shit say she's had enough!”
“Do you submit, Bridget?” the ref asked. “Tell me something.”
“I don't submit!” she barked at once. “Especially not to sloppy little shortcut lovers like Kat BraddHHHRRRGGGH!”
Not about to endure any more sass from the suffering simpleton, Braddock jostled the Backbreaker one more time before she abruptly relinquished the Navel Spike and joined her hands into a Double Axehandle that she promptly buried in the pit of Bridget's stomach! Stroud coughed like she was about to expel an internal organ or two and since Kat didn't want ANY of that nastiness on her swanky World Champion's togs, she gripped the brunette at knee and shoulder and sent her flopping to the deck with a damp THUMP!
Bridget landed on her stomach and immediately tumbled to her back, just as Kat had hoped she would. Pushing to her feet like she had all the time in the world, Braddock backpedaled into the ropes where she bounced a few times to ensure the tension was up to her discriminating standards. Satisfied they were, the blonde exploded forward and raced across the ring for a headlong dive that brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down across the brunette's chest! Bridget's legs bounced up on impact so Kat hooked 'em both behind the knees and pulled tight so Nick could put an end to this farce as quick as...
ONE...
TWO...
Stroud kicked out just after 'TWO!', much to the champion's disgust. “Oh what, like you're too good to be my crash-pad?” Kat scoffed as she scrambled to boot-leather. “I don't fucking think so.”
To prove as much she helped herself to the challenger's left wrist and ankle and draaaaagged her into the middle of the squared circle. Once she was certain there was no way for the rock climbing loser to squirm her way to a rope break, Braddock discarded the seized limbs and moved into a standing straddle of her vulnerable adversary. Looking positively bored with all this nonsense, The Brat took a moment to smooth her hair back and adjust her distended tru-- Kat kicked both legs out and dropped straight down to THWHUMP a huge Butt Bomb onto Bridget's chest! Stroud's strong, coppery stems kicked up for the second time in less than a minute and just like before Kat couldn't help herself from latching on, the former Quake hooking her prey around the upper thighs so she could lean back on a particularly sturdy Reverse Matchbook. Showing off the brunette's rump would've been more than enough for most women, but then most women weren't the FAWN World Champion which is why Braddock flattened her hands into paddles and swatted out a cheeky nonsense beat on Stroud's glutes while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Bridget got her hands on Kat's backside and shoved her off to break the pin a little slower than the previous effort. “Oh, you wanna get handsy with me, loser?” Braddock scoffed as she hurried around to seize hold of the challenger's ankles. “I think it's finally time you learned a hard lesson!”
Using her handholds to tumble Stroud onto her stomach, The Brat wedged Bridget's right shin into the pit of her left knee before folding that leg over and bracing her own right shin against it to keep the gammy knot secure. Woozy, albeit no so far gone she didn't recognize trouble coming her way, Sweet Disaster gouged her fingers into the canvas and started to slide for---“YOU BITCH!” Stroud forgot all other threats when Kat hunkered down, grabbed hold of the challenger's waistband and yanked her briefs down to mid-thigh!
This salacious act of involuntary stripping earned cheers from all the wrong sorts, far more importantly, it caused Bridget to reach back in search of her retreating bottoms. She'd just put a finger on that bunched lycra when Braddock seized hold of her wrists and YANKED both arms up and back in a painful Surfboard! “You're not a mountain climber, Stroud!” the former Quake taunted as she did her best to pull the brunette's arms out of socket. “You're not even an obstacle to be conquered. You're just the dirt beneath my feet!”
“Duuuhhhh... dirt that beat you so badly you bawled in front of the whole wolNNNNGGGHHHH!”
BRATTY CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UOBp3vKf58
Kat redoubled those agonizing efforts, then raised her right leg and stamped down between the challenger's shoulders while simultaneously releasing her grip so Bridget THWHAMMED down flat on her face and chest! Cackling with glee as she rudely ground the sole of her boot into the nape of the challenger's neck, Braddock ended that humiliation only to unleash another, the curvy blonde rolling Bridget over so she could fold her in half with a Back Press that pointed those bare buns into the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud powered free of the pin and finally managed to return her trunks to the proper alignment, though she might've regretted the decision once Kat grabbed hold and raised them by several more inches with a commanding wedgie! “Get your ass up!” she barked. “I mean it, loser! Stand up before I pull this cheap shit over your heNNNGGGGHHH!”
