Post by hawkeye on Jan 9, 2023 0:41:32 GMT
With only the final battle for Season’s Beatings remaining, the crowd murmurs expectantly, waiting impatiently for arguably the biggest fight of the night.
A thin curtain away from joining them is Lisa Legend, finally freed from the specter of Adelaide Brewster, the Daughter of Darkness eliminated from her life via her pin of the bloody mess The Dream made of her Mania foe.
And now the Ultimate Image is ready to join the pantheon of Chrissy Daniel, Portia VanBuren and Susannah Burlingame as a three-time FAWN World Champion. Three seconds away against what many FAWNatics’ believed one of the weakest World Champions in the history of the organization.
Next to Lisa, an excited Miss Mustang hops nervously.
“I wish I could go,” Crofton grumbles. “Damn it. I want to be there.”
Dream pats Heather on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take care of business. One on one. That girl doesn’t have a friend in the world. In a way, I can respect that. We’ll meet up after the match and hit the town. The champ’ll get you a Shirley Temple.”
The Yellow Rose grins.
“Deal,” she offers in return.
The newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet as her iconic accompaniment begins to course through the arena, the crowd roaring to its feet.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
The assembled chant for the resurrected Ultimate Image, the no longer bad Dream having won them over.
“LEE-SA. LEE-SA!”
A single beam breaks the gloom. Their volume rises in a crescendo along with the stirring music. The industry icon appears, once more in the spotlight figuratively and literally.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene smile.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
LISA DREAM
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle sending a chill down the spine of every Dreamer, Lisa’s eerie grin in place, eerie in that it seems sincere. Dream nods to the cheers, comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps. Lisa halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation. She slips through the ropes and moves to the middle, bowing to the exalting crowd, the grandest grappler on the grandest stage.
Her iconic music fades and the ring announcer takes up his duties.
“Your next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Champuhhh…”
There’s a squeal of static and the announcer checks his microphone. He continues.
“Hailing from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection Lisuhhh…”
Another blast of feedback.
The beautiful, dark-haired Dream takes a seat on the top buckle of her corner appearing confused by the technical troubles until she hears a voice break through the din.
“Wait a damn second…”
A Richter scale rumble traverses the arena’s sound system and the anxious buzz of the FAWNatics transforms the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses letting loose on the new bratty Queen of the Hill.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
When the dazzling illumination subsides, an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde is center stage, but she’s quickly calling for the sound boys to cut her music.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Barely breaking stride, the buxom Brat skips her customary stance on the stage, instead heading directly for the squared circle, holding one piece of hardware over her right shoulder and FAWN’s biggest belt around her tanned tummy.
The flaxen-haired fireplug strides toward the title 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 gives Lisa Legend a look of disdain before passing the steps and snatching a microphone off the announcer’s table. Braddock moves to the apron, rolls in under the ropes, and pops to her feet.
“Hold on a damn second! No one said I’m putting up the World Title tonight.”
The throng forces every negative decibel from the lungs available.
“No…no…no. Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. Because let’s face it. This bytch doesn’t deserve a World Title opportunity.”
Again the crowd, Dreamers foremost among them, unleashes. But Braddock shouts over them with the help of her stick.
“And in that her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste even more impressive now with Braddock as ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
“Does it really matter?” the Cali Quake continues. “This woman was fighting when I was born. I’m going to end her like I did the Killer Wimp.”
Braddock turns to Dream.
“Bytch, you aren’t going to be anything but the Ultimate Loser when I’m done destroying you for my LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE!”
Kat tosses the stick aside and raises her sub-125 hardware. She moves to the ropes and hands it over, then unbuckles her World title and does the same before sauntering to the corner opposite a smirking Dream.
Lisa drops to the canvas and completes a few stretches before the bell tolls, bringing the title match, whichever title that may be, to order.
Blonde and brunette move to the middle and go chest to chest, Braddock jawing at Lisa, Dream taking it in with a grin.
“You know you got this gig because of what I do to so-called legends. You’re a prop,” the Quake informs, “and not even the perfect one. Kylie will always be my perfect plaything and I’ll finish her career on my own time.”
“Kylie’s not here. So take your best shot at me,” Dream responds.
She’s shoved on both shoulders, Braddock creating some space between them.
The blonde bully shoots a toe kick to Lisa’s abdomen, but The Dream catches around the ankle prior to impact. She holds the right leg aloft, forcing Kat to hop on her opposite number.
“The simple fact is, I don’t have to be perfect to beat you. Not even close,” the Ultimate Image adds.
She heaves Braddock’s leg back like a pendulum and the force proves enough to swing Kat off her remaining base, the champ landing flat on her face and chest. The cursing Kat presses both hands against her beak.
“You’re so dead,” Braddock snorts with a nasal tone, then pushing to hands and knees.
“I’ve been everything else,” Lisa says matter-of-factly, grabbing The Brat’s noggin with both hands and ‘helping’ the dual titleholder up the rest of the way.
Switching her grip to a wrist and shoulder, Dream pivots and sends Braddock off for the ride with an Irish Whip. Kat scurries to the far ropes and rebounds with Lisa stationed mid-ring. The challenger spins toward a heel kick to the bridge of Kat’s nose, but the fireplug blonde dips under and travels onto the next set of cables, throwing her curvy frame in hard to gather more speed.
As she approaches a turning Dream, Kat ducks a shoulder to ram her foe’s midriff through with a spear, but Lisa Legend still has the hops to leapfrog over and Braddock is soon bouncing off her third set of strands, coming back at Lisa yet again, only to be NAILED with the Spinning Heel Kick this time.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo )
The Brat’s spine and the back of her head hit hard, the flush impact enough to bounce the dazed Kat to a seated position, Braddock staring blankly into space. Meanwhile The Dream is up and on the move, racing to the ropes in front of Kat and plowing both boots of a low-rise dropkick into the abundant chest of the World and Lightweight champ.
With the blonde flattened, Lisa gets right to business, scrambling atop her splayed adversary in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for good measure and receiving the…
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TWO…
Kat kicks out with authority, pushing Dream up to her haunches. The redeemed vision in white, looking a very different personification of perfection, immediately hauls Braddock up to rubbery legs and heaves her Irish-style to the far corner.
Again, Kat’s placed on her horse and races headlong toward the buckles, turning at the last moment to crash into the corner back-first. Body rocked by the collision, The Brat leans in heavily and is quickly buried in an avalanche splash of perfect proportions by Dream, Lisa’s lithe frame BLASTING Kat beneath.
