Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2023 2:18:14 GMT
Standing before the curtains, Sammie fidgets nervously. She’s been gone from the Pay-Pre-View scene for a long while and to be thrust to the spotlight match for a chance at the big belt makes her feel a bit nauseous…but in a good way.
Perfectly petite, the Brit closes her eyes and focuses on the result that would make her the World Champion at long last. Surely Kat chose her because of her marquee value and the rust that might be in place from her hiatus in the biggest of matches, but The Brat would find another thing coming.
Sinclair inhales deeply, holding it as she opens her eyes, then exhales, Samantha ready to provide the Legionnaires the shock of their lives.
The murmur of the FAWNatics rises as the lights dim, the volume then exploding with excitement when…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…bursts to life over the loud speakers, it becoming crystal clear the People’s Princess is getting a chance to sit atop the mountain as FAWN’s World Champion.
And true to the accompaniment, Samantha Sinclair sets foot on stage to an ear-splitting ovation. The Perfectly Petite Brit moves to the center.
She smiles, bright and true, throwing her arms into the air, FAWN’s Favorite Girl Next Door standing before them.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR:
As caught up in the moment as her supporters, Sammie wiggles her fingers up on high before bringing her hands together, the Loyalists in attendance following her example as they collectively clapped…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…before she points dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrotechnics exploding to either side of her to add an exclamation point to her declaration!
With the crowd now suitably in full voice, the Upstart Supreme shoots off down the ramp at a spirited pace, darting left and right at irregular intervals, intuition guiding her to those in most need of a little love, delivering short hugs to make their evenings.
Soon enough, the squared circle is mere yards before her and she accelerates at a sprint, leaping the final distance and springing her lithe physique onto the apron. Riding the momentum, she grasps the top ropes and cleanly vaults over the uppermost coil, landing lightly before she marches to mid-ring.
Clad in her iconic yellow/gold lyrca top and shorts with blue highlights, a pair of calf high, sapphire boots and matching sapphire gloves included, Sammie breathes deeply, beaming as she bites down on her bottom lip and saluting the FAWNatics one last time before moving to her corner, her music fading as the announcer makes tonight’s World title challenger official.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! First, from Nottingham, England, standing five feet and four inches tall and weighing in at 110 pounds. The GOLDEN GIRL…SAMANTHA SINCLAIR!”
The crowd loses their collective shit, hardly able to believe their eyes and their luck they would be in attendance when the Upstart Supreme rocks the California Quake and ends the night as FAWN’s Number One.
A Richter scale rumble traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses letting loose on the 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 brilliance subsides, an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde is center stage, a shit-eating ‘I’m a badass’ grin firmly in place. Braddock raises the World gold in her left hand and polishes the Lightweight faceplate covering her plush abdomen with the right. The champ lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers pop open and she glances to her waist, then above, showcasing the hardware proving she’s the best FAWN has to offer. Satisfied she’s made her point, the flaxen-haired fireplug strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The buxom Brat arrives ringside 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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Kat gives the Ultimate Upstart 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.
“Another night…another legend destroyed, though this little pooch of a British bulldog barely qualifies.”
The throng forces every negative decibel from the lungs available.
“Since I put only my lightweight title on the line against that defeated Dream, I’m contractually obligated to put the World title within sweet Sammie’s reach. To bad she doesn’t have nearly the quality to make her reign a reality.”
Again the crowd, Legionnaires foremost among them, unleashes. Braddock shakes her head and tosses her stick aside, allowing the ring announcer to fight the volume of the fans.
“And 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 proclaimed ‘Katrina Two-Belts’.
Kat turns to Sammie.
“I brought you here to make a point and it won’t take me long to make it.”
The Brat moves to the ropes and hands over her sets of hardware, then saunters to the corner opposite a bouncing People’s Princess, both combatants ready when the bell brings the match to order.
Adrenaline coursing, Sinclair is out like a shot, racing across the canvas. Kat barely gets three steps out of her corner before Sammie leaps into a dropkick, catching Braddock flush in the chest, sending the champion backpedaling from where she came, back THUMPING against the buckles.
The Loyalist Legionnaires rise as the Best Brit Ever kips to her feet and climbs to the middle ropes in front of the World Champion. Sinclair folds a right fist and pounds away on the forehead of her foe, the FAWNatics gleefully counting along to the requisite ‘TEN’ that the Upstart Supreme ends with a flourish and an extra big slug to the noggin.
Sinclair hops down from her perch in front of a staggered Brat, Braddock clearly not prepared for such a fast start from the face-iest of faces. Sammie snatches the buxom blonde’s left wrist and heaves her with an Irish Whip, Kat sprinting across the canvas and turning into a heavy back-first collision with the far corner.
Sinclair is immediately on her horse, or considering Sammie’s size, her pony. She damn near flies across the mat and, from a few feet out, leaps into a super Sammie Splash, an avalanche of petite proportions CRASHING against the similarly vertically-challenged but plusher, flaxen-haired fireplug.
Kat drunkenly stumbles out of the corner, rocked by the intensity of her challenger. She reaches several steps away before her legs give out and she takes a header to the thinly-covered plywood. Absently, Kat rolls to her back, staring blankly at the lights above, likely wondering what’s happening.
And what is? Sinclair climbing the buckles from which The Brat has been ejected. Sammie clambers to the top and turns with the ease of the legendary aerialist she is. Raising her arms high and wide, the Golden Girl enjoys a moment with her legion of fans, then launches into the Sammie stratosphere. At her zenith, Sinclair balls in a tight tuck then expands wide, into an adorable gold-and-blue Froggie that SPLASHES across the tanned tummy of the California Quake.
The mat shudders with the force of the descent, Kat groaning as her belly is blasted by the rampaging challenger. Sinclair, having bounced to all fours above her adversary, grabs Kat’s far leg and pivots to a back press pin, cradling Braddock onto her shoulders where Kat is stacked for an incredible…
ONE…
TWO…
Kat kicks loose, flopping to a shoulder and hip while a grinning Sammie is seated next to her, holding a thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart, the crowd agreeing on how close the People’s Princess was from becoming the People’s Queen.
With enough senses to realize she’s being overrun by the Upstart, Kat rolls out under the bottom rope. Disheveled and aching, Braddock waves off the ring’s occupants and calls for her belts to be delivered to her.
She’d had enough!