Stroud put an end to the abuse with a pitiless Back Elbow that SMASHED off the bridge of the champion's nose! Eyes watering as she reeled back several steps, Braddock let out a vicious growl, then rushed forward and lashed out with a huge LariNOT TONIGHT! Stroud dipped low, went around behind and stuck her head beneath The Brat's left arm while also looping her right arm around Braddock's midsection. With her other hand braced against blonde buns, Bridget hoisted the Double Champ high into the air only to bring her down on one penitent knee in a classic Atomic Drop!
Kat yelped and shot onto tiptoe, her hands flying to her compressed buns until Bridget reached around with both hands and sank her claws into that plush midsection! “AWWWWW GAAAAHHH!” Kat glommed onto Bridget's wrists in a desperate effort to prize the challenger's tines loose. Alas, Bridget only squeezed a little tighter as she leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on Braddock's cheek.
“Got'cher tummy, honey!” Claim stated, Stroud dropped into a crouch and popped her hips, Minnesota Wild PLANTING Kat on the back of her head and shoulders with a Belly Claw augmented German Suplex! To make matters even worse she held the bridge, Stroud continuing to knead and grope while Nick swooped in to count...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock managed to tumble off a shoulder and onto her side, not that it released her from the climber’s iron grips. Stroud dug deeper into the lightly-tanned flesh, the champ’s dark eyes welling under the touch of the torturous clutching fingers.
Full lips quivering from the prolonged attack to her soft spot, The Brat bit down on the lower and stretched an abbreviated leg toward the nearby ropes, finally draping an ankle across the bottom cable.
“LEGGGO!” Kat howled.
“GET HER OFF!” she screamed, turning her voice toward the man in stripes, her demand of Bridget duly ignored.
After receiving no response from Stroud to his initial demand to break, Castle started his count and Sweet Disaster pulled her prongs free at ‘FOUR’. She gazed at her clenched digits with pride.
“And that’s without a manicure,” Stroud chuckled.
Braddock wrapped an arm around her stinging, roiling abdomen. She lifted the limb long enough to glance at the blossoming welts. She growled through clenched teeth, then swaddled her malleable midriff again. Using her free arm, Kat rose with the help of the ropes, Bridget waiting impatiently for Nick to open the door to a legal response.
Finding Castle too lenient for her tastes, Minnesota Wild set upon the flaxen-haired fireplug, grabbing a wrist and yanking Braddock away from the strands. Stroud wrapped the captured arm around the back of her neck and collected the champion around the waist then under a thigh, easily lifting Braddock high off the deck.
Appearing like a suplex was on the way, Bridget instead swung her foe forward, dropping to a knee and impaling her foe on the raised version dissecting the burning belly of the blonde with a Belly-to-Back Gutbuster.
BELLY TO BACK GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_CmswuOrQU
A gurgling Kat rolled off, collapsing to her back and Bridget’s instantly upon her again in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The willful Brat shoved a shoulder up to save herself from an ignominiously short reign. But with Stroud proving herself Kat Kryptonite again, the Cali Quake seemed lost on how to stop her challenger.
Not giving the titleholder a chance to figure things out, Stroud grabbed another wrist and hauled Braddock to her feet again. The tawny-skinned brunette whipped The Brat to the far ropes and followed behind, setting up in the middle as Kat rocketed back after the rebound.
Bridget dipped, pressing her palms into the Quake’s waistline, and heaved her foe into the stratosphere. When a flailing Kat descended, Bridget had a forearm loaded and NAILED the plummeting Braddock with a Pop Up Elbow Smash.
POP UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Kat crashed and burned to the deck, out cold, spread in a starfish. She gazed glassily at the rafters, unaware Stroud hovered over her with a predatory grin.
“Thank God for lumberjacks, eh champ? Course they’re not here to save ya today.”
Braddock was at a loss for snappy comebacks, staring blankly into space, not recognizing the words of the Sweet Disaster, nor even her presence.
Bridget pulled a barely there Braddock to rubbery legs and sidled beside. She wrapped an arm around Kat’s abundant chest and grabbed the back rim of her waistline, YANKING The Brat’s gear into a wedgie of epic proportions. With the grip tight, Stroud launched Braddock for her Rocked Bottoms, likely a prelude to one final set of claws that would have Kat crying for Chrissy and Avery, her support system long since betrayed.
