Post by hawkeye on Mar 10, 2023 0:49:49 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
The sound for her name was followed by a rumble of throat-born thunder while the speakers produced the somnolent, smoothly aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the former Lightweight and World Champion appeared atop the stage to greet the Heartbroken masses with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For the her first and hopefully only encounter with Kitty Two-Belts, the bendy Blackbird sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the crowd a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to regard a waving sign:
QUAKES GOT NOTHING ON STORMS!
“Not entirely true.” she said with a faint smile. “This particular Quake will have my boots on her all night long.” That earned a loud cheer from the aisle-side so Dare returned her attention to the ring and swiftly made her way up the steel steps at the corner. A short stroll took her to the middle of the apron where she turned to face the stage before draping her arms across the rubber-coated steel. A little push off the bottom rope was more than enough to send her over the strands in an elegant slow motion back-flip that earned another loud cheer from those assembled. Now situated in the center of the ring, she raised an index finger one more time, then made her way to the far corner where Nick Castle offered a quick greeting before tending to the final inspection.
With the Oncoming Storm having settled across tonight’s final battlefield, a Richter scale rumble traversed the arena’s sound system. The FAWNatics transformed both their ovation for Dare and the thunder from the speakers to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the assembled making clear their distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her dubious talents.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a blinding light.
When the dazzling illumination subsided, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde stood center stage. With the Lightweight belt strapped around her plush, tanned tummy, the Cali Quake lifted the bigger, gaudier World belt off a shoulder.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Her gilded resume made clear, the buxom Brat chuckled at the wall of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY!” she mouthed to the crowd.
Lowering FAWN’s top prize back across her right shoulder, Kat headed for the squared circle with a Cheshire grin. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strode toward the title combat zone in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks and boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
Kat’s gear (
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Reaching the ring, Kat leveled her contempt at the woman who formerly carried the same World Title strap proudly and fearlessly. Braddock passed the steps, instead snatching a microphone off the Announcer’s table. Kat moved back to the steel stairs and climbed, slipping between the cables when she reaches the apron.
Boldly moving to the center, showing little concern for her top-flight challenger, Braddock raised the stick to her lips as her music faded.
“Shea. Emily. Chrissy. Dream. Sammie. Are we sensing a trend?”
The throng forces every negative decibel available, though they surely did.
“I’m showing these so-called legends their mortality and guess who’s next on my hit list.”
Kat turned her hazel eyes in Olivia’s direction with a smirk firmly planted.
“They all think they have the answer and all you people know they’ll beat me. And where they do they end up? Taking a Nap.”
Braddock looked the Brit up and down.
“I don’t know. This skinny bytch is lookin’ awful sleepy to me.”
The Quake dropped her mic and kicked it out of the ring, then unsnapped her Lightweight belt so she could show off both championships while the Announcer honored her with the proper welcome.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent revulsion more impressive now that Braddock could rightly claim her treasured moniker of ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
Kat moved to the ropes and hands over her hardware, demanding the attendant treat her babies right. Unburdened, The Brat sauntered to the corner opposite a stoic Olivia, feigning a yawn as the bell brings Heartbroken’s main event to order.
The FAWNatics had grown used to the Champ Champ lounging in the corner once the bell sounded, Braddock more than happy to have the plebeian putzes of the world come to her for a momentary brush with greatness so it came as a genuine surprise when the Brat stomped toward center as soon as she was allowed to do so. Perhaps even more surprising was Dare's reaction, or lack thereof. Rather than rush to meet the fireplug blonde she held her ground until Kat was perhaps two-thirds of the way across the squared circle. Only then did she dip her upper body through the top and middle ropes and extend a finger in Castle's direction.
“Get her back, Nick.”
“Oh, you think he's going to stop-- hey, don't touch me, Castle! Don't even think about it!”
The Senior Official, who'd had to hold numerous wrestlers in check when Braddock treated them to the same obnoxious treatment, made sure to keep the smile off his face as he said, “She's in the ropes, that means you stay back, champ.” Then to Dare. “Match is live, 'Liv. Come out now or I'll start counting.”
The Blackbird nodded, drew back into the ring and strode toward the champion without a word of comment. Juking clear of the referee as soon as she could, Kat hunched forward in a grappler's crouch and lunged at the slender Brit-- Olivia twisted aside and in so doing trailed her fingers along the curve of Braddock's left hip. It didn't hurt in the slightest, hell it barely tickled, but the blonde bared her teeth like she'd just touched a hot stove. Whirling to find the veteran already waiting with hands raised, Kat growled, “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Who am I?” Dare's tone was full of polite incredulity, but her eyes were nothing but scorn. “Don't you recognize me? We've met so many times before!”
The hell we have.” Braddock countered. “Bony ass scarecrow like you, you've never met anyone like me!” Kat's proclamation was still on her lips when she lunged forward and snatched hold of the taller blonde's right wrist. A single quick spin earned a soft grunt as the Arm Wringer tweaked Olivia's shoulder, then the Brat dipped around behind and folded the captured limb up between Dare's shoulders in a Hammerlo--“NNNGGGHH!”
Expecting something far more technical in the way of a response, Braddock was caught off-guard when 'Liv simply jabbed the point of her left elbow into the younger woman's mouth! Kat cursed, stumbled, cursed a little louder when Olivia twisted out of the Hammerlock and slipped 'round behind to crank a Hammerlock of her own. The Quake yelped once but that was all because Dare released the hold and sent Kat on her way with a two-handed shove to those brawny shoulders.
“Remember me yet? We've got so much history, you and I.” Olivia asked once Braddock caught her balance and turned to find the challenger.
“History's all you've got, bitch.” Kat sneered in reply. “Sharing the ring with me has made you more relevant than you've been in years.”
“Why does that sound so familiar?” the Oncoming Storm murmured. “Oh yes, Estrina said it with some regularity when our paths crossed.” she paused and now her smile went from faint to undeniable. “I wonder, do you remember how that story ended you bad little kitNGH!”
Braddock started off high only to come in low, the brawny little battler dipping a shoulder that she promptly stuffed into the pit of Olivia's stomach! Kat wanted to dump Dare to the deck so she could start pounding away, but the Englishwoman looped a sinewy arm around the champ's neck and yoked up with enough force to keep both wrestlers vertical. Still, a plain ol' Front Facelock wasn't going to keep Braddock under control for long as evidenced by the way she answered with a Waistlock around the taller woman's hips. Squeezing hard because she damned well wanted to, Kat plowed and churned her way forward until she felt the Brit stopped by the springy expanse of the ring ropes. Displeased by the pressure on her noggin, Kat cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the makeshift Bear Hug until Olivia groaned with the strain.
“Break the hold.” Braddock grunted after she'd hooked her right foot over the bottom strand. “Don't make me tell you twice, Castle. I'm in the ropes, make her break the hoDRRGHOOOOW!”
Olivia reached down with her free hand, grabbed hold of the champ's waistband and sent a great deal of blue lycra sky-high courtesy a nasty wedgie! Genuinely shocked that this bony relic would have the unmitigated audacity to visit such an indignity on her backside, Kat let loose of the Hug and straightened up fast, one index finger jabbing Olivia in the sternum while her other hand set about fixing her distended tights. “BITCH!” she barked. “ARE YOU REALLY THAT TIRED OF BEING ALIV--” CRACK!
The Bitch Slap that swiped Kat's mouth didn't have the gaudy wind-up you'd see from someone like Amara Singh or the Spartan efficiency of Macy Renquist, rather this was the brisk, almost ceremonial movement of a woman who'd just removed a dueling glove to demand some satisfaction.
Kat had certainly been slapped before, it was a hazard that came with the job, one that often resulted in a whole arena full of people cheering her opponent at the top of their lungs. Braddock lived for that reaction, or rather the one that came immediately thereafter, when she caught hold of the offender and tore her into tiny, crying pieces as the cheers curdled to jeers all around her. Tonight however the FAWNatics did not cheer. They laughed. Laughed at her. Like she was some nobody putz that'd just been dismissed by the coolest chick on the planet. Like she was anyone BUT the FAWN World Champion. Gripped by a fury so pure it rooted her to the spot, Kat Braddock touched a hand to her palm-warmed cheek and murmured, “Oh baby, I am going to destroy yoNNNGGHHHH!”
Olivia had draped her arms over the top rope as soon as the slap landed, now she brought up both knees and drove a Mule Kick into the smaller blonde's prodigious chest! Offense wasn't 'Liv's first priority with the strike, rather she wanted to create some separation which was why she pushed off the startled champion and tumbled over the strands to land on the apron in an inversion of her longtime entrance ritual!
Stumbling halfway across the ring must've cleared Braddock's head because she let out a furious roar and charged the ropes with every intention of spearing the Blackbird off her perch all the way to the floor below. And oh how close she came. In truth Kat didn't miss but her target deftly twisted aside, leaving the California Wildcat to finish her pounce braced tummy-first across the second strand. She was already drawing back when Dare lashed out with a kick that THWHACKED off the side of the Champ Champ's skull!
Braddock groaned and crumpled against the rubber-coated steel, she might've muttered something that sounded like 'ropes', unfortunately 'Liv had already collected the Brat's chin in both hands and her words were muffled. Twisting on the ledge so that she and Kat were back to back with the latter's head bent awkwardly over the former's right shoulder. Just like that Olivia kicked her legs forward and dropped off the apron, the former World Champ showing her bona fides to everyone with a nasty Neckbreaker that TWANGED the back of Braddock's skull off the rubber-coated steel! Kat bounced to a seat and rolled away from the ropes with both arms wrapped around her throbbing skull.