A FAWN flunky, perhaps seeking favor, does as told and, with a belt over each shoulder, Kat heads for the exit. She reaches the base of the ramp when her journey is halted, Sinclair grabbing Braddock by a wrist and the scruff of her neck.
“I’ve waited too long,” Sammie informs the grimacing Brat. “You’re not about to poop this party.”
Sinclair turns and ‘escorts’ Kat back to the ring, the gold and leather of each strap tumbling to the floor as the women reach the apron’s edge when Braddock swings an elbow and catches Sammie between the eyes just as Sinclair is about to heave her foe back in.
The Cali Quake grabs Sammie by her chocolate-brown locks and SLAMS her face into deck, Sinclair’s lower limbs growing rubbery as her Legionnaires vocally show their displeasure at Kat’s antics.
Braddock stuffs Sinclair back into the ring and rolls in behind. She grabs a handful of hair and rips the Upstart to her feet then nestles behind the Golden Girl, surrounding Sammie’s tummy with a tight embrace.
The curvy blonde presents her pint-sized power, lifting Sammie off the canvas and shaking her from side to side in a breathtaking bearhug. The champ then moves one arm to scoop under Sammie’s tush, lifting her higher still, only to drop her when Braddock falls to one knee. The raised plank of her right leg splits Sammie’s thighs, THUMPING the Golden Girl’s undercarriage with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Sammie ‘yeeps’ into a little hop after impact, her knees knocking, sweet features pinched in pain. With her hands buried between her legs, Sinclair seems frozen in place and Kat takes advantage. The World and Lightweight champion races by a shoulder, hits the ropes in front of the People’s Princess, and RAMS her to the deck with a nasty shoulderblock that puts Samantha on her back.
Kat glares down at the wincing Golden Girl.
“You had your moment, loser. Now deal with a hard dose of reality.”
Kat shows her athleticism, pushing to a handstand next to Sinclair. She turns so her body faces inward to Sammie and drops her knees into the taut abdomen of the Upstart Supreme, gutting the Brit with both bony caps. Sammie folds in a ‘V’ shape around the impact, baby brown eyes bugging as an exhale bursts from her lips before she fades to horizontal once more.
Kat is uninterested in the available pinning predicament. Instead, she pushes to her boot soles, sinking a set of talons into Sammie’s scalp. The champ pulls the stunned Sinclair to a seat and sidles her ass next to the Brit’s noggin. The FAWNatics know what’s coming next as Kat loosens her pelvis and starts pounding away with her Bratty Butt Bumpers, rocking the Upstart with a series of buttastic blasts, adding a little swiveling flourish to the last.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
A smirking Kat slaps her backside after the condescending display while Sinclair lies on her side, trying to shake out a growing attic full of cobwebs.
Braddock is upon her foe before too much recovery time can accumulate. Kat shoves Sinclair to her chest with a push from her boot then grabs her foe’s legs at the ankles. The Brat folds the limbs around her own as she steps onto the hamstrings of her challenger. The blonde slaps at Sammie’s sides to prompt the arms of the People’s Princess within reach.
After grabbing the wrists, Kat rocks back with the captured Upstart until she can roll to her back and THRUST the ensnared Sammie high into the air with a special extended overhead version of her Surfboard Stretch.
Overhead Surfboard Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=00eao4dEB-o )
Sammie yelps in pain, all four of her limbs under incredible pressure, not to mention her extended spine.
As head ref Nick Castle asks if the challenger wants to capitulate, Braddock shakes the captured Brit to convince her foe. On the outside, Sinclair’s Legionnaires chant “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP” not that Samantha could, but neither does Sinclair shout out a surrender, instead yelping in pain but shaking her head when asked to give in.
With her own limbs tiring, Kat can’t outlast the stubborn fierceness of the Golden Goliath’s daughter and Braddock catapults Sinclair away when rising to a seated position. Sammie flops face first to the deck, the crowd groaning in sympathy when the cute beak on her freckled face leads the way.
Braddock pushes to her feet and shakes out her fatigued limbs. She strides to Sinclair who’s rolled to her back, pressing a set of fingers on either side of her bruised snoot. Kat lifts a boot and stomps toward Sammie’s chest, but the People’s Princess intercepts around the ankle before a connection.
With the stem hers, Sammie tugs and spills Braddock to the deck next to her. Each woman scrambles to their knees, facing off nose to nose. The flustered champ sends a bytch slap toward the Upstart’s left cheek but Sammie blocks with a forearm and quickly has a tight grip around Kat’s wrist. She uses the handle to pull The Brat up with her and heave Kat to the far ropes with an Irish Whip.
The challenger follows behind, setting up shop centerstage and, when the busty Braddock returns, the brunette pivots and scoops Kat off the deck along her hip then twirls and deposits her foe to the deck with a ring-rattling drop to the canvas courtesy her Sidewalk Slam.
Sidewalk Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TctkVtM3ElU )
The Golden Girl passes on a pin, instead releasing her grip and kipping in the kippiest way possible to her feet. The Best Brit Ever races to the ropes and leaps to the middle strand, grabbing the top rope with both hands. Pushing in deep to the rubber-coated steel, Sammie springs gracefully in an elegant backflip, her Lionsault landing flush across Kat’s Achilles tummy, the malleable midriff of the champ BLASTED by the abdominal collision.
Lionsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OScYCZi-KA )
Kat groans deep and breathlessly, her legs reflexively rising from the blunt force of the blow. The limbs are easily scoopable by the Upstart Supreme who cradles both behind the knees and folds Braddock, legs above torso, head bracketed by her abbreviated gams for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Kat springs loose with a half-second to spare, the Legionnaires groaning at the thought of how close their leader was to reaching the summit of the FAWN mountain.
Acknowledging no disappointment in The Brat’s temporary survival, Sammie leaps to her feet and starts leading her supporters in a rhythmic clap soon filling the arena. By the time she returns her attention to a glassy-eyed champion, Kat’s pushing to her feet but remains unprepared for a charging Sinclair.
Sammie races to the slightly stooped Braddock and leaps to her foe, laced hands wrapping around the back of the Cali Quake’s neck. The Golden Girl’s knees tuck tight and press to Kat’s abundant chest. When the Brit lays out, her back thumping against the deck, the shockwave is transferred into Braddock via the Sammie Surprise!!