As the brunette bounces away, she raises her hands to the sound of adulation, something of which she’d always been deprived when focusing on telling people how flawless she is. Reaching the middle, she turns and races at her faltering foe, leaping and soaring again, this time delivering a harsh forearm shiver to Braddock’s jaw.
Apparently having fun guiding Kat around the ring, Lisa snatches the faltering champ’s left wrist again, ready to heave her to the opposite set of buckles. A step into her whip, Lisa finds the situation reversed by Braddock, Kat planting and pivoting to send the Ultimate Image sprinting.
But The Dream keeps control on her trip to the buckles, hopping to the middle ropes and launching blindly backward, trusting her veteran instincts to know she’ll find a charging Kat with her springboard back elbow.
Springboard Back Elbow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC4lyrKgw5w )
The shot sends Kat back-somersaulting in a flaccid flop to her chest. Lisa observes with satisfaction from her knees a few steps away. The Dream walks on them to her foe, but a tenacious Kat is up to all fours when she arrives.
With both combatants face-to-face, on their knees, Lisa pivots slightly and lands an echoing backhand chop to Kat’s chest. The wincing blonde fires back with an open-hand forward clap above Lisa’s more modest assets. Dream responds with another knife-edge and Braddock replies with another cracking slap from her arsenal.
Determined to take this skirmish, Lisa continues, the crowd now cheering and booing in turn as Dream connects, then Braddock.
Finally, Lisa precedes her tenth chop with a long lolly lick of her hand of choice and delivers a blistering chop that ends the conversation, Kat left folded, thighs on calves, shoulders to the canvas. Dream dives atop the champion in a full body pin, Braddock’s legs tucked beneath her for the…
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TWO…
The wriggling blonde edges a shoulder off the canvas before slap number three, rolling her body so her chest is flat to the canvas, her legs springing loose from their confinement.
The Brat crawls toward the ropes less than energetically, Lisa’s accumulating onslaught showing. It gives time for a risen Dream to latch onto the blonde’s left ankle before Braddock can exit under the bottom rope.
“Where are you going?” Lisa asks with a breathy chuckle. “Your prop’s not done yet.”
Dream drags the writhing Brat back to the middle before the champ finally kicks free, rises and staggers for sanctuary on the outside again. Lisa catches her target from behind, driving a lifted knee into the base of Kat’s vertebrae, Braddock falling to a kneeling position against the rubber-coated strands.
Opportunity knocking, Lisa turns and races to the opposite ropes, rebounds and bears down on the penitent blonde. Dream hops as she approaches, right leg extended to sail over Kat’s right shoulder so the Ultimate Image can get a little naughty and land atop the champ’s shoulders, driving her foe’s throat across the middle cable.
Alas, the concession to her former, leather-clad persona proves a mistake when the flaxen-haired fighter dives to the side and Lisa finds nothing but the rope, which drives deep between her parted stems, leaving a significant impression on The Dream’s undercarriage and nervous system.
Dark eyes bulging, jaw dropping in pain and surprise from the uncomfortable clash, Lisa pulls her right leg back within the confines as the risen titleholder heads for the opposite cables to gain momentum and add to her newfound advantage.
With Lisa turning inward, the charging Kat CRASHES a clothesline across The Dream’s clavicle, sending Lisa Legend backflipping over the ropes, first clattering across the apron, then collapsing against the thinly-padded concrete below.
Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Katrina Two-Belts leans over, observing the splattered veteran.
“Idiots,” she screams at the front rows. “Getting your hopes dashed. Look at that then look at me.”
The Brat fashions a double bicep pose, placing a smooch on each slightly bulging arm then gazes back at a rising Dream, a disoriented Lisa stumbling a few steps from the apron’s edge.
Kat slips between the ropes, gives the FAWNatics an FU raised-arm salute, and dives into a crossbody of the unsuspecting Dream, levelling Lisa and THWAPPING the spine and back of Lisa’s head against the arena floor, the many Dreamers in the crowd groaning in sympathy.
The flaxen-haired fireplug pushes off Lisa and stomps a mudhole out of the Ultimate Image to the great displeasure of the assembled, The Dream curling into a fetal ball from the abuse.
Hearing Castle’s count over her shoulder, Braddock turns to the official and holds up an index finger.
“Just a moment, jackass.”
The Brat scrapes a reeling Dream off the arena floor and leans her against the guardrail, dropping an arm of her foe over on each side. Backpedaling to the apron, Kat charges the few steps, throwing a blasting hip check into Dream’s chin, snapping her challenger’s head back with whiplash intensity.
Lisa puddles at Braddock’s feet, the beachfighter turned World and Lightweight Champion hovering over the legend and staring into the jeering masses. She raises her arms and spreads them wide.
“Lots of girls have SAID they’re going to end these old maids holding back the new generation. I’m actually f’ing doing it.”
Kat sinks a set of talons into Lisa’s scalp and pulls the rubbery Dream to her feet. She pivots and bum-rushes the brunette to the ring, throwing her in under the bottom rope, Lisa rolling to a stop and staring blankly to the lights above.
Kat chooses the ring steps as her entry point, sliding between the top and middle strands after reaching the top. She again sinks her nails into Lisa’s locks and pulls her adversary to a seated position, standing alongside the dazed Dream.
Shifting her hips forward, she swings her pelvis back, slamming her bountiful backside into the side of Lisa’s noggin. Clearly enjoying the rage from the fans at her humiliating Lisa Legend, Kat repeats the process a second time, then adds a hip-swiveling flourish to a third, the final blow knocking The Dream to the canvas.
Braddock parades around the ring taking a victory lap before returning to the splayed Ultimate Image. Showing her limited gymnastic ability, Kat pops to a handstand next to her foe. She spins 180 degrees so she’s facing her target and drops both knees into the open abdomen of her challenger.
Lisa jackknifes from being impaled, her dark eyes bulging as spasms into a momentary ‘V’ from the impact before receding to flat against the canvas. Kat pivots and scoots to a schoolgirl pin, her folded legs bracketing Lisa’s flawless features.
Kat stares down with a predatory grin as Castle counts the inevitable…
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TWO…
NO!
Lisa manages to shove a shoulder off the canvas and keep the hopes of her Dreamers alive, rolling to her chest to prevent another pin attempt.
But it offers Braddock another opportunity, the still kneeling blonde grabbing Lisa’s wrists and yanking violently, pulling Lisa’s torso off the mat. Kat kneels atop Dream’s calves and fashions a bow out of Lisa’s body. Leaning back, Braddock increases the pressure on The Dream’s spine, the face of the Ultimate Image pinched in pain. Dream yelps in anguish as the modified surfboard threatens to break her back and pull her arms out at the sockets.