NECKBREAKER ON ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPA1OdU9MQA
As for Olivia, she paused just long enough to acknowledge the roar of the Storm Chasers, then she skipped back onto the apron and made her way to the nearest corner where she took up residence on the second rope. Still suffering the aftereffects of the challenger's Neckbreaker, Kat was too busy working out the kinks to realize that Dare was lurking in the shadows of her six. Baring her teeth as she rolled to all fours, the Quake smacked her palms against the mat and snarled, “You're done, hag. No one disrespects me and lives to tell about it.” Then she was up and whirling to find her adversary which ensured she got an excellent view of the Oncoming Storm as she dove from the corner and THWHACKED her right bicep against the point of Kat's chin!
DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT @ 00:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1_JuZU0eK8
The Diving European Uppercut put Braddock flat on her back so Olivia dove across the brawny blonde's heaving midsection and hooked both legs for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Kat kicked loose just after 'TWO' and promptly barrel-rolled under the bottom rope before the Englishwoman could stop her. Olivia thought of pursuing her, ultimately decided against it. The ringside corridor was too narrow, too chaotic, too easy for a nasty little gremlin like Braddock to wrestle away control of the contest. So the veteran stood up and retreated to such a distance that she could easily see the champ while remaining well out of grabbing range.
Down on the floor, Kat clambered to her feet and backed away from the ring to watch Dare with furious, baleful eyes. “You're not gonna beat this Quake, bitch.” she promised. “I've already toppled the women that reduced you to rubble!”
Olivia offered her a smile. “So why are you out there, soaking up the count? And why do you look so familiar?”
“YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL WHO I AM!” Braddock barked at the slender Briton. “I'M THE LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! I'M THE WORLD CHAMPION! I'M THE FACE OF THIS COMPANY FOR AS LONG AS I SEE--”
“No, you don't remind me of a champion, certainly not now.” Dare interrupted thoughtfully. “I'm sure it will come to me if we continue to wrestle. You do intend to keep wrestling, don't you?”
Instead of answering with words, Kat stomped over to the steps and drew back a foot like she meant to punt them into the first few rows. Instead she let out a deep breath and made her way back to the apron before pointing a commanding finger at Nick Castle. “Come over here and hold the ropes for your double champion. Now.”
Castle did as required, the man used to setting aside some of his dignity to move a match forward. Sitting on the middle rope while pushing the top upward, Nick cleared a path for The Brat. Braddock swung herself through.
“Finally, you’re making yourself useful,” the Champ Champ sniffed, coming as close to praise as she’s likely to do for anyone but herself. “Now I want you to have your mat-slappin’ hand ready. No long two counts. They’re not paying either of us by the hour.”
Castle rolled his eyes and motions Kat toward her challenger. Katrina Two-Belts took him up, orbiting with Dare until the two circles slowly joined and the women came together in a Collar-and-Elbow.
With a lower center of gravity, the buxom blonde beach fighter gained leverage and walked Olivia to the buckles behind her, Dare giving up space begrudgingly. As Liv’s back touched, Castle interjected. “Your turn, champ. Break it.”
Kat unhooked and lifted her hands innocently, seemingly ready to follow the rules for once. The flaxen-haired fireplug took a step back, only to surge forward with a Toe Kick aimed at Dare’s slender midriff. But the challenger caught the effort around the ankle before she could gut the Brit, leaving an anxious Braddock hopping on her planted stem. With the leg in her possession, Olivia swung her foe so the Cali Quake’s back was to the buckles, Kat plaintively holding her palms toward the one-time World Champion.
“Let’s play nice now,” Braddock bleated. “We wouldn’t want to lower the refinement of a championship match.”
“Perish the thought!” Dare answered with theatrical solemnity.
They’re the last words she manages for a while as Kat whipped an Enzugiri out of nowhere to Liv’s left temple, the whiplash-inducing collision setting Braddock free and sending Dare drunkenly staggering down the length of the ring. The Brat scurried to her feet and laced her fingers, connecting a Double Axhandle above her head, ready to drive the joined fists into the crown of the Brit’s noggin from behind.
But a turning Olivia had one of her own at the ready and swung on a horizontal plane into the plush, tanned tummy of the woman who started her fighting career on the sun-bleached sand of the Left Coast.
Hazel eyes bulging, a doubled Kat gasped for oxygen after a breathy exhale and, with a second use of her ‘handle’, Olivia THUMPED The Brat between her lowered shoulderblades and forced the titles-holder to genuflect in front of her, Kat’s flawless features pinched in pain.
With the speed of a grappler whose been in the ring long enough to be three steps ahead of most, Olivia leaned into the nearby ropes to get a little spring in her step and roared back at a penitent Brat absolutely NAILING the blonde with a vicious Shining Wizard that left Kat splayed on her back, begging to be beaten from her vulnerable position.
Liv wasn't about to look past a dazed gift horse, diving atop the muddled Champ Champ with a Back Press while cradling both of Braddock’s abbreviated lower limbs toward her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Cali Quake broke free, thrusting a shoulder up while heaving Dare off, the Oncoming Storm ending seated next to her adversary but perfectly pleased to take more fight to the buxom battler.
Olivia spun to Kat, pushing Braddock to her chest and diving on her back. There, she quickly grapevined her longer, leaner legs around those of Katrina Two-Belts, spreading The Brat’s lower limbs into a wide ‘V’ while applying a Crossface Chinlock topside. The Dare Snare sprung, Olivia roughly worked above, wrenching head and neck to the side while remaining flat to Kat’s back, Braddock’s chest and tummy glued to the canvas beneath, the Champ Champ with no base from which to even try to rise.
“I could keep you here all night until I rip your head off,” Olivia grunted between efforts to seemingly do just that. “So you might consider giving me your World belt. I’ll let you stay in your Lightweight Dream world as dethroned champ of that division in all but name.”
Kat clawed her nails into the mat, desperately drawing herself toward the neighboring cables, a 'TAP…TAP…TAP!' chant ringing in her ears until she wrapped a palm around the lowest strand. Braddock mumbled out a plea/demand for a break that’s more a muffled grunt.
Castle was able to translate and called for Dare to release. Olivia enjoyed her position for a full four-count before relenting on her Grapevine below and Chinlock above. The Snare released, Olivia disdainfully rubbed Kat’s sweat-glistening face into the canvas before pushing off, retreating a few steps and motioning the beachy Brat to her feet.
A furious Braddock glanced over her shoulder at the imperious Brit, the woman acting as if SHE were the best in the world when the most important FAWN gold proclaimed it’s her and her alone. Cursing and snarling, Braddock climbed to her feet, face rosy from recent abrasions against the canvas. She turned to Dare. “Scarecrows don’t intimidate me,” Kat growled. “I laid out Dayna freakin’ Erza, bitch. You’re her after a two-week hunger strike.”
Kat charged her challenger with hands extended for a tie-up when Olivia pulled hers away, pivoting and lifting a knee DEEP into the malleable midriff of the Cali Quake. Pulling the dipped and moaning Braddock close in a Side Headlock, Liv walks her foe back to the ropes and heaved her to the opposite side.
Kat pounded the canvas with an invigorating jiggle in her step and hit the cables at full speed with a quarter-turn. With Dare mid-ring, Braddock rebounded, having lost none of her velocity. Kat lowered her shoulders, ready to snap the English twig in two with a simple but oh so effective Spear. However, Dare nimbly leapfrogged and the Champ Champ continued racing to her second set of strands. Again, the tenacious Brat threw herself into the rubber-coated steel and bounded back to a spinning Olivia, 'Liv a half-tick slow and it’s enough for Kat to RUN HER THROUGH with a goring tackle that seemed as though it might split Dare through the middle.
The California Quake airlifted the gutted Brit several steps before PLANTING Olivia against the deck with ring-rattling force. Kat hovered on all fours over the spreadeagled Englishwoman, gazing down with immense satisfaction.
“Now that’s a proper football tackle, your majesty.”
Kat dropped her fulsome form across Dare in a Lateral Press, hooking a limp leg of the challenger, the FAWNatics silent with concern for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia spasmed to life, throwing an arm up, and keeping the hope of the sellout crowd alive, the assembled nervously cheering when they saw Castle lift only two fingers.
Kat turned to Nick. “What did I say?” The ref shook his head, held two digits aloft.
Braddock grabbed a wrist and a handful of Olivia’s locks. She ripped Dare to her feet and nestled behind the taller, more slender grappler, wrapping her arms around the taut abs of the Oncoming Storm. Kat showed her sturdy, power-packed frame, lifting Liv in a Bear Hug, Dare’s lower limbs flying in front of her, only to return down on either side of Kat’s posted knee with an Atomic Drop.
Dare’s crotch SLAMMED HARD on the plank of a genuflecting Kat’s upper leg and Olivia bounced HIGH into the air, hands buried between her sinewy thighs. She came to earth bow-legged, her throbbing kitty leaving her frozen in place, eyes welling from the waves of pain from below.
“That's right.” Braddock scoffed as she took a moment to 'flick' her trunks across her buns. “That's exactly the sort of terrified deference I should see out of a has-been like you when you're intruding on MY ring.”
“Spuuhhh... spell deference for me, chamPAAARRRRHHHH!”