Sammie Surprise!! ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :12
Kat’s sent airborne from the force of the signature sendoff, the crowd ‘ooohing’ as Kat’s left splayed, hugging her aching gurls. Sammie dives atop her adversary again, hooking the far leg for a chance at the championship, getting a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Once more, Braddock survives by the barest of margin, scraping a shoulder a few inches off the canvas. The former beachfighter slops to her chest and belly and begins slithering like a sweaty snake against the canvas-covered plywood and floorboards.
Meanwhile, though sporting a sheen of perspiration, the Upstart seems fresh as an English daisy by comparison. On her feet quickly, she tracks down the slinking Quake and delivers a piercing elbow drop to the base of Kat’s spine. Braddock yelps in pain, her vertebrae arching from the abuse as she reaches back with her left hand to massage at the attack point.
The decision becomes a poor one when Sinclair snatches the proffered wing at the wrist and bears down on a hammerlock that keeps Kat’s chest and face pressed to the mat, an infuriating, embarrassing position for Katrina Two-Belts.
“Get off you cloying phony,” Braddock growls between breathy huffs.
“This is wrestling,” Sammie replies. “I believe you’re supposed to make me.”
Sinclair rises, using a boot sole to keep Kat’s chicken-wing tight to her back. Sammie vaults skyward and comes down with a nasty legdrop to the bent limb.
Kat reacts as if she’s been dosed 10,000 volts. The blonde pulls the arm back to amore reasonable placement, cradling it tight, spasming in pain, cursing a blue streak at the feisty Nottingham native.
Sinclair takes a few steps back, pivots and begins banging her front boot against the mat, motioning for Kat to rise, ready to deliver the coupe de grace of a Sammie Kick to end Kat’s World Title reign in style.
Slowly, the grimacing Braddock maneuvers to her feet, turning, her doom ready to be sealed by Sammie’s educated feet. But as the Legionnaires roar and Braddock spins, Kat catches a blue-n-gold glimpse out of the corner of an eye. She faints to the canvas and butt-scoots away from the poised People’s Princess, thrusting her open palms forward begging off from the advancing challenger.
Braddock ends in a corner from her retreat, pleading with Sinclair to stay away, but the Golden Girl isn’t interested in timeouts. As she moves within range, Kat pumps a kick at Sammie’s crotch, but the Upstart is ready for the Quake’s shenanigans, catching her foe’s leg around the ankle before impact.
With Kat grasping tightly to the bottom ropes on either side of the buckles, Sammie pulls Braddock toward the middle, stretching out the blonde’s frame but not loosening her grasp.
Kat moves her grip to the middle ropes and finally the top to compensate as Sinclair continues her tug of war, the brunette finally yanking harder than Kat’s grip can contain. And Braddock is suddenly airborne, THUMPING to the canvas on her spine and the back of her head.
Sammie plucks Kat off the canvas by a shoulder and wrist, pulling her to vertical, the excitement in the challenger evident and overflowing. Sammie heaves Kat to the far buckles with an Irish Whip, Braddock turning into a heavy back-first collision that sends her plopping to her ass, back arched, pain pinching her features.
Sammie is shout out of a cannon, heading after the dual champ. She takes to the air from a few feet out, spread legs leading the way as her taut glutes SLAM into Braddock’s abundant bosom. The People’s Princess does her Legionnaire’s bidding as she grabs the middle ropes and starts busting her bronco.. Sammie THUMPS thrust after thrust into Kat’s chest and chin, racking up a thunderous ten-count from the FAWNatics.
When their Favorite Girl Next Door dismounts, Kat’s a glassy-eyed hot mess. Sammie grabs the frazzled titleholder by her noggin, pulls Kat to rubbery legs and pivots to snap mare Braddock to a seat toward centerstage. Sammie prompts a rhythmic clap from the masses before pressing her advantage.
With a wobbling Brat pushing to one knee, Sinclair races past a shoulder and hits the ropes in front of the dazed blonde. The rubber-coated steel springs her back toward her target at full speed and Sammie NAILS Kat on the chin with a flying knee strike.
Golden Wizard ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GgKThHoZAA )
Kat’s head snaps back like it might fly off, but her body follows enough to keep the two connected and she ends in a splayed starfish, out cold.
Sinclair skids to a stop after the impact and scrambles to her flattened foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Castle’s palm is no more than an inch off the deck when he pulls it away as Braddock pulls a shoulder a few inches off the canvas just before.
The crowd groans in unison and even the perpetually upbeat Upstart shows a hint of frustration. But in an instant, it’s gone as Sinclair grabs the wilting Kat by the wrists and drags her carcass to a spot not far removed from the nearest corner. With The Brat properly situated, Sammie makes her way to the buckles and quickly scales them.
She faces the crowd, peeking over her shoulder to judge the distance to the champion and the title, soon to be hers after hitting her Horizon Comet. However, before her launch, a stirring catches her eyes when a woman leaps over the barrier in jeans and a black hoodie.
The woman moves to the apron immediately below the People’s Princess and sweeps the cover off her head revealing the wayward Selena Douglas.
SELENA DOUGLAS:
She begins barking at Sinclair in animated fashion, the Legionnaires in a state of relatively silent shock. A perplexed Sammie drops to the middle ropes to get a safer vantage from which to interact with the interloper.
Not safe enough as it turns out, as the delay allows the champ to rise and stagger toward the distracted challenger, slip beneath Sammie’s stems, back to the buckles and collect a startled Sinclair onto her shoulders. With the Upstart’s arms pinwheeling as she’s carried away from the corner, Braddock delivers the Golden Girl to the canvas with extreme prejudice and a power-packed powerbomb from the flaxen-haired fireplug.
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKLmMyN_VTU )
Kat staggers to the ropes behind as Sammie lays in a spreadeagle before her, body absently twitching after a disastrous impact. Realizing the opportunity at her feet, Braddock drops across the splayed Brit in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sinclair kicks free to the great relief of her Legionnaires. On the outside, a previously grinning Selena’s face turns sour.
On her haunches next to the Golden Girl, Kat laces her fingers and forms a double axhandle. She thumps the joined fists into Sammie’s tummy and Sinclair retches to life, folding to a momentary ‘V’ shape before returning to a gasping horizontal.
Kat pushes to her feet, spreading her foe’s legs suspiciously with a pair of kicks. She moves to Selena’s corner, staring warily at the gatecrasher. Douglas raises her palms in innocence, telling the champ she wants no trouble with her.
Climbing to the middle ropes, Braddock turns to face Sinclair and, despite the pleas from the Legionnaires, Sinclair moves not an inch as Kat launches and THUMPS a flying head butt into Sammie’s unprotected crotch with The Bio One.