“Whaddya say Lisa?” Castle asks, the official on one knee in front of the grimacing Dream.
The crowd attempts to answer for her with a “PLEASE DON’T TAP” chant. Lisa agrees, shaking her head vehemently.
As Castle pops to his feet, making it clear to the timekeeper the legend won’t submit, the frustration on Kat’s countenance grows. She transfers one of her grips from a wrist to the back of Lisa’s braincase and SLAMS her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Dream’s head bouncing ominously. Kat gives it a scornful slap.
“I already ended Shea and Chrissy’s careers and you’re not nearly what they were. Time to realize you’re the complete opposite of perfect.”
Lisa slithers along the canvas, trying to make space between herself and Braddock’s body. The Cali Quake shrugs in response.
“Yeah. Shea and Chrissy insisted I bury them as well.”
Kat rises and trails, capturing The Dream just before she reaches a corner. Braddock pulls Lisa to her feet and slips alongside. She dips her head beneath Dream’s left arm while slipping her right around the back of the brunette.
Braddock vaults the leaner Lisa high into the air and tosses her foe’s forehead into a crashing collision with the top buckle.
Backdrop Turnbuckle Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxIedQ8FD2Q ) :28
Dream’s head and body snap back, the Ultimate Image ending in a sprawl, gazing glassily into the rafters. Kat grabs the challenger’s wrists and tugs Lisa’s carcass out several steps. She kicks Lisa’s legs wide. The crowd groans, knowing what evil is coursing through the mind of their World and Lightweight Champion.
Kat climbs to the top and turns to face her bull’s eye everyone knowing the Cali Quake is about to deliver the Big One. She motions grandly to the cascade of boos, then leaps from her perch in a single file, arms pressed to her side, ready to deliver her signature head butt to the crotch from on high.
But Lisa has enough energy to slide back just out of range of the plummeting Brat, Kat RAMMING her skull into the unforgiving deck instead. With the bewildered Braddock left semi-conscious from her colossal mistake, Lisa grabs Kat’s head and pulls the blonde toward her reclined position.
With Lisa’s chin on her lap, Lisa’s lithe legs surround the champ’s braincase, The Dream ensnaring it a tight scissors. The increasing pressure and pain forces Kat out of her stupor but only to paw uselessly at Lisa’s constricting legs, The Brat’s face growing rosier by the second.
“Nobody’s perfect,” Dream grunts as she bears down, ready to leave Kat snoozing if she doesn’t tap out.
Lisa presses up on her palms to increase the intensity of her scissors and Kat’s frantic flails begin to lose their coordination and potency. It seems Kat’s run as dual champion, whichever she might be forced to cede, is at an end as her lids flutter, a line of spittle dribbling over her lower lip.
However, a last burst of adrenaline is found by the champ and her boot soles push against the canvas behind her allowing Braddock to roll Lisa onto her shoulders for the…
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Dream is forced to give up her scissors and roll to her side to avoid the pin. She scrambles to a knee to glance at Castle and he confirms it is only a ‘two’.
Turning her attention back to the champ, Lisa’s surprised to see the flaxen-haired fireplug pushing to her feet. She levels a right cross at Kat but Braddock blocks and lands a fist of her own, spinning Lisa’s head to the side. Shaking off the blow, The Dream sends another haymaker, but The Brat blocks again and returns fire. The Dream ducks under and snatches the head of the off-balance blonde, raising the stakes by dispatching her with a perfectly-executed Dreamy Cutter.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rxgsFQO3zI ) 4:46
Kat spasmodically flops to her back from the violent collision, the FAWNatics humming from the possibility of Braddock’s reign coming to an end.
Lisa scrambles to the demolished Quake and covers in a lateral press, hooking The Brat’s far leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Braddock breaks loose, shoving a shoulder up and pushing Dream to her haunches. As the tenacious Brat reaches a seated position, still somewhat dazed, Lisa takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds at full speed and sprints into a running knee strike she appropriately calls Nightmare on Dream Street.
Nightmare on Dream Street ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRLUnPhBIPk ) :21
The impact sends the titleholder back-somersaulting into a corner where she leans against the bottom buckle, seated in a stupor, the crowd’s volume continuing to grow as they can sense the perfect ending right around the corner.
The Dream strides to the blasted blonde, pulling Braddock to her feet then scooping beneath her foe’s thighs to vault Kat to a seat on the top buckle. Lisa deftly climbs the ropes beside Braddock, dangerously proceeding to a stance on the top cable then pulling Kat to her feet on the middle versions.
Clasping onto the blonde with a facelock, Dream goes for broke with her incredible Dream Destroyer, a Spanish Fly from the top.
Dream Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=opqIVdbEAdE ) :59
The flipping duo THUMP to the canvas in spectacular fashion, Kat taking the brunt on her spine, the crowd flipping in their own way with the stupendous, some might say perfect result.
Lisa dives atop the devastated champ in a crossbody pin to take her title(s) at…
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THRENOOO!
The spent blonde, unable to toss Lisa off, manages to drape a leg over the bottom rope to her left and the eagle-eyed Castle waves off the wild celebrations in the crowd, the Dreamers not noticing the subtle save.
Dream casts a glance at Nick, an understated reminder of the former Personification of Perfection in Lisa’s eyes moving Nick back a step or two in concern. But the flash is quickly gone and Lisa pushes to her feet, backing away a couple steps, allowing the champ to use the cables to pull to her feet.
With Kat vertical, Dream approaches to reclaim her foe, but as she does, Braddock latches onto Dream’s waistband and pulls her forward. When the curvy titleholder drops to her back, Lisa hurtles over the top, her throat CRASHING across the middle rope.
Lisa tumbles away, grasping at her reddening neck, breathing difficult, eyes watering. Meanwhile, a second wind enters Kat at the sight of the struggling Dream. She pushes to her feet and puts a boot to Lisa’s ribs with Dream on hands and knees. The brunette elevates from the impact, flinching upward from the blow. She swaddles her midriff with an arm and wraps the opposite palm around the ropes recently saving her adversary.
Kat no shows no compunction with ignoring Castle’s commitment to a legal match, shoving him aside to get at the Ultimate Image. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Braddock heaves Lisa to the opposite cables and follows to mid-ring where she sets up shop for Dream’s return.
A boomeranging Lisa leaps into a cross body block of the blonde, but the vertically-challenged Kat has enough strength to catch the willowy Dream across her chest, shaking her head at Lisa’s arrogance.