Kat unsheathed her claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked 'Liv from shoulders to buttocks like she meant to draw blood! Already off balance, the ferocious scratching sent Dare tottering toward the nearest ropes where she would've happily caught her breath if Braddock hadn't closed in and snatched hold of the challenger's waistband. An instinctual Backhand split the air above Kat's head but otherwise did nothing save swing Olivia around in a half circle. This ultimately proved more useful for the Champ Champ as Braddock went low and wrapped her arms around the Englishwoman's upper thighs, then shot up on tiptoe to hoist her burden high into the air. Eyes wide with alarm, Dare couldn't muster a defense quick enough to prevent the Quake from going down on one knee to THWHUMP her undercarriage with a second Atomic Drop, this one of the Inverted variety.
Braddock had meant the move to put Olivia on her knees so she was more than a little miffed when the slender veteran remained upright, albeit even more wobbly than previous. Quite happy to help the old lady find her seat, Kat captured a wrist in both hands, then surged forward to send Dare backpedaling with a short but powerful Shoulderblock. Still tethered by the Wristlock, 'Liv stumbled as far as she could before Braddock dropped her hips and yanked the Briton forward with all her considerable strength. Releasing her grip so she could stuff both hands into the taller woman's armpits, Braddock shot Olivia skyward only to welcome her return to the canvas with a massive Elbow Smash that THWHACKED offa the challenger's jaw!
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLHuvXNmaGY
The scintillating blow left Olivia starfished on the deck looking up at the rafters with glassy eyes, a condition that did not improve when the Beach Blaster ran the ropes and came back with a hundred and twenty-three pound Splash that THWHAMMED down across the challenger's vulnerable midsection! Olivia juddered beneath the encroaching weight and tried to roll to one side but Kat was having none of it and she forced the Englishwoman's shoulders flat before collecting the far leg for a count of...
RUNNING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYrLFj9rDiY
ONE...
TWO...
The Blackbird fluttered free just after 'TWO' with an amount of energy that Braddock considered downright disrespectful. “You think you can just get away with kicking out of my offense, stringbean?” Kat sneered as she hauled Olivia to her feet with a double fistful of hair. “You start doing shit like that on the regular and every noodle-armed, flat-chested beeyotch in the locker room will think they can hang and I simply can't have that.”
“Nuuuuhhhh... no you cannot.” Dare groaned. “Such events might force you to act like a proper champion and that's simply unthinkabNNNGGGHH!”
A scowling Kat thumped a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across Olivia's shoulders, then slipped her head beneath the blonde's left arm. In what was fast becoming a familiar sight, Braddock wrapped her foe up for an Atomic Drop and muscled her up onto the ball of the Cali Quake's right shoulder so that the soles of her boots were pointed at the overhead lights. But rather than go down on one knee for a third time, Kat simply tossed the challenger forward and down, a sort of free fall Atomic Drop that THAWHAMMED Dare tush-first against the unforgiving deck!
With 'Liv splay-legged and clearly stunned after the unpleasant impact, Braddock threw herself into the strands in front of the penitent challenger and rushed back the way she came to CRUSH Dare against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a gorgeous Low Angle Crossbody! The cleverly administered Splash shot Olivia's legs into the air again and Kat made sure to hook both, the brawny blonde neatly shifting into a Back Press kept her prey folded in half through...
LOW ANGLE RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Olivia shoved her way to freedom again and Kat was not happy, either with her or with the idiot Nick Castle. “What did I tell you?” she snapped at the long-suffering official. “I'm not here to waste time with this relic!”
Nick regarded her blandly. “Then maybe you should concentrate on putting her away instead of pouting at me.”
Braddock was about to give him the sharp side of her tongue when a snicker from the Englishwoman diverted her attention. “Something funny, scarecrow?” she growled.
“Apparently the officiating staff has figured out what the locker room already knows. I suspect that means the techs and ring crew know as well. The front office might not, but they've always been good at burying their heads in the sand.”
Something about the other blonde's tone set Kat's blood to boiling. It felt like she was the last one in on some massive private joke and she hated it. Burying her hands in Dare's tousled locks, she hauled the Brit upright, then wrapped both arms around her waist and clamped down in a tight Bear Hug! The height differential might've intimidated some wrestlers, but the Cali Quake knew no such weakness and indeed she wasn't surprised at all when 'Liv hopped up and braced her shins against the champ champ's upper thighs to relieve some of the strain. “Submit!” Braddock bounced and jostled the Bear Hug, the burly little Beach Kat clearly relishing the feel of her adversary's wriggling. “I mean it, you skinny putz! Tap out now or I'll snap you into tiny, crying pieceSSEERRRGGHH!”
Dare couldn't get out so she hunkered forward as best she could and coiled her right arm around Kat's head. In the same instant she straightened her legs and crossed her ankles to secure a damned snug Guillotine Choke while still caught within the confines of the Hug. Startled by the sudden pressure in her neck and waist, Braddock stumbled and actually went down on one knee, her collapse earning a loud roar from the crowd.
Nick didn't roar but he did get in close to check on the penitent champ. “You ok, Kat? Tell me someth--”
“I'm fine.” Braddock growled. “Her bony-ass legs just surprised me, that's HHHRRRRHHHH!”
Olivia cranked down on the Front Facelock while leaning back as far as she could, the shifting angles forcing Kat to break the Bear Hug so she could brace both palms against the mat. “You sure you're ok, luv?” Dare didn't sound like a woman on the verge of collecting the World Title, she could've been commenting on the unlikely possibility of rain for all the concern expressed. “Because right now you're on all fours breathing hard while I squeeze the life out of NNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Kat let out a little roar as she clambered to her feet, reapplied the Bear Hug and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed that much tighter! “WHO'S GETTING SQUEEZED NOW, BITCH?” Braddock shook the Englishwoman from side to side, though those damned Scissors prevented the ragdolling she wanted out of the skinny hag. “YOU CAN SQUEEZE ALL YOU WANT OLD WOMAN, I'M THE QUEEN OF CRUSH AND THERE'S NOT A DAMNED THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT GAAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAAHHHK!”
There was actually quite a bit Dare could do about it, as Kat discovered when the veteran released the Facelock and grabbed a double handful of hair instead. Feeling her head wrenched back at a sharp angle, Braddock grit her teeth in anticipation of a Headbutt and instead found herself cringing in disgust when the Blackbird leaned in and liiiiiiiicked her from chin to earlobe! It was so unexpected that Kat dropped the Bear Hug and stomped away wiping furiously at that side of her face.
CLEVER GIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVKsbE00JEQ
“Nasty bitch!” the Cali Quake growled as she regained her bearings. “I'll bust you into a million pieces for that tacky shit!” No response from the understandably breathless Dare, so Braddock rushed over and—CRACK! Olivia caught her coming in with a huge Slap, the Oncoming Storm making a point to strike the same spot she'd so tickled with the tip of her tongue. Head rattling, arms windmilling, Kat thought she might just timber to her back when Olivia snatched hold of her left wrist and stretched the limb out full length. From tongue, to palm, to boot, Braddock's cheek felt the full trifecta once Dare whipped up her foot and wedged it against the champ's jaw. Just like that the Briton hopped up and laid out, 'Liv landing flat to STUFF her opponent's face with a heaping helping of Sole Food! Braddock shot up on tiptoe before hitting the canvas hard on her shoulder and hip, the Champ Champ looking thoroughly quaked as Olivia glommed on and rolled her to her back so she could cover for the...
SOLE FOOD @ 00:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqmMYr8Swjo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat got a hand under Olivia's chin and shoved her onto her haunches with half a second to spare!
Undaunted by the younger wrestler's escape, Dare cupped Braddock's chin in both hands and hauled them both to boot-leather before twisting around back to back with Kat's head wrenched awkwardly over her right shoulder. From there she dropped to her knees, a short, sharp descent that jolted Braddock's noggin courtesy a truncated Hangman's Neckbreaker. Still palming the American's chin, Dare got to her feet and spun Kat into a Front Facelock just to drop back back and THWHUNK the crown of her skull into the mat with a DDT!
NECKBREAKER & DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOcwkchRBGE
Kat tumbled through to a seat, then rolled onto all fours and reared back on her knees, the woozy blonde instinctively fighting to keep her shoulders off the canv--“RRRRGGGHHHHHH!” Dare grabbed Kat by the hair and yanked her head back so she could step one leg and then the other over the kneeling blonde's shoulders. “Nuuuuuhhh... NO!” Kat gurgled as the Inverted Standing Headscissors wrenched her neck at an awkward angle. “Get your skinny ass offa HHHHRRRRRGGGHHH!”
In no mood to ease off now that she had Kat's chin wedged against the fork of her crotch, Olivia crouched down and leaned forward to come to rest on her palms while the Scissors bent Braddock into an arch that put increasing strain on her neck, spine and lower-back. As if that wasn't bad enough, Dare's tummy was all over her face, that grinding washboard threatening to smother the Brat into oblivion. “You want out?” Olivia crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeezed until she felt Kat squealing against her navel. “You'll have to surrender one of those precious belts, luv. It's the only way you're leaving this ring under your own power.”
With no leverage whatsoever, Braddock stuck in a Scissor-based version of a Dragon Sleeper. Kat spread her arms wide and brought them together to THWAP open palms against Dare’s ribs.
“She’s tappin’” Olivia claimed halfheartedly, smirking at Castle as he shook his head.
But when those ineffectual paddles turned to curled claws and scraped down her sides, Liv was less jovial, having to fight from bleating in pain.