Sinclair sits bolt upright from the assault, jaw dropping, tears in her eyes as she squeaks in anguish. Rising to her knee between the outstretched lower limbs of her foe, a smirking Kat gives her forehead a rub while Selena provides a standing ovation from the outside.
Braddock gathers up both of Sammie’s limp legs, hooking an elbow behind each knee and ‘walks’ forward with them to fold the People’s Princess upon herself in a matchbook pin to retain her title with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A spasmodic jerk from the brunette saves her match life, Sammie ending on a hip and shoulder.
A shocked Braddock gazes at Castle, her three fingers raised to the official’s two.
“What is this?” Kat asks. “Are you part of her little fan club?”
“It was two, Kat. Like when you beat the count.”
“Don’t compare this little twit to anything I do,” The Brat growls.
She sinks a set of nails into Sammie’s scalp, pulls Sinclair’s head off the canvas and begins pounding away with rights to the jaw, only stopping when Nick gets to a count of ‘FOUR’.
Kat tosses the flaccid, freckled Sinclair to the side and wearily pushes to her feet. She moves to a standing straddle of her challenger, raising her arms high and wide, drawing ear-splitting enmity from the Legionnaires.
With her dominance properly displayed, Kat corrals Sinclair’s braincase with both hands and pulls a slack Sinclair to her feet for Nap Time. She draws Sammie’s lowered head into a front facelock, while flinging a limp left arm over her shoulders and grabbing the Golden Girl’s spandex gear at the hip.
With Sammie ready for launch, Braddock attempt to vault the Brit into a cradled grip against her chest for the finale, but Sammie snakes a leg around Kat’s near lower limb to block the lift. A stubborn Brat tries again, but Sinclair halts her elevation. Before a third try can materialize, the Upstart Supreme and former longtime Eurasian champion drives a knee DEEP into Kat’s solar plexus.
She pushes out of the weakened grip of Katrina Two-Belts, spins away from Braddock while reaching over her right shoulder to snatch the Cali Quake’s head with a ¾ facelock grip, and drops to her backside. Kat’s jaw is jacked atop Sinclair’s right shoulder and the blonde bounces high and far from the force of the Sinclair Summer Stunner.
Braddock flops to a starfish in the semi-est of semiconsciousness. A reenergized Sammie dives across the champ in crossbody pin, hooking her foe’s near leg as Castle drops to slap the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
There’s no movement from The Brat before THREE and Sinclair leaps to her feet, hopping joyously as she realizes the dream of becoming FAWN World Champion. However, as she celebrates with her Legionnaires, Nick interjects, pointing at an ankle of Braddock lying across the bottom rope.
A nearby Selena aims an index finger at the leg as well, shouting at Sinclair she’s won NOTHING. Sammie directs an accusing stare at Douglas.
“Did you?”
Selena is taken aback. “How dare you even think that? Anyway. The ref’s decision is final. Am I right Mister Castle?”
Nick doesn’t respond to the uninvited guest, instead making certain Sammie understands the match continues.
When the People’s Princess shakes off the shock, she lowers into a crouch, poised to end things when a stirring Kat starts to rise with the help of the ropes. The FAWNatics are in a frenzy, waiting for the Sammie Kick that would rise in importance above all others.
Whether the echoing roar tips Braddock off to her approaching fate is unclear, but when Sinclair’s right boot rises with lightning quickness and thunderous force, Kat ducks under. The buxom blonde scoops Sammie’s planted stem off the deck, lifts the slender Brit high, and deposits her with ring-rattling force to the mat with a Spinebuster counter.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0&t=28s ) :29
With both women spent, Kat flops across the splayed Sinclair for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Again, Sammie refuses to be beaten, pushing a shoulder up, Kat sent rolling off. Champ and challenger, on their backs and drawing in deep breaths, stare vacantly into the rafters, side by side, the crowd chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Nick starts a double-countout, breaking the mood and starting the clock toward a controversial Braddock victory, but neither woman wants that end. Both slowly stir at ‘FIVE’ and reach vertical, if sloppily, at ‘EIGHT’.
Sammie NAILS Kat with a forearm blast to the jaw that rocks the champ. But Kat comes back with one of her own, only for Sinclair to block.
The Best Brit jacks Kat’s jaw again with another and readies a third when a desperate Braddock reaches forward with both hands, sinks her nails into Sammie’s chocolate-brown locks, and delivers her Heart Butt to the cleft of Sinclair’s chest.
Kat’s unique head butt version of a Heart Punch hits the mark, the Upstart’s unrivalled blood-pumper skipping a beat as her legs turn to jelly and her baby brown eyes roll back.
Wearily but compellingly, Kat pulls the challenger into a front facelock, sweeping a flaccid arm over her shoulders. Summoning her remaining strength, the blonde ‘hups’ Sammie to a cradled position against her chest.
And Kat lays out, SPKING Sammie’s skull into the canvas-covered floorboards, the Legionnaires groaning in harmony at the dreadful site of what the fans of any Braddock opponent fear, a Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
Flopping bonelessly to a spreadeagle next to The Brat, Sammie is easy pickings for the California Quake, a sweat-soaked Kat lounging atop Sinclair in a back press, rightfully secure in her position for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
With all the effort she can muster, Kat raises her arms as the bell rings and the announcer tells the tale to a torrent of boos from the crowd.
“Your winner…and STILL FAWN World and Lightweight Champions…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Castle uses one of The Brat’s raised wrists as a handle, peeling the expended Kat off the vanquished Sammie. He guides Braddock to the set of ropes where her gilded belts await, Nick collecting each and tossing one over each shoulder of the victor.
With the official diligently keeping an exhausted Braddock away from any post-match shenanigans for which she might find the energy, Selena Douglas slides in and stomps the stirring but defenseless Sammie. That is, until Summer Hopkins races down the ramp.
SUMMER HOPKINS:
Selena quickly decides to get out of Dodge as Hopkins enters.
While Kat is clearly perturbed with the Supergirl of Sheffield stepping on her moment, the champ thinks better about taking on the challenge of facing Hopkins while running on fumes.
Summer checks on her girl while sending occasional watchful glances toward an exiting Douglas and a surly Kat.
Finally, Braddock decides to slip through the ropes with her championship gold, happy with survival against Sammie and her title reigns intact.