Braddock drops to a knee, sending Dream’s back BANGING across the plank of Kat’s upper right leg, Lisa’s vertebrae tested in an anguish-inducing manner. The Cali Quake moves her right palm to Lisa’s chin, the left to an ivory-skinned thigh and presses down on either side, only increasing the arch of Dream’s spine, Lisa yelping in pain from the backbreaker.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT-wXnlbPW4 ) 3:08
Castle hustles next to the overturned noggin of the brunette, asking loudly if Lisa wants to surrender, knowing he must break through the agony clouding the mind and eardrums of the bowed Lisa. Dream grunts out a fitful ‘no’, infuriating Braddock who removes the placement of her palms, laces them into an axhandle and THUMPS the joined fists into the open abs of The Dream.
Lisa retches as she spills off Kat’s stem, simultaneously covering her bruised midriff with one arm while reaching for her aching lower back with the other. Kat passes on a pin attempt, instead rising and reveling in her success and the futility of the FAWNatics.
Upping the humiliation of Lisa Legend, Kat moves to a kneeling, forward-facing straddle of the writhing Dream and plants a forearm shiver to Lisa’s jaw to minimize her squirming. She creates talons of her fingers and sinks them into Lisa’s modest bosom, squeezing to her heart’s content.
Beneath her, Lisa shrieks in pain, wriggling to find an escape but finding none from the dual breast claws. First, asking if the Ultimate Image wants to submit, Nick realizes her shoulders are pinned to the canvas by the claw holds and slaps the mat for the…
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Dream shows her determination, bridging off the deck even as Kat rides her elevated tummy, continuing to dig her digits into Lisa’s breasts. Braddock rises slightly off her mount and slams her bountiful backside into Dream’s slender belly, flattening her to the canvas once more. But Lisa bucks Braddock to the side before the blonde can re-settle and pries Kat’s claws off.
Champ and challenger scramble to their feet as best they’re able, Kat beating Lisa up by a half-second. Enough time for Braddock to pirouette into a discus clothesline Dream ducks under. When Kat spins through her full cycle, Lisa shoots a toe kick deep into the plush tummy of the blonde, doubling over The Brat, leaving her bent and breathless.
Sensing weakness, Lisa rushes to the ropes at Kat’s side, rebounds and raises her right arm, landing a clubbing blow to the back of Braddock’s skull, sending her careening to the canvas face-first, a victim of Lisa’s Dreamsicle.
The Ultimate Image drops to her knees next to the splattered Kat, rolls Braddock to a spreadeagle and plants her body tight across the curvy blonde in a lateral press, the veteran hooking the far leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Katrina Two-Belts is insistent on retaining her possession and throws a shoulder up to prevent the dreamy conclusion.
Lisa adds a slap of the mat of her own, frustration peeking through. She pulls Kat up as she rises, stuffing the blonde’s head between her sinewy thighs. Perhaps for payback for Kat’s claws, Lisa gets a bit cheeky, reaching down Braddock’s back and slipping fingers into the leg holes of Kat’s shiny blue gear.
Showing a hint of her former leather-clad self, Lisa YANKS up on The Brat’s spandex, causing the lycra to wedge deep between Braddock’s buns, Kat rising to tiptoes to relieve as much of the pain as she’s able. It’s not enough to prevent a loud squeak from the champ.
“YOU BYTCH!” the Quake shouts.
“Not as much as you deserve,” Dream responds passing on a Bittersweet Symphony.
Instead, she removes her fingers from the gear, collects Kat’s arms in underhooks then shifts her hands toward the pits of Kat’s knees, ready to lift and deposit Braddock’s braincase to the canvas-covered floorboards with a match-ending Fallen Angel.
Fallen Angel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p_Oi3Im-ME )
But before Lisa Legend can lock in her grips, Kat powers through, instead wrapping her arms around the back of Lisa’s alabaster thighs, vaulting her up and over with a back body drop that stays Kat’s execution and leaves The Dream arched in pain from the thumping landing on her spine.
A consumed Kat pushes past her growing fatigue, turning and collecting Dream by her shoulder-length, brown locks, then yanking the challenger to her feet. Face to face with The Dream, Braddock snatches Lisa’s left wrist with her right palm and bends the limb behind Dream’s back, clearing the way for Kat’s Heart Butt, the Quake’s quintessential take on a Heart Punch.
Braddock’s forehead BLASTS into the cleft of Lisa’s bosom, forcing Dream’s heart to lose its rhythm for a moment or two, Lisa’s eyes crossing, her legs turning to jelly.
And if one butt is good, two is apparently better, as the Cali beachfighter clotheslines the frozen brunette to the canvas, Lisa left splayed in a starfish in front of the nearby corner.
With her challenger already in position, Kat climbs to the top and turns, not hesitating for playtime with the jeering crowd. Instead, she launches, arms pressed tight to her sides and lands The Big One, the Quake CRUSHING Lisa’s accessible kitty with a ramming blow of nightmare proportions.
Lisa sits bolt upright, eyes rolling white, jaw dropped, hands flashing to her privates.
As a delighted Braddock rises to her knees, she watches with pleasure as Lisa curdles into a fetal ball, whimpering and moaning.
“Almost over, has been,” Kat growls.
The flaxen-haired fireplug hauls Dream to her feet, tugging the limp Lisa into a front facelock while tossing a flaccid arm of the challenger behind her neck.
The crowd understands the impending doom for Dream and pleads with Lisa to break free, but the Ultimate Image is hoisted into a cradled collection against Braddock’s chest and, after a moment to secure her grip and stance, Kat lays out and SPIKES Lisa’s skull into the deck with her lethal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy as Lisa tumbles to an unconscious spreadeagle. A resplendent Kat pushes to her feet and presses a boot sole to the previously mauled rack of Lisa Legend, then lifting her arms high and wide to accept the…
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THREEE!
Braddock revels in the Dreamers’ jeers, asking those in the front rows if she can drink their tears.
Kat plucks what’s left of Lisa off the canvas and leans her lifeless fame into a corner.
“This is a legend? This?”
The ring announcer interrupts with the official word.
“Your winner via pinfall and STILL the FAWN World and Lightweight champions, the California Quake, KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat takes Lisa by her back waistband and a handful of dark locks, then runs her to a set of ropes, heaving The Dream over.
With the ring claimed as hers and hers alone, she calls for a microphone, which is quickly tossed in her direction. The champ draws it to her lips.
“Shea, Chrissy, Lisa. I’m cleanin’ out all the old trash. But I’m not scared any of you bytches in your so-called prime. Anyone in the locker room. I’ll kick your ass, no questions sked.”