“You’re a poor excuse for a champion,” Olivia grunted as the stinging trails grew to welts. “But you’re the perfect Brat. They got that part right.”
The Brit leaned forward even more until the crown of the blonde’s braincase touched the canvas, Liv’s spandex-sheathed crotch slipping over Kat’s chin, Dare’s womanhood now supplying the smother rather than her chiseled abdomen.
A muffled cry vibrated from below, sending a slight and apparently pleasant shiver up the Blackbird’s spinal column.
“How about that? You are good for something,” the challenger needled.
Releasing her Scissors, Olivia pushed to a handstand above the bridging Brat, then brought her body splashing down in a single file atop the curled Champ Champ, flattening the Beach Blaster to the canvas, Kat emitting an urgent exhale.
In a full body pin of the buxom blonde. Olivia tried to Grapevine her stems around the more abbreviated gams of the titleholder, but Kat slammed her legs tight. The countermeasures allowed Dare to easily slide up Kat’s curvy frame, the Englishwoman pressing her A-cups to Braddock’s pouty lips. Above, Liv’s palms wrapped tightly around Kat’s wrists, pinning arms high and shoulders tight to canvas.
Kat thrust her hips, but couldn't budge Olivia off through…
ONE…
TWO…
Finally desperation proves the mother of necessity, a yelping Kat finding the energy to tip Dare to the side and roll a shoulder off the canvas. Olivia still owned Kat’s arms however and, keeping them far above and out of the way, Dare went from nose to nose to a more anger-inducing nose to tongue, the Blackbird taking a lolly lick of the tip of Kat’s beak.
Flustered, Braddock screeched at Castle.
“Make her staaahhhp DOING that!”
“I believe that’s your job,” Nick informed.
“Now there’s a man who knows what he’s talking about,” Olivia added.
Refusing to release her handles on the blonde, the slender Storm tugged a repulsed Brat up with her, then tossed Braddock halfway across the ring with a double arm throw. The surprisingly agile fireplug used the somersault momentum, popping to vertical. The Quake spun to take up the battle head-on but was instantly gutted by a Toe Kick from the ready and willing Dare.
Her malleable midriff plundered, a breathless, bug-eyed Kat was flagging in front of the seemingly ever energized mind of the Blackbird. Olivia quickly secured Double Underhooks on Katrina Two-Belts and heaved the sturdy, flaxen-haired fireplug head over heels, Kat ending curled over Liv’s right shoulder, pointed to the rafters.
Braddock had a second to squirm before Olivia sat out, trying to snap the vertebrae of the dual champ with a wicked Backbreaker.
OVER THE SHOULDER DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSFsd3gMiQk
A demolished Braddock slopped to her back where Dare stacked herself on top with a Lateral Press, hooking the near leg, the FAWNatics cheerily counting along in celebration for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
There’s no movement from The Brat’s shoulders, but she found a way to drop a lethargic leg over the bottom rope and the eagle-eyed Castle caught the limb’s location to the crowd’s disappointment.
'Liv wondered where her third slap’s gone. She glanced up and saw Nick pointing to the draped ankle. Dare sighed in frustration but also regard for Braddock’s industry.
“You’re no Imp, but maybe you’re not dog dirt either,” the Brit grumbled, coming as close to magnanimous as she’s likely to get.
Wrapping fingers around a wrist and snatching the scruff of the blonde’s neck with her opposite set, the resourceful Blackbird maintained her growing control over the faltering Brat.
Olivia walked her adversary to a corner and drew back Braddock’s noggin back, then SLAMMED forehead into top buckle for a full ten-count, Kat’s tanned stems growing rubbery by the conclusion of the set.
The challenger spun a spent Kat to face her, leaning a champion on her last legs deep into the corner. Suddenly, The Brat lashed out with a set of windmill slaps to Dare’s modest chest, the THWACK echoing enough to send a ‘WOOO’ following close behind. Olivia stumbled back a few steps, both in surprise and so not to have another set send a repeat stinging burn through her chest.
Hope springing in Two-Belts, Kat surged toward the wincing Brit, but Olivia’s ready to dip and ‘hup’ the rushing Brat up to an Electric Chair position atop her shoulders.
Dare quickly reached high, looping her hands behind the dipped head of the World and Lightweight Champion. She tugged down hard on the trapped Kat, Braddock’s attempt to swing the impetus in her direction swiftly squashed by a heaping helping of 'Liv’s signature English Breakfast.
ENGLISH BREAKFAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOavJmX0kUs
Sitting out and PLOWING the back of a cradled Kat’s head and shoulders into the canvas, the ring rattles as a comatose Kat spread out languidly between the extended lower limbs of the lithe Englishwoman.
'Liv reached forward and hooked a leg, stacking the curvy frame of the blonde atop her shoulders for the certain…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The groan from the sellout throng was guttural and emotional, the fans in disbelief a woman many considered a ‘right place, right time’ World Champion could withstand the beating a likely future Hall of Famer was laying upon her.
Dare showed little concern, pushing up to vertical as she watched a groggy Braddock reach all fours and try to put her battered body into some form of locomotion. Dare strolled after the creeping blonde, taking the opportunity of a brief respite to her best advantage. But as Kat approached a set of ropes, Liv decided her foe’s gotten close enough to a possible escape hatch.
Grabbing an arm and shoulder, Dare guided a shaken Beach Blaster to unsteady feet. The former World Champ drew the current to the nearest corner where the Blackbird found a seated perch atop the uppermost padding, transferring her grip to a Front Facelock while making the climb.
Settling into a crouch, Olivia prepared to launch and deliver a Daredevil DDT for the ages that would begin her second trip to the summit of FAWN’s Everest.
But before she could reach liftoff, Braddock peppered balled right hands into 'Liv’s ribs and, as she broke loose from her confinement, into jaw and temple until Dare’s rocked and nearly falling to the apron as the pop behind The Brat’s fists grew in time with the worry of the FAWNatics.
Wrapping her arms around the slender alabaster thighs of the challenger, the curvy Quake pulled a wide-eyed Dare off her seat, carrying her toward the middle and depositing Olivia with interest to the thinly-sheathed floorboards via a ring-reverberating Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9yXZ6Y9kvo&t=135s
Looking more relieved than pleased to have finally wrested control from the puddled Olivia, a sweat-drenched and depleted Braddock knelt on her haunches, passing on a pin attempt to draw in deep lungfuls of oxygen.
She sank her nails into 'Liv’s scalp and tugged the challenger to her feet, pointing her at the distant buckles. Two-Belts heaved her adversary toward the far corner with a whip and, as a spinning Dare’s spine SLAMMED into the buckles, Kat was shot out of a cannon. The Cali Quake leapt into her Beach Crossbody attack, ramming midriff to midriff, showing she’s not afraid to test her Achilles’ tummy.
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8
Braddock winced after the meaty, perpendicular collision but 'Liv looked much the worse for wear as Braddock spun outside the ropes, leaving a slumped and sagging Dare leaning heavily against the corner within.
Gifted a prime position on the veteran's six, Kat grabbed a double handful of hair and gave 'Liv's noggin a hard shake before she shoved her head forward and THWHUMPED a nasty Headbutt into the nape of the taller woman's neck. Dare sagged but didn't go down so Braddock nudged her arms offa the top rope and sent her wobbling toward the middle of the ring with a hard shove. Behind her, the Brat slipped a leg through the ropes before changing her mind to return to the apron. From there she climbed into the high rent district, a development that earned an 'oooooohhhh' from the FAWNatics as the Champ Champ wasn't known for death defying acrobatics. And while Braddock didn't hold her perch with the effortless ease of a Lily Burlingame or Estrina Starfire, she certainly didn't look out of place in the penthouse. Hunkering into an expectant crouch as the former champion regained her bearings, Braddock waited until Dare started to turn before she leapt out into the void with knees raised high and stretched into a dangerous 'V', Kat bowled Olivia over with a huge Thesz Press that THWHAMMED the Blackbird down hard on the back of her head and shoulders! Careful to remain astride her mount even as Dare's legs kicked into the air, the Cali Quake hooked both limbs tight and leeeeeeeeeeeeaned down so her forehead was almost touching the mat. Now it was the challenger sputtering and moaning as Kat fed her a whole lotta tummy while Castle counted off...
DIVING THESZ PRESS @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOujB0MpxRA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dare bridged up and twisted to one side, shoveling Braddock clear at the last possible moment!
Furious at the spindly old hag's durability, The Brat scrambled to verticality and put a few boots to the veteran en route to hauling her upright with a double handful of hair. “So you think you're gonna put tummy on me, scarecrow? Lemme show you what happens to twigs in an earthquake!”
Dare didn't get a chance to respond because Kat immediately slipped one arm through her thighs and another over her shoulder so she could scoop her up and toss her right back down with a BOOMING Body Slam! With the Oncoming Storm properly placed, Braddock whipped 'round on the spot and bounded into the ropes to the vulnerable blonde's left. Her return trip was just as quick but far more eventful as the Beach Blaster sprang up and stretched out every bit of her sixty-two inches to come THWHAPPING down not across Olivia's chest or tummy, but directly across her face!