Perfectly petite, the Brit closes her eyes and focuses on the result that would make her the World Champion at long last. Surely Kat chose her because of her marquee value and the rust that might be in place from her hiatus in the biggest of matches, but The Brat would find another thing coming.
Sinclair inhales deeply, holding it as she opens her eyes, then exhales, Samantha ready to provide the Legionnaires the shock of their lives.
The murmur of the FAWNatics rises as the lights dim, the volume then exploding with excitement when…
FEEL INVINCIBLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gco_SAvHVSM
…bursts to life over the loud speakers, it becoming crystal clear the People’s Princess is getting a chance to sit atop the mountain as FAWN’s World Champion.
And true to the accompaniment, Samantha Sinclair sets foot on stage to an ear-splitting ovation. The Perfectly Petite Brit moves to the center.
She smiles, bright and true, throwing her arms into the air, FAWN’s Favorite Girl Next Door standing before them.
SAMANTHA SINCLAIR:
As caught up in the moment as her supporters, Sammie wiggles her fingers up on high before bringing her hands together, the Loyalists in attendance following her example as they collectively clapped…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…before she points dramatically towards the squared circle, pyrotechnics exploding to either side of her to add an exclamation point to her declaration!
With the crowd now suitably in full voice, the Upstart Supreme shoots off down the ramp at a spirited pace, darting left and right at irregular intervals, intuition guiding her to those in most need of a little love, delivering short hugs to make their evenings.
Soon enough, the squared circle is mere yards before her and she accelerates at a sprint, leaping the final distance and springing her lithe physique onto the apron. Riding the momentum, she grasps the top ropes and cleanly vaults over the uppermost coil, landing lightly before she marches to mid-ring.
Clad in her iconic yellow/gold lyrca top and shorts with blue highlights, a pair of calf high, sapphire boots and matching sapphire gloves included, Sammie breathes deeply, beaming as she bites down on her bottom lip and saluting the FAWNatics one last time before moving to her corner, her music fading as the announcer makes tonight’s World title challenger official.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! First, from Nottingham, England, standing five feet and four inches tall and weighing in at 110 pounds. The GOLDEN GIRL…SAMANTHA SINCLAIR!”
The crowd loses their collective shit, hardly able to believe their eyes and their luck they would be in attendance when the Upstart Supreme rocks the California Quake and ends the night as FAWN’s Number One.
A Richter scale rumble traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform the thunder to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the masses letting loose on the 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 brilliance subsides, an ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde is center stage, a shit-eating ‘I’m a badass’ grin firmly in place. Braddock raises the World gold in her left hand and polishes the Lightweight faceplate covering her plush abdomen with the right. The champ lets the animosity wash over her, hazel eyes shut, smile widening.
KAT BRADDOCK:
The buxom Brat’s peepers pop open and she glances to her waist, then above, showcasing the hardware proving she’s the best FAWN has to offer. Satisfied she’s made her point, the flaxen-haired fireplug strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, chuckling at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly animated fashion.
The buxom Brat arrives ringside 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 ( ).Kat gives the Ultimate Upstart 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.
“Another night…another legend destroyed, though this little pooch of a British bulldog barely qualifies.”
The throng forces every negative decibel from the lungs available.
“Since I put only my lightweight title on the line against that defeated Dream, I’m contractually obligated to put the World title within sweet Sammie’s reach. To bad she doesn’t have nearly the quality to make her reign a reality.”
Again the crowd, Legionnaires foremost among them, unleashes. Braddock shakes her head and tosses her stick aside, allowing the ring announcer to fight the volume of the fans.
“And 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 proclaimed ‘Katrina Two-Belts’.
Kat turns to Sammie.
“I brought you here to make a point and it won’t take me long to make it.”
The Brat moves to the ropes and hands over her sets of hardware, then saunters to the corner opposite a bouncing People’s Princess, both combatants ready when the bell brings the match to order.
Adrenaline coursing, Sinclair is out like a shot, racing across the canvas. Kat barely gets three steps out of her corner before Sammie leaps into a dropkick, catching Braddock flush in the chest, sending the champion backpedaling from where she came, back THUMPING against the buckles.
The Loyalist Legionnaires rise as the Best Brit Ever kips to her feet and climbs to the middle ropes in front of the World Champion. Sinclair folds a right fist and pounds away on the forehead of her foe, the FAWNatics gleefully counting along to the requisite ‘TEN’ that the Upstart Supreme ends with a flourish and an extra big slug to the noggin.
Sinclair hops down from her perch in front of a staggered Brat, Braddock clearly not prepared for such a fast start from the face-iest of faces. Sammie snatches the buxom blonde’s left wrist and heaves her with an Irish Whip, Kat sprinting across the canvas and turning into a heavy back-first collision with the far corner.
Sinclair is immediately on her horse, or considering Sammie’s size, her pony. She damn near flies across the mat and, from a few feet out, leaps into a super Sammie Splash, an avalanche of petite proportions CRASHING against the similarly vertically-challenged but plusher, flaxen-haired fireplug.
Kat drunkenly stumbles out of the corner, rocked by the intensity of her challenger. She reaches several steps away before her legs give out and she takes a header to the thinly-covered plywood. Absently, Kat rolls to her back, staring blankly at the lights above, likely wondering what’s happening.
And what is? Sinclair climbing the buckles from which The Brat has been ejected. Sammie clambers to the top and turns with the ease of the legendary aerialist she is. Raising her arms high and wide, the Golden Girl enjoys a moment with her legion of fans, then launches into the Sammie stratosphere. At her zenith, Sinclair balls in a tight tuck then expands wide, into an adorable gold-and-blue Froggie that SPLASHES across the tanned tummy of the California Quake.
The mat shudders with the force of the descent, Kat groaning as her belly is blasted by the rampaging challenger. Sinclair, having bounced to all fours above her adversary, grabs Kat’s far leg and pivots to a back press pin, cradling Braddock onto her shoulders where Kat is stacked for an incredible…
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Kat kicks loose, flopping to a shoulder and hip while a grinning Sammie is seated next to her, holding a thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart, the crowd agreeing on how close the People’s Princess was from becoming the People’s Queen.
With enough senses to realize she’s being overrun by the Upstart, Kat rolls out under the bottom rope. Disheveled and aching, Braddock waves off the ring’s occupants and calls for her belts to be delivered to her.
She’d had enough!
A FAWN flunky, perhaps seeking favor, does as told and, with a belt over each shoulder, Kat heads for the exit. She reaches the base of the ramp when her journey is halted, Sinclair grabbing Braddock by a wrist and the scruff of her neck.