Kat drop the mic and continues to enjoy herself at the FAWNatics’ expense as the Pay-Per-View feed fades to black.
A thin curtain away from joining them is Lisa Legend, finally freed from the specter of Adelaide Brewster, the Daughter of Darkness eliminated from her life via her pin of the bloody mess The Dream made of her Mania foe.
And now the Ultimate Image is ready to join the pantheon of Chrissy Daniel, Portia VanBuren and Susannah Burlingame as a three-time FAWN World Champion. Three seconds away against what many FAWNatics’ believed one of the weakest World Champions in the history of the organization.
Next to Lisa, an excited Miss Mustang hops nervously.
“I wish I could go,” Crofton grumbles. “Damn it. I want to be there.”
Dream pats Heather on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take care of business. One on one. That girl doesn’t have a friend in the world. In a way, I can respect that. We’ll meet up after the match and hit the town. The champ’ll get you a Shirley Temple.”
The Yellow Rose grins.
“Deal,” she offers in return.
The newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet as her iconic accompaniment begins to course through the arena, the crowd roaring to its feet.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
The assembled chant for the resurrected Ultimate Image, the no longer bad Dream having won them over.
“LEE-SA. LEE-SA!”
A single beam breaks the gloom. Their volume rises in a crescendo along with the stirring music. The industry icon appears, once more in the spotlight figuratively and literally.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene smile.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
LISA DREAM
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle sending a chill down the spine of every Dreamer, Lisa’s eerie grin in place, eerie in that it seems sincere. Dream nods to the cheers, comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps. Lisa halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation. She slips through the ropes and moves to the middle, bowing to the exalting crowd, the grandest grappler on the grandest stage.
Her iconic music fades and the ring announcer takes up his duties.
“Your next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Champuhhh…”
There’s a squeal of static and the announcer checks his microphone. He continues.
“Hailing from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection Lisuhhh…”
Another blast of feedback.
The beautiful, dark-haired Dream takes a seat on the top buckle of her corner appearing confused by the technical troubles until she hears a voice break through the din.
“Wait a damn second…”
A Richter scale rumble traverses the arena’s sound system and the anxious buzz of the FAWNatics transforms the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses letting loose on the new bratty Queen of the Hill.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
When the dazzling illumination subsides, an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde is center stage, but she’s quickly calling for the sound boys to cut her music.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Barely breaking stride, the buxom Brat skips her customary stance on the stage, instead heading directly for the squared circle, holding one piece of hardware over her right shoulder and FAWN’s biggest belt around her tanned tummy.
The flaxen-haired fireplug strides toward the title 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 gives Lisa Legend a look of disdain before passing the steps and snatching a microphone off the announcer’s table. Braddock moves to the apron, rolls in under the ropes, and pops to her feet.
“Hold on a damn second! No one said I’m putting up the World Title tonight.”
The throng forces every negative decibel from the lungs available.
“No…no…no. Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship. Because let’s face it. This bytch doesn’t deserve a World Title opportunity.”
Again the crowd, Dreamers foremost among them, unleashes. But Braddock shouts over them with the help of her stick.
“And in that her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The Brat. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste even more impressive now with Braddock as ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
“Does it really matter?” the Cali Quake continues. “This woman was fighting when I was born. I’m going to end her like I did the Killer Wimp.”
Braddock turns to Dream.
“Bytch, you aren’t going to be anything but the Ultimate Loser when I’m done destroying you for my LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE!”
Kat tosses the stick aside and raises her sub-125 hardware. She moves to the ropes and hands it over, then unbuckles her World title and does the same before sauntering to the corner opposite a smirking Dream.
Lisa drops to the canvas and completes a few stretches before the bell tolls, bringing the title match, whichever title that may be, to order.
Blonde and brunette move to the middle and go chest to chest, Braddock jawing at Lisa, Dream taking it in with a grin.
“You know you got this gig because of what I do to so-called legends. You’re a prop,” the Quake informs, “and not even the perfect one. Kylie will always be my perfect plaything and I’ll finish her career on my own time.”
“Kylie’s not here. So take your best shot at me,” Dream responds.
She’s shoved on both shoulders, Braddock creating some space between them.
The blonde bully shoots a toe kick to Lisa’s abdomen, but The Dream catches around the ankle prior to impact. She holds the right leg aloft, forcing Kat to hop on her opposite number.
“The simple fact is, I don’t have to be perfect to beat you. Not even close,” the Ultimate Image adds.
She heaves Braddock’s leg back like a pendulum and the force proves enough to swing Kat off her remaining base, the champ landing flat on her face and chest. The cursing Kat presses both hands against her beak.
“You’re so dead,” Braddock snorts with a nasal tone, then pushing to hands and knees.
“I’ve been everything else,” Lisa says matter-of-factly, grabbing The Brat’s noggin with both hands and ‘helping’ the dual titleholder up the rest of the way.
Switching her grip to a wrist and shoulder, Dream pivots and sends Braddock off for the ride with an Irish Whip. Kat scurries to the far ropes and rebounds with Lisa stationed mid-ring. The challenger spins toward a heel kick to the bridge of Kat’s nose, but the fireplug blonde dips under and travels onto the next set of cables, throwing her curvy frame in hard to gather more speed.
As she approaches a turning Dream, Kat ducks a shoulder to ram her foe’s midriff through with a spear, but Lisa Legend still has the hops to leapfrog over and Braddock is soon bouncing off her third set of strands, coming back at Lisa yet again, only to be NAILED with the Spinning Heel Kick this time.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo )
The Brat’s spine and the back of her head hit hard, the flush impact enough to bounce the dazed Kat to a seated position, Braddock staring blankly into space. Meanwhile The Dream is up and on the move, racing to the ropes in front of Kat and plowing both boots of a low-rise dropkick into the abundant chest of the World and Lightweight champ.
With the blonde flattened, Lisa gets right to business, scrambling atop her splayed adversary in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for good measure and receiving the…
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Kat kicks out with authority, pushing Dream up to her haunches. The redeemed vision in white, looking a very different personification of perfection, immediately hauls Braddock up to rubbery legs and heaves her Irish-style to the far corner.
Again, Kat’s placed on her horse and races headlong toward the buckles, turning at the last moment to crash into the corner back-first. Body rocked by the collision, The Brat leans in heavily and is quickly buried in an avalanche splash of perfect proportions by Dream, Lisa’s lithe frame BLASTING Kat beneath.
As the brunette bounces away, she raises her hands to the sound of adulation, something of which she’d always been deprived when focusing on telling people how flawless she is. Reaching the middle, she turns and races at her faltering foe, leaping and soaring again, this time delivering a harsh forearm shiver to Braddock’s jaw.