But as Braddock was lifted for deposit, a well-timed elbow to the back of Bridget’s head freed The Brat and she landed as safely as her namesake spirit animal.
A startled Minnesota Wild turned to locate her lost adversary and found The Brat leaning back.
Kat swung her forehead forward, RAMMING it into the cleft of Bridget’s bosom, Braddock’s signature Heart Butt, a Headbutt version of the Heart Punch sending a momentary flutter through Stroud’s blood pumper and a shimmy through her suddenly flaccid stems.
With Sweet Disaster’s dark eyes crossing, the energized Kat unleashed a series of windmill slaps onto Bridget’s bosom, backing the wincing challenger into a corner under the barrage. Kicking one leg out from under Stroud as her foe leaned against the buckles, the Quake did likewise with the other, sending Bridget plopping to her derriere.
With the dazed Disaster lounging, a snarling Kat hustled to the opposite corner, slapped the top buckle, and returned at full speed, leaping into a flying Hip Check that SLAMMED the flank of her caboose into Stroud’s skull.
Enjoying the shell-shocked condition of her challenger, Kat grabbed Bridget by both ankles and dragged her to center stage. The blonde sank a set of talons into Bridget’s scalp and lifted the faltering Disaster to a seated position. With her grip still tight, Kat stood next to Stroud, pivoting so her cake was ready for force-feeding.
And Braddock did just that, buffeting Bridget’s features with her iconic Bratty Butt Bumpers.
BRATTY BUTT BUMPERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg
Thumping Bridget’s braincase time and time again with her lethal backside, the FAWNatics couldn't help but count along even with their distaste for the bratty champion. On the fifth, Kat gave the final thrust a little extra flair, Braddock releasing after an ass-tastic collision that left Bridget flat on her back.
With Stroud in a stupor, Kat positioned her challenger with legs wide, the tempting target pointed to the nearest set of buckles. The Brat strode to the buckles and climbed, Cheshire grin planted on Kat’s flawless features. Quickly occupying a penthouse perch, the blonde turned to face her target, the crowd pleading with Bridget to save herself.
But as Braddock launches, arms by her side, hard head leading the way on the descent, the California Quake looked ready to deliver The Big One, an earth-shaking Diving Headbutt to Bridget’s kitty from Kat.
THWAM!
The thick, meaty sound of skull to sweet spot didn't lie. Nor did a jerking, groaning Bridget, hands thrust between her thighs, trying to assuage the agonizing waves of pain pulsating from her pussy.
Signature destruction delivered, even a slight hiccup of a wobble when Kat pushed to her feet, couldn't keep the smile from Braddock’s full lips. Catching herself, she rattled out some cobwebs and points at the retching, turtling climber, the challenger put in her rightful place.
“Was that a lumberjack that put you in a world of pain, bytch? “Braddock shouted, “Or was that a World Champion who took all the repulsive tactics you have in your book and showed the world why I’m a champion and you’re a chump!”
A fevered Kat stomped a Minnesota mudhole out of Stroud, delivering boot leather to any unprotected body part she could find, leaving Bridget a steaming mess, Kat suddenly looking every bit the rightful Queen of the FAWN Mountain.
“You wanna see how we beat’em up on the beach, bytch?” Kat bellowed.
She peeled the brunette off the deck. The champ bullied her challenger to a corner, pressing Bridget deep into the buckles with a left arm wedged under Stroud’s chin.
With her free hand, it’s Kat’s turn to form a set of stilettos. The blonde sank hers into Minnesota Wild’s assets, squeezing supple spandex-covered flesh until the Breast Claw had Bridget chirping in pain.
“Go on Bridgey, grab the ropes and whimper for a break!” Braddock sneered as she alternated that white-knuckle grip from left to right and back again. “He'll scurry over, you'll get your count and everyone will know that, while you may have a strong grip...” Kat honed in on the brunette's left breast like she was attacking a stress ball, the blonde putting every bit of her frustration and anger into punishing the vulnerable flesh. “...my claws are SO MUCH SHARPER!”