The Pandora-approved tactic earned groans from Dare and the crowd alike, though the latter were far louder in their response. It also left Braddock in excellent position to go for a pin, yet she paid the opportunity no mind and hurried back to verticality instead. She could've skipped over Olivia on her way to the other side of the ring, so it spoke volumes that she elected to stomp on the Brit's tummy to kick off her encore of the ropes. Second verse proved same as the first, Braddock taking to the skies for a vertical leap that culminated with her THWHAPPING that dangerous tummy atop the Englishwoman's delicate features! The second Splash seemed to clear Kat of her vengeful haze in that this time she didn't hesitate to hook Dare's far leg for a count of...
ONE...
TWO....
THRNO--“OOOOOWWWWW!”
The Brat scurried away from the pin of her own accord, one hand pressed tight to the stinging red welt that now marred her terrible tummy. “BITCH!” Kat squealed as she rubbed out the worst of the pain. “No one treats me like that, least of all a poseur like--”
“You're the only fraud in this ring, Katherine.” Dare rasped. “The fact that you're the only one who can't see it makes it all the more poignantNNNGGGHH!”
Braddock rushed over to unleash several more stomps to the bendy-back's head and shoulders. “You can't say that about me!” the fireplug blonde snarled as she dragged Dare to her feet. “No one can say that about me because I'm the Lightweight Champion! I'm the World Champion! I'm the only woman on this roster who fucking matters! And my name is Katrina, you limey bitch! Katrina Two-Belts in fact!”
To prove as much she crouched low and wrapped her arms around 'Liv's upper thighs. Soon as her hands were locked she shot up on tiptoe and went down on one knee to THUMP the challenger's crotch with a huge Inverted Atomic Drop! Dare went knock-kneed without actually losing her balance so Braddock yanked her stems out from underneath with a Double Leg Takedown, then kick-nudged 'em into a 'V' before stomping over to the nearest corner. Another trip to the penthouse had the crowd on their feet and Kat loving every second of it. “Brace yourselves, idiots!” she shouted to the Orlando faithful. “I think the Big One's coming!”
Wouldn't ya know it, the Champ Champ's prediction became prophecy once she crouched down and leapt out into the lights, Braddock keeping her arms stretched wide to better guide the crotch-crushing Headbutt ho—NO! Olivia didn't actually roll out of the way, instead the crafty veteran planted her feet and pushed back several inches so that Kat's forehead THWHAMMED against the thinly-sheathed plywood instead of her thinly-sheathed center!
Braddock bounced hard on impact, the blonde rearing back on her knees with both hands flying toward her throbbing face. Only one of 'em made it though, as Dare snatched hold of the Champ Champ's left wrist and yanked her arm out full length to draw Braddock down onto her belly even as the Brit's legs came up & around her defenseless skull. Oh the cruel vagaries of fate. Only moments prior Kat Braddock wanted nothing more than to drive her forehead into the challenger's crotch, now she desired nothing more than separation. Alas such a wish was currently impossible, what with her left bicep snugged tight against her own throat and Dare's legs clamped to her skull like a vise wrapped in velvet.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRJpJc8mkLs
“Nooooooooow I know why you're so familiar.” Olivia offered a grim smile to the suffering fireplug. “Avery... Chrissy... Kitty... all you entitled little tubs of quit tend to run together after all this time.”
“FAAAAAHHHHHK YOOOOOOOU!” Kat shrieked in fury and despair, the waving her free hand in equally desperate negation as Nick hunkered down to be heard over the resounding 'TAP!' chants.
“What do you say, Kat?” he already knew the answer, but the rapidly increasing flush in The Brat's cheeks was quite alarming. “Say the word and I'll call for the be--” “NO! I'M THE CHAMP!” she bellowed. “I DON'T QUIT FOR ANYHHHHRRRGGGGGGHH!”
Olivia thrust her hips up and streeeeeeeeeetched out, the Blackbird using Braddock's agony to remind every woman in the locker room that not even the New Hotness was safe against her technical tortures. Where Kat thrashed and the crowd cheered, 'Liv could've been carved from ice. The gold was within her grasp and she had no intention of letting loose until Braddock was tapping out or nap--
The Beach Blaster let out a strangled roar as she grabbed a handful of Dare's trunks at the left hip and plowed forward onto her knees! Doing so stacked the challenger on her shoulders and Kat could've tried to hold her there for a pin but adrenaline was a helluva drug and Braddock was tweaked out of her mind as she clambered to her feet and sloooooooooowly hoisted Dare up onto her shoulders for what could only be a PowerbomNOOOO! Though loathe to abandon the Triangle, Olivia wasn't interested in getting dropped on her head either so she jabbed a few quick elbows into Braddock's forehead, then undid her Scissors and dropped to one knee in front of the Californian.
“Buuuhhhh... buuuuhhhh.... bitch.” a shopworn Kat reeled in place as the blood rushed back to her brain. “You're not gonna take this from NNNGGGHH!”
Dare shot up on tiptoes and clipped the shorter blonde's chin with a European Uppercut that sent Braddock reeling into the ropes. The Quake looked shaken as any could ever recall, yet the strands at her back must've cleared her head somewhat because she charged out and fired off a Big Boot at the Brit's fa-- Olivia caught her ankle in both hands, then twisted around and dropped into a crouch so she could drape the captured limb across her shoulders. Straightening up in the next instant she drew Kat's head into a Front Facelock and hoisted her into the sky ass over teakettle, the Oncoming Storm spinning through a full rotation before she laid out and THAWHUNKED Braddock down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Quatermass Buster! Kat slopped onto her back and the Englishwoman covered her, 'Liv making a point to smoosh her tummy into those truculent features as she hooked the far leg and the FAWNatics counted...
QUATERMASS BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L3Pt-G7o9U
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock twitched a shoulder off the canvas, her escape calling down an incredulous cacophony from those gathered for Heartbroken. Beside her, Olivia looked ashen but still resolute as she pondered her next move. Of course there was really only one choice left at this point so no one was surprised when the bendy-back moved around to the fireplug's feet and caught hold of her left ankle. “You may walk around with a belt on each shoulder, Katrina.” Dare muttered as she hoisted the other blonde's leg off the mat. “But you have no concept of what it means to be a champion.” Braddock couldn't answer so Olivia crouched down and hooked that leg over her-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Brat drilled several desperate kicks into the veteran's hip to keep Dare from securing the Oli-Viaticum and a second World Championship run. Her leg was still very much in the Englishwoman's possession however and Kat was having the damndest time getting free so rather than waste more precious energy she spiked her elbows into the mat and crab-crawled toward the ropes as fast as she co-- “BREAK!” Braddock gripped the middle rope like a lifeline. “BREAK IT, DAMN YOUNNNNGGGHH!”
Olivia slipped Kat's leg off her shoulder but held onto her ankle long enough to rear back and THWHACK a vicious Soccer Kick into the Champ Champ's vulnerable glutes! Kat wailed and scrambled through the ropes to the apron where she clambered to her feet and glared daggers through the Blackbird. “This is MY time.” she almost whispered. “I didn't topple Alves and Erza just to hand these back to a member of the old guard.”
“Prove it then.” Olivia fired back. “Prove it with more than words and smirky little lingerie photoshoots with the belts in the background.”
“I don't have to prove anything to you.”
“Then you're not a champion. You're a mannequin draped in gold.”
Braddock slipped through the ropes and charged with upraised claws only to get doubled over with a quick Toe Kick to the gut. Quick to reel the Quake into a Front Facelock, Olivia slung the near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a handful of waistband so she could hoist Kat overhead for a Vertical Sup-- Kat crunched in on herself to deliver a pair of awkward albeit effective Kneelifts to the crown of Dare's skull. Not knockout blows by any means, though they did force the Englishwoman to return her burden to the canvas. A moment passed while 'Liv reset her hooks and then-- Braddock let out an effortful grunt and powered the challenger to high noon so she could deliver a Vertical Suplex of her own!
Olivia groaned, went to sit up and found Kat still had tight rein on the Front Facelock. Their positions shifted shortly thereafter when the Beach Blaster rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to verticality with the Brit still in her clutches. This was no place for Dare to find herself so late in the game and she pounded vicious little punches into the blonde's flank, yet Kat wouldn't be denied and she muscled the Oncoming Storm all the way to high noon for another Sup-- 'OOOOOHHH'S' from the crowd as Kat kicked a leg forward and dropped back to SPIKE the challenger's noggin with a beautiful Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nhA6Lm8DPo
Now it was Olivia's turn to puddle out on the mat and much like she'd done in the same position, Kat showed no inclination toward mercy. Front Facelock STILL intact, Braddock rolled onto her tummy and hauled the both of 'em upright. But this time the subsequent lift was much shorter, Kat happy to set Dare's shins atop her thighs while catching the faltering blonde's left leg in a snug cradle. The FAWNatics shouted for Olivia to fight loose, find another escape hatch, anything to avoid the concussive fate of-- Kat rocked up on her heels and dropped back with extreme prejudice to THWHONK Olivia's forehead into the canvas as hard as she could.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Somersaulted into a glassy-eyed sprawl by the Kat Nap, Dare only burbled oblivious nothings when Braddock climbed aboard, pinned both wrists high overhead and brazenly applied tummy to face while Nick swooped in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Kat nodded in satisfaction and rolled onto her back, the diminutive powerhouse too exhausted to do more than raise a defiant middle finger as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight and World Champion... KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat reached an arm toward Castle.
“Help,” she muttered, almost beseechingly.
Moved by the weary plea from the sweat-soaked visage of the FAWN World and Lightweight Champion, the organization’s lead official grabbed a wrist and carefully hauled the flaxen-haired fireplug to wobbly feet
“Belts.” Braddock requested breathlessly.