Apparently having fun guiding Kat around the ring, Lisa snatches the faltering champ’s left wrist again, ready to heave her to the opposite set of buckles. A step into her whip, Lisa finds the situation reversed by Braddock, Kat planting and pivoting to send the Ultimate Image sprinting.
But The Dream keeps control on her trip to the buckles, hopping to the middle ropes and launching blindly backward, trusting her veteran instincts to know she’ll find a charging Kat with her springboard back elbow.
Springboard Back Elbow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC4lyrKgw5w )
The shot sends Kat back-somersaulting in a flaccid flop to her chest. Lisa observes with satisfaction from her knees a few steps away. The Dream walks on them to her foe, but a tenacious Kat is up to all fours when she arrives.
With both combatants face-to-face, on their knees, Lisa pivots slightly and lands an echoing backhand chop to Kat’s chest. The wincing blonde fires back with an open-hand forward clap above Lisa’s more modest assets. Dream responds with another knife-edge and Braddock replies with another cracking slap from her arsenal.
Determined to take this skirmish, Lisa continues, the crowd now cheering and booing in turn as Dream connects, then Braddock.
Finally, Lisa precedes her tenth chop with a long lolly lick of her hand of choice and delivers a blistering chop that ends the conversation, Kat left folded, thighs on calves, shoulders to the canvas. Dream dives atop the champion in a full body pin, Braddock’s legs tucked beneath her for the…
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The wriggling blonde edges a shoulder off the canvas before slap number three, rolling her body so her chest is flat to the canvas, her legs springing loose from their confinement.
The Brat crawls toward the ropes less than energetically, Lisa’s accumulating onslaught showing. It gives time for a risen Dream to latch onto the blonde’s left ankle before Braddock can exit under the bottom rope.
“Where are you going?” Lisa asks with a breathy chuckle. “Your prop’s not done yet.”
Dream drags the writhing Brat back to the middle before the champ finally kicks free, rises and staggers for sanctuary on the outside again. Lisa catches her target from behind, driving a lifted knee into the base of Kat’s vertebrae, Braddock falling to a kneeling position against the rubber-coated strands.
Opportunity knocking, Lisa turns and races to the opposite ropes, rebounds and bears down on the penitent blonde. Dream hops as she approaches, right leg extended to sail over Kat’s right shoulder so the Ultimate Image can get a little naughty and land atop the champ’s shoulders, driving her foe’s throat across the middle cable.
Alas, the concession to her former, leather-clad persona proves a mistake when the flaxen-haired fighter dives to the side and Lisa finds nothing but the rope, which drives deep between her parted stems, leaving a significant impression on The Dream’s undercarriage and nervous system.
Dark eyes bulging, jaw dropping in pain and surprise from the uncomfortable clash, Lisa pulls her right leg back within the confines as the risen titleholder heads for the opposite cables to gain momentum and add to her newfound advantage.
With Lisa turning inward, the charging Kat CRASHES a clothesline across The Dream’s clavicle, sending Lisa Legend backflipping over the ropes, first clattering across the apron, then collapsing against the thinly-padded concrete below.
Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Katrina Two-Belts leans over, observing the splattered veteran.
“Idiots,” she screams at the front rows. “Getting your hopes dashed. Look at that then look at me.”
The Brat fashions a double bicep pose, placing a smooch on each slightly bulging arm then gazes back at a rising Dream, a disoriented Lisa stumbling a few steps from the apron’s edge.
Kat slips between the ropes, gives the FAWNatics an FU raised-arm salute, and dives into a crossbody of the unsuspecting Dream, levelling Lisa and THWAPPING the spine and back of Lisa’s head against the arena floor, the many Dreamers in the crowd groaning in sympathy.
The flaxen-haired fireplug pushes off Lisa and stomps a mudhole out of the Ultimate Image to the great displeasure of the assembled, The Dream curling into a fetal ball from the abuse.
Hearing Castle’s count over her shoulder, Braddock turns to the official and holds up an index finger.
“Just a moment, jackass.”
The Brat scrapes a reeling Dream off the arena floor and leans her against the guardrail, dropping an arm of her foe over on each side. Backpedaling to the apron, Kat charges the few steps, throwing a blasting hip check into Dream’s chin, snapping her challenger’s head back with whiplash intensity.
Lisa puddles at Braddock’s feet, the beachfighter turned World and Lightweight Champion hovering over the legend and staring into the jeering masses. She raises her arms and spreads them wide.
“Lots of girls have SAID they’re going to end these old maids holding back the new generation. I’m actually f’ing doing it.”
Kat sinks a set of talons into Lisa’s scalp and pulls the rubbery Dream to her feet. She pivots and bum-rushes the brunette to the ring, throwing her in under the bottom rope, Lisa rolling to a stop and staring blankly to the lights above.
Kat chooses the ring steps as her entry point, sliding between the top and middle strands after reaching the top. She again sinks her nails into Lisa’s locks and pulls her adversary to a seated position, standing alongside the dazed Dream.
Shifting her hips forward, she swings her pelvis back, slamming her bountiful backside into the side of Lisa’s noggin. Clearly enjoying the rage from the fans at her humiliating Lisa Legend, Kat repeats the process a second time, then adds a hip-swiveling flourish to a third, the final blow knocking The Dream to the canvas.
Braddock parades around the ring taking a victory lap before returning to the splayed Ultimate Image. Showing her limited gymnastic ability, Kat pops to a handstand next to her foe. She spins 180 degrees so she’s facing her target and drops both knees into the open abdomen of her challenger.
Lisa jackknifes from being impaled, her dark eyes bulging as spasms into a momentary ‘V’ from the impact before receding to flat against the canvas. Kat pivots and scoots to a schoolgirl pin, her folded legs bracketing Lisa’s flawless features.
Kat stares down with a predatory grin as Castle counts the inevitable…
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NO!
Lisa manages to shove a shoulder off the canvas and keep the hopes of her Dreamers alive, rolling to her chest to prevent another pin attempt.
But it offers Braddock another opportunity, the still kneeling blonde grabbing Lisa’s wrists and yanking violently, pulling Lisa’s torso off the mat. Kat kneels atop Dream’s calves and fashions a bow out of Lisa’s body. Leaning back, Braddock increases the pressure on The Dream’s spine, the face of the Ultimate Image pinched in pain. Dream yelps in anguish as the modified surfboard threatens to break her back and pull her arms out at the sockets.
“Whaddya say Lisa?” Castle asks, the official on one knee in front of the grimacing Dream.