Stroud had in fact glommed onto the top rope with every intention of calling out to the senior official, yet the hissing certainty of Kat's tone silenced the request before it could leave her lips. Locking eyes with the domineering World Champion, Bridget removed her hand from the rope and quite deliberately reached for Braddock's hair, a move the blonde made no attempt to avoid. She might've done differently if she'd known Minnesota Wild was going to flatten that hand into a paddle and tag her across the mouth with a slap that's very lightness made it all the more galling to the Brat. Smiling at the 'who do you think you are?' fury that bloomed in Kat's dark eyes, Bridget asked, “Your grip's just as soft as your tummy, Kitty.”
“BITCH!” Braddock pulled her left forearm away from Stroud's chin and reared back for a Haymaker that'd loosen the brunette's teeth, but Bridget had telegraphed the blonde's tempestuous reaction and made her pay for it with a scintillating backhand that CRACKED offa Kat's cheek! The Brat's head turned to one side before snapping back, her grip on the challenger's breast meaner than ever. Plunging her other hand into Stroud's dark hair in the span between heartbeats, she wrenched her head backward and stepped in close, forcing Sweet Disaster to feel every bit of the Quake that'd felled the Executrix.
“You're no match for me.” she hissed. “Never have been. Never will be. That's why there's gold around my waist and HHHRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!” Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics as Bridget curled one hand into a spade and buried it not in Braddock's welted belly, but in the center of those bratty blue trunks! Forced up on tiptoe by the nauseating strength of her foe's Crotch Claw, Kat continued to knead and grope even as the brunette twined her other hand into the champ's hair and started to push clear of the buckles!
“No rope breaks now, cutie.” Bridget growled as she enforced her pitiless will on Braddock's undercarriage. “You want out? You'll have to break my gr--”
Stroud's ultimatum dissolved into a pained gasp as Kat narrowed the focus of her claw to an eye-watering pincer! Dragging her nails across the brunette's scalp as she wrenched her head at an awkward angle, Braddock leaned in close, planted a kiss on the side of Stroud's neck and purred, “I can break your grip... or you... anytime I fucking wanhhhhrrrrggghhhhhhh!”
Shock and dismay from the bratty blonde when Bridget upped the ante on her own grip by turning it into a thumb and forefinger clamp, Braddock's womanhood protected by nothing more than the scantest sheathe of blue lyrca. “I... I can hold on longer than you, Kat.” Bridget rasped after blinking away the tears raised by Kat's talons. “I'll still be holding on after you've passed out and they've declared me the new World ChaNNNGGGHH!”
An awful flashback to 'Mania 2020 drove Braddock to yank her arch-rival into a short, brutal Headbutt that had both ladies seeing stars but didn't actually break either of their grips. “Yuuuhhh... you'll never pose over me again, bitch.” she grunted. “I'm this industry's newest megastar, you're just an also ran I eclipsed on my way to the toPPNNNGGHHHHH!”
Bridget interrupted with a Headbutt of her own and now they did break apart, each woman pressing a hand to their throbbing face while the other tended to the damage dealt by her foe's claw. The crowd, which had provided an increasingly enthused cacophony during the agonizing stalemate, abruptly broke out into a chant of 'SWEET DIS-AS-TER!' that threatened to shake the arena to its foundation. The sound of those idiots chanting for a woman she loathed drove Braddock into a shrieking Valkyrie rage that saw lash out with a Bitch Slap destined to shatter the challenger's jawNO! Stroud went low and wrapped her right arm across The Brat's chest. In the same instant she caught hold of Kat's waistband and raised it by a good six inches! No elbow strikes to interrupt this time, Bridget muscled Kat high into the air and laid out with extreme prejudice to THAWHAM the blonde against the deck with a massive Rocked Bottoms! Braddock's legs jolted up on impact and Stroud hooked 'em both tight, the challenger not above doling out a little humiliation by ensuring her enemy's be-wedgied backside was pointing straight into the lights while her reign ended easy as...
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Disbelief from those assembled when Kat twisted loose of the pin and flopped onto her belly with a whisper to spare! Bridget didn't quite believe it either, though she didn't bother to waste any breath checking on Castle's count. Instead she buried her hands in Braddock's battle-damp locks and hauled her to verticality. Just like that she hooked her left leg over Kat's left thigh and dipped beneath the blonde's right arm to secure her in an Abdominal Stretch!