“I’ve waited too long,” Sammie informs the grimacing Brat. “You’re not about to poop this party.”
Sinclair turns and ‘escorts’ Kat back to the ring, the gold and leather of each strap tumbling to the floor as the women reach the apron’s edge when Braddock swings an elbow and catches Sammie between the eyes just as Sinclair is about to heave her foe back in.
The Cali Quake grabs Sammie by her chocolate-brown locks and SLAMS her face into deck, Sinclair’s lower limbs growing rubbery as her Legionnaires vocally show their displeasure at Kat’s antics.
Braddock stuffs Sinclair back into the ring and rolls in behind. She grabs a handful of hair and rips the Upstart to her feet then nestles behind the Golden Girl, surrounding Sammie’s tummy with a tight embrace.
The curvy blonde presents her pint-sized power, lifting Sammie off the canvas and shaking her from side to side in a breathtaking bearhug. The champ then moves one arm to scoop under Sammie’s tush, lifting her higher still, only to drop her when Braddock falls to one knee. The raised plank of her right leg splits Sammie’s thighs, THUMPING the Golden Girl’s undercarriage with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Sammie ‘yeeps’ into a little hop after impact, her knees knocking, sweet features pinched in pain. With her hands buried between her legs, Sinclair seems frozen in place and Kat takes advantage. The World and Lightweight champion races by a shoulder, hits the ropes in front of the People’s Princess, and RAMS her to the deck with a nasty shoulderblock that puts Samantha on her back.
Kat glares down at the wincing Golden Girl.
“You had your moment, loser. Now deal with a hard dose of reality.”
Kat shows her athleticism, pushing to a handstand next to Sinclair. She turns so her body faces inward to Sammie and drops her knees into the taut abdomen of the Upstart Supreme, gutting the Brit with both bony caps. Sammie folds in a ‘V’ shape around the impact, baby brown eyes bugging as an exhale bursts from her lips before she fades to horizontal once more.
Kat is uninterested in the available pinning predicament. Instead, she pushes to her boot soles, sinking a set of talons into Sammie’s scalp. The champ pulls the stunned Sinclair to a seat and sidles her ass next to the Brit’s noggin. The FAWNatics know what’s coming next as Kat loosens her pelvis and starts pounding away with her Bratty Butt Bumpers, rocking the Upstart with a series of buttastic blasts, adding a little swiveling flourish to the last.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
A smirking Kat slaps her backside after the condescending display while Sinclair lies on her side, trying to shake out a growing attic full of cobwebs.
Braddock is upon her foe before too much recovery time can accumulate. Kat shoves Sinclair to her chest with a push from her boot then grabs her foe’s legs at the ankles. The Brat folds the limbs around her own as she steps onto the hamstrings of her challenger. The blonde slaps at Sammie’s sides to prompt the arms of the People’s Princess within reach.
After grabbing the wrists, Kat rocks back with the captured Upstart until she can roll to her back and THRUST the ensnared Sammie high into the air with a special extended overhead version of her Surfboard Stretch.
Overhead Surfboard Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=00eao4dEB-o )
Sammie yelps in pain, all four of her limbs under incredible pressure, not to mention her extended spine.
As head ref Nick Castle asks if the challenger wants to capitulate, Braddock shakes the captured Brit to convince her foe. On the outside, Sinclair’s Legionnaires chant “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP” not that Samantha could, but neither does Sinclair shout out a surrender, instead yelping in pain but shaking her head when asked to give in.
With her own limbs tiring, Kat can’t outlast the stubborn fierceness of the Golden Goliath’s daughter and Braddock catapults Sinclair away when rising to a seated position. Sammie flops face first to the deck, the crowd groaning in sympathy when the cute beak on her freckled face leads the way.
Braddock pushes to her feet and shakes out her fatigued limbs. She strides to Sinclair who’s rolled to her back, pressing a set of fingers on either side of her bruised snoot. Kat lifts a boot and stomps toward Sammie’s chest, but the People’s Princess intercepts around the ankle before a connection.
With the stem hers, Sammie tugs and spills Braddock to the deck next to her. Each woman scrambles to their knees, facing off nose to nose. The flustered champ sends a bytch slap toward the Upstart’s left cheek but Sammie blocks with a forearm and quickly has a tight grip around Kat’s wrist. She uses the handle to pull The Brat up with her and heave Kat to the far ropes with an Irish Whip.
The challenger follows behind, setting up shop centerstage and, when the busty Braddock returns, the brunette pivots and scoops Kat off the deck along her hip then twirls and deposits her foe to the deck with a ring-rattling drop to the canvas courtesy her Sidewalk Slam.
Sidewalk Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TctkVtM3ElU )
The Golden Girl passes on a pin, instead releasing her grip and kipping in the kippiest way possible to her feet. The Best Brit Ever races to the ropes and leaps to the middle strand, grabbing the top rope with both hands. Pushing in deep to the rubber-coated steel, Sammie springs gracefully in an elegant backflip, her Lionsault landing flush across Kat’s Achilles tummy, the malleable midriff of the champ BLASTED by the abdominal collision.
Lionsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OScYCZi-KA )
Kat groans deep and breathlessly, her legs reflexively rising from the blunt force of the blow. The limbs are easily scoopable by the Upstart Supreme who cradles both behind the knees and folds Braddock, legs above torso, head bracketed by her abbreviated gams for the…
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Kat springs loose with a half-second to spare, the Legionnaires groaning at the thought of how close their leader was to reaching the summit of the FAWN mountain.
Acknowledging no disappointment in The Brat’s temporary survival, Sammie leaps to her feet and starts leading her supporters in a rhythmic clap soon filling the arena. By the time she returns her attention to a glassy-eyed champion, Kat’s pushing to her feet but remains unprepared for a charging Sinclair.
Sammie races to the slightly stooped Braddock and leaps to her foe, laced hands wrapping around the back of the Cali Quake’s neck. The Golden Girl’s knees tuck tight and press to Kat’s abundant chest. When the Brit lays out, her back thumping against the deck, the shockwave is transferred into Braddock via the Sammie Surprise!!
Sammie Surprise!! ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) :12
Kat’s sent airborne from the force of the signature sendoff, the crowd ‘ooohing’ as Kat’s left splayed, hugging her aching gurls. Sammie dives atop her adversary again, hooking the far leg for a chance at the championship, getting a…
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THRNOOO!