The crowd attempts to answer for her with a “PLEASE DON’T TAP” chant. Lisa agrees, shaking her head vehemently.
As Castle pops to his feet, making it clear to the timekeeper the legend won’t submit, the frustration on Kat’s countenance grows. She transfers one of her grips from a wrist to the back of Lisa’s braincase and SLAMS her face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Dream’s head bouncing ominously. Kat gives it a scornful slap.
“I already ended Shea and Chrissy’s careers and you’re not nearly what they were. Time to realize you’re the complete opposite of perfect.”
Lisa slithers along the canvas, trying to make space between herself and Braddock’s body. The Cali Quake shrugs in response.
“Yeah. Shea and Chrissy insisted I bury them as well.”
Kat rises and trails, capturing The Dream just before she reaches a corner. Braddock pulls Lisa to her feet and slips alongside. She dips her head beneath Dream’s left arm while slipping her right around the back of the brunette.
Braddock vaults the leaner Lisa high into the air and tosses her foe’s forehead into a crashing collision with the top buckle.
Backdrop Turnbuckle Smash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxIedQ8FD2Q ) :28
Dream’s head and body snap back, the Ultimate Image ending in a sprawl, gazing glassily into the rafters. Kat grabs the challenger’s wrists and tugs Lisa’s carcass out several steps. She kicks Lisa’s legs wide. The crowd groans, knowing what evil is coursing through the mind of their World and Lightweight Champion.
Kat climbs to the top and turns to face her bull’s eye everyone knowing the Cali Quake is about to deliver the Big One. She motions grandly to the cascade of boos, then leaps from her perch in a single file, arms pressed to her side, ready to deliver her signature head butt to the crotch from on high.
But Lisa has enough energy to slide back just out of range of the plummeting Brat, Kat RAMMING her skull into the unforgiving deck instead. With the bewildered Braddock left semi-conscious from her colossal mistake, Lisa grabs Kat’s head and pulls the blonde toward her reclined position.
With Lisa’s chin on her lap, Lisa’s lithe legs surround the champ’s braincase, The Dream ensnaring it a tight scissors. The increasing pressure and pain forces Kat out of her stupor but only to paw uselessly at Lisa’s constricting legs, The Brat’s face growing rosier by the second.
“Nobody’s perfect,” Dream grunts as she bears down, ready to leave Kat snoozing if she doesn’t tap out.
Lisa presses up on her palms to increase the intensity of her scissors and Kat’s frantic flails begin to lose their coordination and potency. It seems Kat’s run as dual champion, whichever she might be forced to cede, is at an end as her lids flutter, a line of spittle dribbling over her lower lip.
However, a last burst of adrenaline is found by the champ and her boot soles push against the canvas behind her allowing Braddock to roll Lisa onto her shoulders for the…
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Dream is forced to give up her scissors and roll to her side to avoid the pin. She scrambles to a knee to glance at Castle and he confirms it is only a ‘two’.
Turning her attention back to the champ, Lisa’s surprised to see the flaxen-haired fireplug pushing to her feet. She levels a right cross at Kat but Braddock blocks and lands a fist of her own, spinning Lisa’s head to the side. Shaking off the blow, The Dream sends another haymaker, but The Brat blocks again and returns fire. The Dream ducks under and snatches the head of the off-balance blonde, raising the stakes by dispatching her with a perfectly-executed Dreamy Cutter.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rxgsFQO3zI ) 4:46
Kat spasmodically flops to her back from the violent collision, the FAWNatics humming from the possibility of Braddock’s reign coming to an end.
Lisa scrambles to the demolished Quake and covers in a lateral press, hooking The Brat’s far leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Braddock breaks loose, shoving a shoulder up and pushing Dream to her haunches. As the tenacious Brat reaches a seated position, still somewhat dazed, Lisa takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds at full speed and sprints into a running knee strike she appropriately calls Nightmare on Dream Street.
Nightmare on Dream Street ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRLUnPhBIPk ) :21
The impact sends the titleholder back-somersaulting into a corner where she leans against the bottom buckle, seated in a stupor, the crowd’s volume continuing to grow as they can sense the perfect ending right around the corner.
The Dream strides to the blasted blonde, pulling Braddock to her feet then scooping beneath her foe’s thighs to vault Kat to a seat on the top buckle. Lisa deftly climbs the ropes beside Braddock, dangerously proceeding to a stance on the top cable then pulling Kat to her feet on the middle versions.
Clasping onto the blonde with a facelock, Dream goes for broke with her incredible Dream Destroyer, a Spanish Fly from the top.
Dream Destroyer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=opqIVdbEAdE ) :59
The flipping duo THUMP to the canvas in spectacular fashion, Kat taking the brunt on her spine, the crowd flipping in their own way with the stupendous, some might say perfect result.
Lisa dives atop the devastated champ in a crossbody pin to take her title(s) at…
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THRENOOO!
The spent blonde, unable to toss Lisa off, manages to drape a leg over the bottom rope to her left and the eagle-eyed Castle waves off the wild celebrations in the crowd, the Dreamers not noticing the subtle save.
Dream casts a glance at Nick, an understated reminder of the former Personification of Perfection in Lisa’s eyes moving Nick back a step or two in concern. But the flash is quickly gone and Lisa pushes to her feet, backing away a couple steps, allowing the champ to use the cables to pull to her feet.
With Kat vertical, Dream approaches to reclaim her foe, but as she does, Braddock latches onto Dream’s waistband and pulls her forward. When the curvy titleholder drops to her back, Lisa hurtles over the top, her throat CRASHING across the middle rope.
Lisa tumbles away, grasping at her reddening neck, breathing difficult, eyes watering. Meanwhile, a second wind enters Kat at the sight of the struggling Dream. She pushes to her feet and puts a boot to Lisa’s ribs with Dream on hands and knees. The brunette elevates from the impact, flinching upward from the blow. She swaddles her midriff with an arm and wraps the opposite palm around the ropes recently saving her adversary.
Kat no shows no compunction with ignoring Castle’s commitment to a legal match, shoving him aside to get at the Ultimate Image. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Braddock heaves Lisa to the opposite cables and follows to mid-ring where she sets up shop for Dream’s return.
A boomeranging Lisa leaps into a cross body block of the blonde, but the vertically-challenged Kat has enough strength to catch the willowy Dream across her chest, shaking her head at Lisa’s arrogance.