Castle moved to the ropes and collected the titles. Carefully, almost lovingly he draped them over right and left shoulder, then handed Kat a microphone for her trouble…and ate a pie-face shove that puts the shocked zebra on his ass.
“You almost cost me these belts ya old stooge,” the Quake growled into the amplifier. “Now get out of my ring!”
Embarrassed by having been taken in, even for a second, Castle shook his head and rolled out of the squared circle, the jeers of the crowd reaching an ear-splitting volume.
Kat raised each gaudy strip of gold and leather aloft with her left hand, the two most high-profile titles in the organization showing her unparalleled prominence. Stick to full lips, Katrina Two-Belts let the crowd know.
“Nobody else, you losers! Nobody can do what I do.”
Kat placed a boot sole on Olivia’s softly swelling chest, Dare still mid-coma from a deep Nap. Braddock stared down at the sleeping beauty.
“I’m not worthy? Bytch! I’m the ONLY ONE who’s worthy.”
The Champ Champ turned her attention to the lens of the hard cam.
“Hell. Psy Ops? Put the tag belts up, I’ll beat you too! Big Vic? All mine!”
Kat glanced down at a stirring Dare and the movement seemed to offend her. Braddock tossed the microphone aside with a ‘ga-lunk’ and fortified her right elbow with both faceplates. The Brat kicked Olivia’s lifeless stems wide and the Beach Blaster got down to business, doubling down with a metal-infused drop to Liv’s privates.
Olivia shot bolt upright to a seat from the vicious impact, dark eyes rolling back in her head, jaw dropping open as she squeaked in anguish. Another swipe of the belts from Kat CRASHED into the jaw of the vanquished and turned Dare’s lights out for the night, the Brit ending in a wide spread eagle.
Kat grabbed the stick and rose, staring down the big lens.
“Another legend on the ash heap, ladies and gents. Another somebody I made a nobody! And I’m just getting started!”
Braddock dropped the mic on what’s left of Olivia and handed her over to the clean-up crew, the Blackbird broken and Heartbroken’s ultimate moment belonging to The Brat as the screen faded to black.
The sound for her name was followed by a rumble of throat-born thunder while the speakers produced the somnolent, smoothly aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the former Lightweight and World Champion appeared atop the stage to greet the Heartbroken masses with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For the her first and hopefully only encounter with Kitty Two-Belts, the bendy Blackbird sported a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the crowd a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to regard a waving sign:
QUAKES GOT NOTHING ON STORMS!
“Not entirely true.” she said with a faint smile. “This particular Quake will have my boots on her all night long.” That earned a loud cheer from the aisle-side so Dare returned her attention to the ring and swiftly made her way up the steel steps at the corner. A short stroll took her to the middle of the apron where she turned to face the stage before draping her arms across the rubber-coated steel. A little push off the bottom rope was more than enough to send her over the strands in an elegant slow motion back-flip that earned another loud cheer from those assembled. Now situated in the center of the ring, she raised an index finger one more time, then made her way to the far corner where Nick Castle offered a quick greeting before tending to the final inspection.
With the Oncoming Storm having settled across tonight’s final battlefield, a Richter scale rumble traversed the arena’s sound system. The FAWNatics transformed both their ovation for Dare and the thunder from the speakers to an earthquake-sized round of boos, the assembled making clear their distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her dubious talents.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a blinding light.
When the dazzling illumination subsided, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding blonde stood center stage. With the Lightweight belt strapped around her plush, tanned tummy, the Cali Quake lifted the bigger, gaudier World belt off a shoulder.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Her gilded resume made clear, the buxom Brat chuckled at the wall of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY!” she mouthed to the crowd.
Lowering FAWN’s top prize back across her right shoulder, Kat headed for the squared circle with a Cheshire grin. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strode toward the title combat zone in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks and boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
Kat’s gear (
and ( ). Reaching the ring, Kat leveled her contempt at the woman who formerly carried the same World Title strap proudly and fearlessly. Braddock passed the steps, instead snatching a microphone off the Announcer’s table. Kat moved back to the steel stairs and climbed, slipping between the cables when she reaches the apron.
Boldly moving to the center, showing little concern for her top-flight challenger, Braddock raised the stick to her lips as her music faded.
“Shea. Emily. Chrissy. Dream. Sammie. Are we sensing a trend?”
The throng forces every negative decibel available, though they surely did.
“I’m showing these so-called legends their mortality and guess who’s next on my hit list.”
Kat turned her hazel eyes in Olivia’s direction with a smirk firmly planted.
“They all think they have the answer and all you people know they’ll beat me. And where they do they end up? Taking a Nap.”
Braddock looked the Brit up and down.
“I don’t know. This skinny bytch is lookin’ awful sleepy to me.”
The Quake dropped her mic and kicked it out of the ring, then unsnapped her Lightweight belt so she could show off both championships while the Announcer honored her with the proper welcome.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent revulsion more impressive now that Braddock could rightly claim her treasured moniker of ‘Katrina Two-Belts’!
Kat moved to the ropes and hands over her hardware, demanding the attendant treat her babies right. Unburdened, The Brat sauntered to the corner opposite a stoic Olivia, feigning a yawn as the bell brings Heartbroken’s main event to order.
The FAWNatics had grown used to the Champ Champ lounging in the corner once the bell sounded, Braddock more than happy to have the plebeian putzes of the world come to her for a momentary brush with greatness so it came as a genuine surprise when the Brat stomped toward center as soon as she was allowed to do so. Perhaps even more surprising was Dare's reaction, or lack thereof. Rather than rush to meet the fireplug blonde she held her ground until Kat was perhaps two-thirds of the way across the squared circle. Only then did she dip her upper body through the top and middle ropes and extend a finger in Castle's direction.
“Get her back, Nick.”
“Oh, you think he's going to stop-- hey, don't touch me, Castle! Don't even think about it!”
The Senior Official, who'd had to hold numerous wrestlers in check when Braddock treated them to the same obnoxious treatment, made sure to keep the smile off his face as he said, “She's in the ropes, that means you stay back, champ.” Then to Dare. “Match is live, 'Liv. Come out now or I'll start counting.”
The Blackbird nodded, drew back into the ring and strode toward the champion without a word of comment. Juking clear of the referee as soon as she could, Kat hunched forward in a grappler's crouch and lunged at the slender Brit-- Olivia twisted aside and in so doing trailed her fingers along the curve of Braddock's left hip. It didn't hurt in the slightest, hell it barely tickled, but the blonde bared her teeth like she'd just touched a hot stove. Whirling to find the veteran already waiting with hands raised, Kat growled, “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Who am I?” Dare's tone was full of polite incredulity, but her eyes were nothing but scorn. “Don't you recognize me? We've met so many times before!”
The hell we have.” Braddock countered. “Bony ass scarecrow like you, you've never met anyone like me!” Kat's proclamation was still on her lips when she lunged forward and snatched hold of the taller blonde's right wrist. A single quick spin earned a soft grunt as the Arm Wringer tweaked Olivia's shoulder, then the Brat dipped around behind and folded the captured limb up between Dare's shoulders in a Hammerlo--“NNNGGGHH!”
Expecting something far more technical in the way of a response, Braddock was caught off-guard when 'Liv simply jabbed the point of her left elbow into the younger woman's mouth! Kat cursed, stumbled, cursed a little louder when Olivia twisted out of the Hammerlock and slipped 'round behind to crank a Hammerlock of her own. The Quake yelped once but that was all because Dare released the hold and sent Kat on her way with a two-handed shove to those brawny shoulders.
“Remember me yet? We've got so much history, you and I.” Olivia asked once Braddock caught her balance and turned to find the challenger.
“History's all you've got, bitch.” Kat sneered in reply. “Sharing the ring with me has made you more relevant than you've been in years.”
“Why does that sound so familiar?” the Oncoming Storm murmured. “Oh yes, Estrina said it with some regularity when our paths crossed.” she paused and now her smile went from faint to undeniable. “I wonder, do you remember how that story ended you bad little kitNGH!”
Braddock started off high only to come in low, the brawny little battler dipping a shoulder that she promptly stuffed into the pit of Olivia's stomach! Kat wanted to dump Dare to the deck so she could start pounding away, but the Englishwoman looped a sinewy arm around the champ's neck and yoked up with enough force to keep both wrestlers vertical. Still, a plain ol' Front Facelock wasn't going to keep Braddock under control for long as evidenced by the way she answered with a Waistlock around the taller woman's hips. Squeezing hard because she damned well wanted to, Kat plowed and churned her way forward until she felt the Brit stopped by the springy expanse of the ring ropes. Displeased by the pressure on her noggin, Kat cupped her own elbows for extra leverage and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the makeshift Bear Hug until Olivia groaned with the strain.
“Break the hold.” Braddock grunted after she'd hooked her right foot over the bottom strand. “Don't make me tell you twice, Castle. I'm in the ropes, make her break the hoDRRGHOOOOW!”
Olivia reached down with her free hand, grabbed hold of the champ's waistband and sent a great deal of blue lycra sky-high courtesy a nasty wedgie! Genuinely shocked that this bony relic would have the unmitigated audacity to visit such an indignity on her backside, Kat let loose of the Hug and straightened up fast, one index finger jabbing Olivia in the sternum while her other hand set about fixing her distended tights. “BITCH!” she barked. “ARE YOU REALLY THAT TIRED OF BEING ALIV--” CRACK!