Once more, Braddock survives by the barest of margin, scraping a shoulder a few inches off the canvas. The former beachfighter slops to her chest and belly and begins slithering like a sweaty snake against the canvas-covered plywood and floorboards.
Meanwhile, though sporting a sheen of perspiration, the Upstart seems fresh as an English daisy by comparison. On her feet quickly, she tracks down the slinking Quake and delivers a piercing elbow drop to the base of Kat’s spine. Braddock yelps in pain, her vertebrae arching from the abuse as she reaches back with her left hand to massage at the attack point.
The decision becomes a poor one when Sinclair snatches the proffered wing at the wrist and bears down on a hammerlock that keeps Kat’s chest and face pressed to the mat, an infuriating, embarrassing position for Katrina Two-Belts.
“Get off you cloying phony,” Braddock growls between breathy huffs.
“This is wrestling,” Sammie replies. “I believe you’re supposed to make me.”
Sinclair rises, using a boot sole to keep Kat’s chicken-wing tight to her back. Sammie vaults skyward and comes down with a nasty legdrop to the bent limb.
Kat reacts as if she’s been dosed 10,000 volts. The blonde pulls the arm back to amore reasonable placement, cradling it tight, spasming in pain, cursing a blue streak at the feisty Nottingham native.
Sinclair takes a few steps back, pivots and begins banging her front boot against the mat, motioning for Kat to rise, ready to deliver the coupe de grace of a Sammie Kick to end Kat’s World Title reign in style.
Slowly, the grimacing Braddock maneuvers to her feet, turning, her doom ready to be sealed by Sammie’s educated feet. But as the Legionnaires roar and Braddock spins, Kat catches a blue-n-gold glimpse out of the corner of an eye. She faints to the canvas and butt-scoots away from the poised People’s Princess, thrusting her open palms forward begging off from the advancing challenger.
Braddock ends in a corner from her retreat, pleading with Sinclair to stay away, but the Golden Girl isn’t interested in timeouts. As she moves within range, Kat pumps a kick at Sammie’s crotch, but the Upstart is ready for the Quake’s shenanigans, catching her foe’s leg around the ankle before impact.
With Kat grasping tightly to the bottom ropes on either side of the buckles, Sammie pulls Braddock toward the middle, stretching out the blonde’s frame but not loosening her grasp.
Kat moves her grip to the middle ropes and finally the top to compensate as Sinclair continues her tug of war, the brunette finally yanking harder than Kat’s grip can contain. And Braddock is suddenly airborne, THUMPING to the canvas on her spine and the back of her head.
Sammie plucks Kat off the canvas by a shoulder and wrist, pulling her to vertical, the excitement in the challenger evident and overflowing. Sammie heaves Kat to the far buckles with an Irish Whip, Braddock turning into a heavy back-first collision that sends her plopping to her ass, back arched, pain pinching her features.
Sammie is shout out of a cannon, heading after the dual champ. She takes to the air from a few feet out, spread legs leading the way as her taut glutes SLAM into Braddock’s abundant bosom. The People’s Princess does her Legionnaire’s bidding as she grabs the middle ropes and starts busting her bronco.. Sammie THUMPS thrust after thrust into Kat’s chest and chin, racking up a thunderous ten-count from the FAWNatics.
When their Favorite Girl Next Door dismounts, Kat’s a glassy-eyed hot mess. Sammie grabs the frazzled titleholder by her noggin, pulls Kat to rubbery legs and pivots to snap mare Braddock to a seat toward centerstage. Sammie prompts a rhythmic clap from the masses before pressing her advantage.
With a wobbling Brat pushing to one knee, Sinclair races past a shoulder and hits the ropes in front of the dazed blonde. The rubber-coated steel springs her back toward her target at full speed and Sammie NAILS Kat on the chin with a flying knee strike.
Golden Wizard ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GgKThHoZAA )
Kat’s head snaps back like it might fly off, but her body follows enough to keep the two connected and she ends in a splayed starfish, out cold.
Sinclair skids to a stop after the impact and scrambles to her flattened foe for the…
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Castle’s palm is no more than an inch off the deck when he pulls it away as Braddock pulls a shoulder a few inches off the canvas just before.
The crowd groans in unison and even the perpetually upbeat Upstart shows a hint of frustration. But in an instant, it’s gone as Sinclair grabs the wilting Kat by the wrists and drags her carcass to a spot not far removed from the nearest corner. With The Brat properly situated, Sammie makes her way to the buckles and quickly scales them.
She faces the crowd, peeking over her shoulder to judge the distance to the champion and the title, soon to be hers after hitting her Horizon Comet. However, before her launch, a stirring catches her eyes when a woman leaps over the barrier in jeans and a black hoodie.
The woman moves to the apron immediately below the People’s Princess and sweeps the cover off her head revealing the wayward Selena Douglas.
SELENA DOUGLAS:
She begins barking at Sinclair in animated fashion, the Legionnaires in a state of relatively silent shock. A perplexed Sammie drops to the middle ropes to get a safer vantage from which to interact with the interloper.
Not safe enough as it turns out, as the delay allows the champ to rise and stagger toward the distracted challenger, slip beneath Sammie’s stems, back to the buckles and collect a startled Sinclair onto her shoulders. With the Upstart’s arms pinwheeling as she’s carried away from the corner, Braddock delivers the Golden Girl to the canvas with extreme prejudice and a power-packed powerbomb from the flaxen-haired fireplug.
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKLmMyN_VTU )
Kat staggers to the ropes behind as Sammie lays in a spreadeagle before her, body absently twitching after a disastrous impact. Realizing the opportunity at her feet, Braddock drops across the splayed Brit in a lateral press for the…
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Sinclair kicks free to the great relief of her Legionnaires. On the outside, a previously grinning Selena’s face turns sour.
On her haunches next to the Golden Girl, Kat laces her fingers and forms a double axhandle. She thumps the joined fists into Sammie’s tummy and Sinclair retches to life, folding to a momentary ‘V’ shape before returning to a gasping horizontal.
Kat pushes to her feet, spreading her foe’s legs suspiciously with a pair of kicks. She moves to Selena’s corner, staring warily at the gatecrasher. Douglas raises her palms in innocence, telling the champ she wants no trouble with her.
Climbing to the middle ropes, Braddock turns to face Sinclair and, despite the pleas from the Legionnaires, Sinclair moves not an inch as Kat launches and THUMPS a flying head butt into Sammie’s unprotected crotch with The Bio One.