Braddock drops to a knee, sending Dream’s back BANGING across the plank of Kat’s upper right leg, Lisa’s vertebrae tested in an anguish-inducing manner. The Cali Quake moves her right palm to Lisa’s chin, the left to an ivory-skinned thigh and presses down on either side, only increasing the arch of Dream’s spine, Lisa yelping in pain from the backbreaker.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT-wXnlbPW4 ) 3:08
Castle hustles next to the overturned noggin of the brunette, asking loudly if Lisa wants to surrender, knowing he must break through the agony clouding the mind and eardrums of the bowed Lisa. Dream grunts out a fitful ‘no’, infuriating Braddock who removes the placement of her palms, laces them into an axhandle and THUMPS the joined fists into the open abs of The Dream.
Lisa retches as she spills off Kat’s stem, simultaneously covering her bruised midriff with one arm while reaching for her aching lower back with the other. Kat passes on a pin attempt, instead rising and reveling in her success and the futility of the FAWNatics.
Upping the humiliation of Lisa Legend, Kat moves to a kneeling, forward-facing straddle of the writhing Dream and plants a forearm shiver to Lisa’s jaw to minimize her squirming. She creates talons of her fingers and sinks them into Lisa’s modest bosom, squeezing to her heart’s content.
Beneath her, Lisa shrieks in pain, wriggling to find an escape but finding none from the dual breast claws. First, asking if the Ultimate Image wants to submit, Nick realizes her shoulders are pinned to the canvas by the claw holds and slaps the mat for the…
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Dream shows her determination, bridging off the deck even as Kat rides her elevated tummy, continuing to dig her digits into Lisa’s breasts. Braddock rises slightly off her mount and slams her bountiful backside into Dream’s slender belly, flattening her to the canvas once more. But Lisa bucks Braddock to the side before the blonde can re-settle and pries Kat’s claws off.
Champ and challenger scramble to their feet as best they’re able, Kat beating Lisa up by a half-second. Enough time for Braddock to pirouette into a discus clothesline Dream ducks under. When Kat spins through her full cycle, Lisa shoots a toe kick deep into the plush tummy of the blonde, doubling over The Brat, leaving her bent and breathless.
Sensing weakness, Lisa rushes to the ropes at Kat’s side, rebounds and raises her right arm, landing a clubbing blow to the back of Braddock’s skull, sending her careening to the canvas face-first, a victim of Lisa’s Dreamsicle.
The Ultimate Image drops to her knees next to the splattered Kat, rolls Braddock to a spreadeagle and plants her body tight across the curvy blonde in a lateral press, the veteran hooking the far leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Katrina Two-Belts is insistent on retaining her possession and throws a shoulder up to prevent the dreamy conclusion.
Lisa adds a slap of the mat of her own, frustration peeking through. She pulls Kat up as she rises, stuffing the blonde’s head between her sinewy thighs. Perhaps for payback for Kat’s claws, Lisa gets a bit cheeky, reaching down Braddock’s back and slipping fingers into the leg holes of Kat’s shiny blue gear.
Showing a hint of her former leather-clad self, Lisa YANKS up on The Brat’s spandex, causing the lycra to wedge deep between Braddock’s buns, Kat rising to tiptoes to relieve as much of the pain as she’s able. It’s not enough to prevent a loud squeak from the champ.
“YOU BYTCH!” the Quake shouts.
“Not as much as you deserve,” Dream responds passing on a Bittersweet Symphony.
Instead, she removes her fingers from the gear, collects Kat’s arms in underhooks then shifts her hands toward the pits of Kat’s knees, ready to lift and deposit Braddock’s braincase to the canvas-covered floorboards with a match-ending Fallen Angel.
Fallen Angel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p_Oi3Im-ME )
But before Lisa Legend can lock in her grips, Kat powers through, instead wrapping her arms around the back of Lisa’s alabaster thighs, vaulting her up and over with a back body drop that stays Kat’s execution and leaves The Dream arched in pain from the thumping landing on her spine.
A consumed Kat pushes past her growing fatigue, turning and collecting Dream by her shoulder-length, brown locks, then yanking the challenger to her feet. Face to face with The Dream, Braddock snatches Lisa’s left wrist with her right palm and bends the limb behind Dream’s back, clearing the way for Kat’s Heart Butt, the Quake’s quintessential take on a Heart Punch.
Braddock’s forehead BLASTS into the cleft of Lisa’s bosom, forcing Dream’s heart to lose its rhythm for a moment or two, Lisa’s eyes crossing, her legs turning to jelly.
And if one butt is good, two is apparently better, as the Cali beachfighter clotheslines the frozen brunette to the canvas, Lisa left splayed in a starfish in front of the nearby corner.
With her challenger already in position, Kat climbs to the top and turns, not hesitating for playtime with the jeering crowd. Instead, she launches, arms pressed tight to her sides and lands The Big One, the Quake CRUSHING Lisa’s accessible kitty with a ramming blow of nightmare proportions.
Lisa sits bolt upright, eyes rolling white, jaw dropped, hands flashing to her privates.
As a delighted Braddock rises to her knees, she watches with pleasure as Lisa curdles into a fetal ball, whimpering and moaning.
“Almost over, has been,” Kat growls.
The flaxen-haired fireplug hauls Dream to her feet, tugging the limp Lisa into a front facelock while tossing a flaccid arm of the challenger behind her neck.
The crowd understands the impending doom for Dream and pleads with Lisa to break free, but the Ultimate Image is hoisted into a cradled collection against Braddock’s chest and, after a moment to secure her grip and stance, Kat lays out and SPIKES Lisa’s skull into the deck with her lethal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy as Lisa tumbles to an unconscious spreadeagle. A resplendent Kat pushes to her feet and presses a boot sole to the previously mauled rack of Lisa Legend, then lifting her arms high and wide to accept the…
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THREEE!
Braddock revels in the Dreamers’ jeers, asking those in the front rows if she can drink their tears.
Kat plucks what’s left of Lisa off the canvas and leans her lifeless fame into a corner.
“This is a legend? This?”
The ring announcer interrupts with the official word.
“Your winner via pinfall and STILL the FAWN World and Lightweight champions, the California Quake, KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat takes Lisa by her back waistband and a handful of dark locks, then runs her to a set of ropes, heaving The Dream over.
With the ring claimed as hers and hers alone, she calls for a microphone, which is quickly tossed in her direction. The champ draws it to her lips.
“Shea, Chrissy, Lisa. I’m cleanin’ out all the old trash. But I’m not scared any of you bytches in your so-called prime. Anyone in the locker room. I’ll kick your ass, no questions sked.”
Kat drop the mic and continues to enjoy herself at the FAWNatics’ expense as the Pay-Per-View feed fades to black.