The Bitch Slap that swiped Kat's mouth didn't have the gaudy wind-up you'd see from someone like Amara Singh or the Spartan efficiency of Macy Renquist, rather this was the brisk, almost ceremonial movement of a woman who'd just removed a dueling glove to demand some satisfaction.
Kat had certainly been slapped before, it was a hazard that came with the job, one that often resulted in a whole arena full of people cheering her opponent at the top of their lungs. Braddock lived for that reaction, or rather the one that came immediately thereafter, when she caught hold of the offender and tore her into tiny, crying pieces as the cheers curdled to jeers all around her. Tonight however the FAWNatics did not cheer. They laughed. Laughed at her. Like she was some nobody putz that'd just been dismissed by the coolest chick on the planet. Like she was anyone BUT the FAWN World Champion. Gripped by a fury so pure it rooted her to the spot, Kat Braddock touched a hand to her palm-warmed cheek and murmured, “Oh baby, I am going to destroy yoNNNGGHHHH!”
Olivia had draped her arms over the top rope as soon as the slap landed, now she brought up both knees and drove a Mule Kick into the smaller blonde's prodigious chest! Offense wasn't 'Liv's first priority with the strike, rather she wanted to create some separation which was why she pushed off the startled champion and tumbled over the strands to land on the apron in an inversion of her longtime entrance ritual!
Stumbling halfway across the ring must've cleared Braddock's head because she let out a furious roar and charged the ropes with every intention of spearing the Blackbird off her perch all the way to the floor below. And oh how close she came. In truth Kat didn't miss but her target deftly twisted aside, leaving the California Wildcat to finish her pounce braced tummy-first across the second strand. She was already drawing back when Dare lashed out with a kick that THWHACKED off the side of the Champ Champ's skull!
Braddock groaned and crumpled against the rubber-coated steel, she might've muttered something that sounded like 'ropes', unfortunately 'Liv had already collected the Brat's chin in both hands and her words were muffled. Twisting on the ledge so that she and Kat were back to back with the latter's head bent awkwardly over the former's right shoulder. Just like that Olivia kicked her legs forward and dropped off the apron, the former World Champ showing her bona fides to everyone with a nasty Neckbreaker that TWANGED the back of Braddock's skull off the rubber-coated steel! Kat bounced to a seat and rolled away from the ropes with both arms wrapped around her throbbing skull.
NECKBREAKER ON ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPA1OdU9MQA
As for Olivia, she paused just long enough to acknowledge the roar of the Storm Chasers, then she skipped back onto the apron and made her way to the nearest corner where she took up residence on the second rope. Still suffering the aftereffects of the challenger's Neckbreaker, Kat was too busy working out the kinks to realize that Dare was lurking in the shadows of her six. Baring her teeth as she rolled to all fours, the Quake smacked her palms against the mat and snarled, “You're done, hag. No one disrespects me and lives to tell about it.” Then she was up and whirling to find her adversary which ensured she got an excellent view of the Oncoming Storm as she dove from the corner and THWHACKED her right bicep against the point of Kat's chin!
DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT @ 00:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1_JuZU0eK8
The Diving European Uppercut put Braddock flat on her back so Olivia dove across the brawny blonde's heaving midsection and hooked both legs for the...
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TWO...
Kat kicked loose just after 'TWO' and promptly barrel-rolled under the bottom rope before the Englishwoman could stop her. Olivia thought of pursuing her, ultimately decided against it. The ringside corridor was too narrow, too chaotic, too easy for a nasty little gremlin like Braddock to wrestle away control of the contest. So the veteran stood up and retreated to such a distance that she could easily see the champ while remaining well out of grabbing range.
Down on the floor, Kat clambered to her feet and backed away from the ring to watch Dare with furious, baleful eyes. “You're not gonna beat this Quake, bitch.” she promised. “I've already toppled the women that reduced you to rubble!”
Olivia offered her a smile. “So why are you out there, soaking up the count? And why do you look so familiar?”
“YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL WHO I AM!” Braddock barked at the slender Briton. “I'M THE LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION! I'M THE WORLD CHAMPION! I'M THE FACE OF THIS COMPANY FOR AS LONG AS I SEE--”
“No, you don't remind me of a champion, certainly not now.” Dare interrupted thoughtfully. “I'm sure it will come to me if we continue to wrestle. You do intend to keep wrestling, don't you?”
Instead of answering with words, Kat stomped over to the steps and drew back a foot like she meant to punt them into the first few rows. Instead she let out a deep breath and made her way back to the apron before pointing a commanding finger at Nick Castle. “Come over here and hold the ropes for your double champion. Now.”
Castle did as required, the man used to setting aside some of his dignity to move a match forward. Sitting on the middle rope while pushing the top upward, Nick cleared a path for The Brat. Braddock swung herself through.
“Finally, you’re making yourself useful,” the Champ Champ sniffed, coming as close to praise as she’s likely to do for anyone but herself. “Now I want you to have your mat-slappin’ hand ready. No long two counts. They’re not paying either of us by the hour.”
Castle rolled his eyes and motions Kat toward her challenger. Katrina Two-Belts took him up, orbiting with Dare until the two circles slowly joined and the women came together in a Collar-and-Elbow.
With a lower center of gravity, the buxom blonde beach fighter gained leverage and walked Olivia to the buckles behind her, Dare giving up space begrudgingly. As Liv’s back touched, Castle interjected. “Your turn, champ. Break it.”
Kat unhooked and lifted her hands innocently, seemingly ready to follow the rules for once. The flaxen-haired fireplug took a step back, only to surge forward with a Toe Kick aimed at Dare’s slender midriff. But the challenger caught the effort around the ankle before she could gut the Brit, leaving an anxious Braddock hopping on her planted stem. With the leg in her possession, Olivia swung her foe so the Cali Quake’s back was to the buckles, Kat plaintively holding her palms toward the one-time World Champion.
“Let’s play nice now,” Braddock bleated. “We wouldn’t want to lower the refinement of a championship match.”
“Perish the thought!” Dare answered with theatrical solemnity.
They’re the last words she manages for a while as Kat whipped an Enzugiri out of nowhere to Liv’s left temple, the whiplash-inducing collision setting Braddock free and sending Dare drunkenly staggering down the length of the ring. The Brat scurried to her feet and laced her fingers, connecting a Double Axhandle above her head, ready to drive the joined fists into the crown of the Brit’s noggin from behind.
But a turning Olivia had one of her own at the ready and swung on a horizontal plane into the plush, tanned tummy of the woman who started her fighting career on the sun-bleached sand of the Left Coast.
Hazel eyes bulging, a doubled Kat gasped for oxygen after a breathy exhale and, with a second use of her ‘handle’, Olivia THUMPED The Brat between her lowered shoulderblades and forced the titles-holder to genuflect in front of her, Kat’s flawless features pinched in pain.
With the speed of a grappler whose been in the ring long enough to be three steps ahead of most, Olivia leaned into the nearby ropes to get a little spring in her step and roared back at a penitent Brat absolutely NAILING the blonde with a vicious Shining Wizard that left Kat splayed on her back, begging to be beaten from her vulnerable position.
Liv wasn't about to look past a dazed gift horse, diving atop the muddled Champ Champ with a Back Press while cradling both of Braddock’s abbreviated lower limbs toward her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Cali Quake broke free, thrusting a shoulder up while heaving Dare off, the Oncoming Storm ending seated next to her adversary but perfectly pleased to take more fight to the buxom battler.
Olivia spun to Kat, pushing Braddock to her chest and diving on her back. There, she quickly grapevined her longer, leaner legs around those of Katrina Two-Belts, spreading The Brat’s lower limbs into a wide ‘V’ while applying a Crossface Chinlock topside. The Dare Snare sprung, Olivia roughly worked above, wrenching head and neck to the side while remaining flat to Kat’s back, Braddock’s chest and tummy glued to the canvas beneath, the Champ Champ with no base from which to even try to rise.
“I could keep you here all night until I rip your head off,” Olivia grunted between efforts to seemingly do just that. “So you might consider giving me your World belt. I’ll let you stay in your Lightweight Dream world as dethroned champ of that division in all but name.”
Kat clawed her nails into the mat, desperately drawing herself toward the neighboring cables, a 'TAP…TAP…TAP!' chant ringing in her ears until she wrapped a palm around the lowest strand. Braddock mumbled out a plea/demand for a break that’s more a muffled grunt.
Castle was able to translate and called for Dare to release. Olivia enjoyed her position for a full four-count before relenting on her Grapevine below and Chinlock above. The Snare released, Olivia disdainfully rubbed Kat’s sweat-glistening face into the canvas before pushing off, retreating a few steps and motioning the beachy Brat to her feet.
A furious Braddock glanced over her shoulder at the imperious Brit, the woman acting as if SHE were the best in the world when the most important FAWN gold proclaimed it’s her and her alone. Cursing and snarling, Braddock climbed to her feet, face rosy from recent abrasions against the canvas. She turned to Dare. “Scarecrows don’t intimidate me,” Kat growled. “I laid out Dayna freakin’ Erza, bitch. You’re her after a two-week hunger strike.”
Kat charged her challenger with hands extended for a tie-up when Olivia pulled hers away, pivoting and lifting a knee DEEP into the malleable midriff of the Cali Quake. Pulling the dipped and moaning Braddock close in a Side Headlock, Liv walks her foe back to the ropes and heaved her to the opposite side.