Sinclair sits bolt upright from the assault, jaw dropping, tears in her eyes as she squeaks in anguish. Rising to her knee between the outstretched lower limbs of her foe, a smirking Kat gives her forehead a rub while Selena provides a standing ovation from the outside.
Braddock gathers up both of Sammie’s limp legs, hooking an elbow behind each knee and ‘walks’ forward with them to fold the People’s Princess upon herself in a matchbook pin to retain her title with the…
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A spasmodic jerk from the brunette saves her match life, Sammie ending on a hip and shoulder.
A shocked Braddock gazes at Castle, her three fingers raised to the official’s two.
“What is this?” Kat asks. “Are you part of her little fan club?”
“It was two, Kat. Like when you beat the count.”
“Don’t compare this little twit to anything I do,” The Brat growls.
She sinks a set of nails into Sammie’s scalp, pulls Sinclair’s head off the canvas and begins pounding away with rights to the jaw, only stopping when Nick gets to a count of ‘FOUR’.
Kat tosses the flaccid, freckled Sinclair to the side and wearily pushes to her feet. She moves to a standing straddle of her challenger, raising her arms high and wide, drawing ear-splitting enmity from the Legionnaires.
With her dominance properly displayed, Kat corrals Sinclair’s braincase with both hands and pulls a slack Sinclair to her feet for Nap Time. She draws Sammie’s lowered head into a front facelock, while flinging a limp left arm over her shoulders and grabbing the Golden Girl’s spandex gear at the hip.
With Sammie ready for launch, Braddock attempt to vault the Brit into a cradled grip against her chest for the finale, but Sammie snakes a leg around Kat’s near lower limb to block the lift. A stubborn Brat tries again, but Sinclair halts her elevation. Before a third try can materialize, the Upstart Supreme and former longtime Eurasian champion drives a knee DEEP into Kat’s solar plexus.
She pushes out of the weakened grip of Katrina Two-Belts, spins away from Braddock while reaching over her right shoulder to snatch the Cali Quake’s head with a ¾ facelock grip, and drops to her backside. Kat’s jaw is jacked atop Sinclair’s right shoulder and the blonde bounces high and far from the force of the Sinclair Summer Stunner.
Braddock flops to a starfish in the semi-est of semiconsciousness. A reenergized Sammie dives across the champ in crossbody pin, hooking her foe’s near leg as Castle drops to slap the mat for the…
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There’s no movement from The Brat before THREE and Sinclair leaps to her feet, hopping joyously as she realizes the dream of becoming FAWN World Champion. However, as she celebrates with her Legionnaires, Nick interjects, pointing at an ankle of Braddock lying across the bottom rope.
A nearby Selena aims an index finger at the leg as well, shouting at Sinclair she’s won NOTHING. Sammie directs an accusing stare at Douglas.
“Did you?”
Selena is taken aback. “How dare you even think that? Anyway. The ref’s decision is final. Am I right Mister Castle?”
Nick doesn’t respond to the uninvited guest, instead making certain Sammie understands the match continues.
When the People’s Princess shakes off the shock, she lowers into a crouch, poised to end things when a stirring Kat starts to rise with the help of the ropes. The FAWNatics are in a frenzy, waiting for the Sammie Kick that would rise in importance above all others.
Whether the echoing roar tips Braddock off to her approaching fate is unclear, but when Sinclair’s right boot rises with lightning quickness and thunderous force, Kat ducks under. The buxom blonde scoops Sammie’s planted stem off the deck, lifts the slender Brit high, and deposits her with ring-rattling force to the mat with a Spinebuster counter.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0&t=28s ) :29
With both women spent, Kat flops across the splayed Sinclair for the…
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Again, Sammie refuses to be beaten, pushing a shoulder up, Kat sent rolling off. Champ and challenger, on their backs and drawing in deep breaths, stare vacantly into the rafters, side by side, the crowd chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Nick starts a double-countout, breaking the mood and starting the clock toward a controversial Braddock victory, but neither woman wants that end. Both slowly stir at ‘FIVE’ and reach vertical, if sloppily, at ‘EIGHT’.
Sammie NAILS Kat with a forearm blast to the jaw that rocks the champ. But Kat comes back with one of her own, only for Sinclair to block.
The Best Brit jacks Kat’s jaw again with another and readies a third when a desperate Braddock reaches forward with both hands, sinks her nails into Sammie’s chocolate-brown locks, and delivers her Heart Butt to the cleft of Sinclair’s chest.
Kat’s unique head butt version of a Heart Punch hits the mark, the Upstart’s unrivalled blood-pumper skipping a beat as her legs turn to jelly and her baby brown eyes roll back.
Wearily but compellingly, Kat pulls the challenger into a front facelock, sweeping a flaccid arm over her shoulders. Summoning her remaining strength, the blonde ‘hups’ Sammie to a cradled position against her chest.
And Kat lays out, SPKING Sammie’s skull into the canvas-covered floorboards, the Legionnaires groaning in harmony at the dreadful site of what the fans of any Braddock opponent fear, a Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
Flopping bonelessly to a spreadeagle next to The Brat, Sammie is easy pickings for the California Quake, a sweat-soaked Kat lounging atop Sinclair in a back press, rightfully secure in her position for the…
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With all the effort she can muster, Kat raises her arms as the bell rings and the announcer tells the tale to a torrent of boos from the crowd.
“Your winner…and STILL FAWN World and Lightweight Champions…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Castle uses one of The Brat’s raised wrists as a handle, peeling the expended Kat off the vanquished Sammie. He guides Braddock to the set of ropes where her gilded belts await, Nick collecting each and tossing one over each shoulder of the victor.
With the official diligently keeping an exhausted Braddock away from any post-match shenanigans for which she might find the energy, Selena Douglas slides in and stomps the stirring but defenseless Sammie. That is, until Summer Hopkins races down the ramp.
SUMMER HOPKINS:
Selena quickly decides to get out of Dodge as Hopkins enters.
While Kat is clearly perturbed with the Supergirl of Sheffield stepping on her moment, the champ thinks better about taking on the challenge of facing Hopkins while running on fumes.
Summer checks on her girl while sending occasional watchful glances toward an exiting Douglas and a surly Kat.
Finally, Braddock decides to slip through the ropes with her championship gold, happy with survival against Sammie and her title reigns intact.