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Braddock shrieked like a madwoman as she grabbed a huge handful of Bridget's hair and tried to make her escape. “GET OFF ME, BITCH!” she roared. “KEEP YOUR FUCKING HAND AWAY FROM MY AAAAAWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHD!”
Bridget did no such thing, indeed her eyes were aglow with triumph when she secured the Claw to Kat's gulping tummy! “GIVE!” Stroud screamed over her prey's wails. “GIVE IT UP KAT, DON'T MAKE ME TEAR A HOLE IN YOUR GUT!”
“NEVER!” Braddock bellowed, her defiant tone a stark contrast to her flushed face and watery eyes. “YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A CHAMPION! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Bridget jammed her index finger into The Brat's belly button and squeezed like she meant to remove quit by the fistful. “Keep telling me that.” Sweet Disaster hissed to the suffering champ. “I wanna know how long you can say it before you realize it's all bullshitTAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Desperate to find a way out of this gut-churning torture, Braddock reached over with her left hand and swatted at the challenger's talon until she was able to discern Stroud's thumb. Without really thinking about it she grabbed hold of the digit and pulled as hard as she could! The bright bolt of pain caused Bridget to cry out and loosen her grip, which in turn allowed Braddock to spin free of the submission! For a moment she thought about securing an Abdominal Stretch of her own but in the end she simply sent the brunette on her way with a hard two-handed shove. Bridget raced to the ropes but rather than turn she hopped up and landed on the second strand, Minnesota Wild sinking into a tense crouch in anticipation of-- “AAAARRRHHHH!”
Kat rushed in from behind and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked her claws down the challenger's back! That stopped the Springboard dead and gave Braddock all the time she needed to cinch a Bear Hug around the brunette's waist. In the next instant she dropped low and popped her hips to rip Bridget off the ropes and PLANT her halfway across the ring with a Release German Suplex!
BRATTY DISASTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnrZqXJradk
Stroud landed high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders, but there was enough momentum to roll her through to her knees, which was where she stayed until Kat stomped over and grabbed a double handful of hair. Stuffing Bridget's noggin between her thighs, Braddock secured another Waistlock only this time she upended the brunette and immediately sat out to THWHUNK the crown of her skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGHjpIE6CWg
Caught flush by the Sit-Out Piledriver, Bridget bounced free and slopped onto her side only for the former Quake to go for her hair instead of a cover. “Never take anything from me.” Kat snarled once she'd drawn Bridget into a Front Facelock. “I will give ya something though. This one's complements of the World Champion!” Draping the brunette's near arm over her shoulders, Braddock caught hold of Stroud's left leg in a snug cradle that she used to muscle the challenger's feet off the canvas. With Stroud's shins resting against the planes of her thighs, The Brat pivoted to make sure she was looking at the hard camera before she flung herself backward and THWHUNKED Bridget's forehead against the mat with a Kat Nap! Stroud seemed to crumple in on herself only to stretch out in slow motion once Braddock shoveled her onto her back. Despite the trio of concussive collisions administered back to back to back, Kat still pounced upon the brunette like she might kick out at any moment, Braddock making damned sure to snare both of Stroud's legs in a tight bundle as she folded her in half for the...
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Brat tossed those defeated legs aside, then planted a knee on Bridget's tummy and threw a pair of fists to the sky as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... KAT BRADDOCK!”
Ignoring the cacophony of boos, The Brat laid more than a little verbal smack on the lifeless features of the comatose climber.
“You aren’t dealing with a one and done, bitch,” Braddock informed the insensate brunette. “I’m making that bankrupt CEO’s reign look like the blink of an eye!”
The Quake dropped her palms to Bridget’s bosom to give a farewell squeeeeze then used them to push to her feet where the flaxen-haired fireplug demanded her hardware.
Castle retrieved and handed the belts toward Braddock, Kat snatching them from him.
Turning her attention back to the softly stirring victim at her feet, Braddock laid waste with stomp after stomp until finally rolling the carcass of Minnesota Wild off her stage.
Mounting the middle rope nearest the hard cam, Kat staring defiantly into the lens, she lifted the World Title with her right hand and the Lightweight belt with her left.
“Keep your mouth shut, Hackenschmidt! Or I might just come for yours, too!”
As the crowd jeered the arrogant Cali Quake, hurling more than a few raised middle fingers in her direction, Kat beamed, a young tigress ruling her jungle.