Kat pounded the canvas with an invigorating jiggle in her step and hit the cables at full speed with a quarter-turn. With Dare mid-ring, Braddock rebounded, having lost none of her velocity. Kat lowered her shoulders, ready to snap the English twig in two with a simple but oh so effective Spear. However, Dare nimbly leapfrogged and the Champ Champ continued racing to her second set of strands. Again, the tenacious Brat threw herself into the rubber-coated steel and bounded back to a spinning Olivia, 'Liv a half-tick slow and it’s enough for Kat to RUN HER THROUGH with a goring tackle that seemed as though it might split Dare through the middle.
The California Quake airlifted the gutted Brit several steps before PLANTING Olivia against the deck with ring-rattling force. Kat hovered on all fours over the spreadeagled Englishwoman, gazing down with immense satisfaction.
“Now that’s a proper football tackle, your majesty.”
Kat dropped her fulsome form across Dare in a Lateral Press, hooking a limp leg of the challenger, the FAWNatics silent with concern for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia spasmed to life, throwing an arm up, and keeping the hope of the sellout crowd alive, the assembled nervously cheering when they saw Castle lift only two fingers.
Kat turned to Nick. “What did I say?” The ref shook his head, held two digits aloft.
Braddock grabbed a wrist and a handful of Olivia’s locks. She ripped Dare to her feet and nestled behind the taller, more slender grappler, wrapping her arms around the taut abs of the Oncoming Storm. Kat showed her sturdy, power-packed frame, lifting Liv in a Bear Hug, Dare’s lower limbs flying in front of her, only to return down on either side of Kat’s posted knee with an Atomic Drop.
Dare’s crotch SLAMMED HARD on the plank of a genuflecting Kat’s upper leg and Olivia bounced HIGH into the air, hands buried between her sinewy thighs. She came to earth bow-legged, her throbbing kitty leaving her frozen in place, eyes welling from the waves of pain from below.
“That's right.” Braddock scoffed as she took a moment to 'flick' her trunks across her buns. “That's exactly the sort of terrified deference I should see out of a has-been like you when you're intruding on MY ring.”
“Spuuhhh... spell deference for me, chamPAAARRRRHHHH!”
Kat unsheathed her claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked 'Liv from shoulders to buttocks like she meant to draw blood! Already off balance, the ferocious scratching sent Dare tottering toward the nearest ropes where she would've happily caught her breath if Braddock hadn't closed in and snatched hold of the challenger's waistband. An instinctual Backhand split the air above Kat's head but otherwise did nothing save swing Olivia around in a half circle. This ultimately proved more useful for the Champ Champ as Braddock went low and wrapped her arms around the Englishwoman's upper thighs, then shot up on tiptoe to hoist her burden high into the air. Eyes wide with alarm, Dare couldn't muster a defense quick enough to prevent the Quake from going down on one knee to THWHUMP her undercarriage with a second Atomic Drop, this one of the Inverted variety.
Braddock had meant the move to put Olivia on her knees so she was more than a little miffed when the slender veteran remained upright, albeit even more wobbly than previous. Quite happy to help the old lady find her seat, Kat captured a wrist in both hands, then surged forward to send Dare backpedaling with a short but powerful Shoulderblock. Still tethered by the Wristlock, 'Liv stumbled as far as she could before Braddock dropped her hips and yanked the Briton forward with all her considerable strength. Releasing her grip so she could stuff both hands into the taller woman's armpits, Braddock shot Olivia skyward only to welcome her return to the canvas with a massive Elbow Smash that THWHACKED offa the challenger's jaw!
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLHuvXNmaGY
The scintillating blow left Olivia starfished on the deck looking up at the rafters with glassy eyes, a condition that did not improve when the Beach Blaster ran the ropes and came back with a hundred and twenty-three pound Splash that THWHAMMED down across the challenger's vulnerable midsection! Olivia juddered beneath the encroaching weight and tried to roll to one side but Kat was having none of it and she forced the Englishwoman's shoulders flat before collecting the far leg for a count of...
RUNNING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYrLFj9rDiY
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TWO...
The Blackbird fluttered free just after 'TWO' with an amount of energy that Braddock considered downright disrespectful. “You think you can just get away with kicking out of my offense, stringbean?” Kat sneered as she hauled Olivia to her feet with a double fistful of hair. “You start doing shit like that on the regular and every noodle-armed, flat-chested beeyotch in the locker room will think they can hang and I simply can't have that.”
“Nuuuuhhhh... no you cannot.” Dare groaned. “Such events might force you to act like a proper champion and that's simply unthinkabNNNGGGHH!”
A scowling Kat thumped a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash across Olivia's shoulders, then slipped her head beneath the blonde's left arm. In what was fast becoming a familiar sight, Braddock wrapped her foe up for an Atomic Drop and muscled her up onto the ball of the Cali Quake's right shoulder so that the soles of her boots were pointed at the overhead lights. But rather than go down on one knee for a third time, Kat simply tossed the challenger forward and down, a sort of free fall Atomic Drop that THAWHAMMED Dare tush-first against the unforgiving deck!
With 'Liv splay-legged and clearly stunned after the unpleasant impact, Braddock threw herself into the strands in front of the penitent challenger and rushed back the way she came to CRUSH Dare against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a gorgeous Low Angle Crossbody! The cleverly administered Splash shot Olivia's legs into the air again and Kat made sure to hook both, the brawny blonde neatly shifting into a Back Press kept her prey folded in half through...
LOW ANGLE RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Olivia shoved her way to freedom again and Kat was not happy, either with her or with the idiot Nick Castle. “What did I tell you?” she snapped at the long-suffering official. “I'm not here to waste time with this relic!”
Nick regarded her blandly. “Then maybe you should concentrate on putting her away instead of pouting at me.”
Braddock was about to give him the sharp side of her tongue when a snicker from the Englishwoman diverted her attention. “Something funny, scarecrow?” she growled.
“Apparently the officiating staff has figured out what the locker room already knows. I suspect that means the techs and ring crew know as well. The front office might not, but they've always been good at burying their heads in the sand.”
Something about the other blonde's tone set Kat's blood to boiling. It felt like she was the last one in on some massive private joke and she hated it. Burying her hands in Dare's tousled locks, she hauled the Brit upright, then wrapped both arms around her waist and clamped down in a tight Bear Hug! The height differential might've intimidated some wrestlers, but the Cali Quake knew no such weakness and indeed she wasn't surprised at all when 'Liv hopped up and braced her shins against the champ champ's upper thighs to relieve some of the strain. “Submit!” Braddock bounced and jostled the Bear Hug, the burly little Beach Kat clearly relishing the feel of her adversary's wriggling. “I mean it, you skinny putz! Tap out now or I'll snap you into tiny, crying pieceSSEERRRGGHH!”
Dare couldn't get out so she hunkered forward as best she could and coiled her right arm around Kat's head. In the same instant she straightened her legs and crossed her ankles to secure a damned snug Guillotine Choke while still caught within the confines of the Hug. Startled by the sudden pressure in her neck and waist, Braddock stumbled and actually went down on one knee, her collapse earning a loud roar from the crowd.
Nick didn't roar but he did get in close to check on the penitent champ. “You ok, Kat? Tell me someth--”
“I'm fine.” Braddock growled. “Her bony-ass legs just surprised me, that's HHHRRRRHHHH!”
Olivia cranked down on the Front Facelock while leaning back as far as she could, the shifting angles forcing Kat to break the Bear Hug so she could brace both palms against the mat. “You sure you're ok, luv?” Dare didn't sound like a woman on the verge of collecting the World Title, she could've been commenting on the unlikely possibility of rain for all the concern expressed. “Because right now you're on all fours breathing hard while I squeeze the life out of NNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Kat let out a little roar as she clambered to her feet, reapplied the Bear Hug and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed that much tighter! “WHO'S GETTING SQUEEZED NOW, BITCH?” Braddock shook the Englishwoman from side to side, though those damned Scissors prevented the ragdolling she wanted out of the skinny hag. “YOU CAN SQUEEZE ALL YOU WANT OLD WOMAN, I'M THE QUEEN OF CRUSH AND THERE'S NOT A DAMNED THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT GAAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAAHHHK!”
There was actually quite a bit Dare could do about it, as Kat discovered when the veteran released the Facelock and grabbed a double handful of hair instead. Feeling her head wrenched back at a sharp angle, Braddock grit her teeth in anticipation of a Headbutt and instead found herself cringing in disgust when the Blackbird leaned in and liiiiiiiicked her from chin to earlobe! It was so unexpected that Kat dropped the Bear Hug and stomped away wiping furiously at that side of her face.
CLEVER GIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVKsbE00JEQ
“Nasty bitch!” the Cali Quake growled as she regained her bearings. “I'll bust you into a million pieces for that tacky shit!” No response from the understandably breathless Dare, so Braddock rushed over and—CRACK! Olivia caught her coming in with a huge Slap, the Oncoming Storm making a point to strike the same spot she'd so tickled with the tip of her tongue. Head rattling, arms windmilling, Kat thought she might just timber to her back when Olivia snatched hold of her left wrist and stretched the limb out full length. From tongue, to palm, to boot, Braddock's cheek felt the full trifecta once Dare whipped up her foot and wedged it against the champ's jaw. Just like that the Briton hopped up and laid out, 'Liv landing flat to STUFF her opponent's face with a heaping helping of Sole Food! Braddock shot up on tiptoe before hitting the canvas hard on her shoulder and hip, the Champ Champ looking thoroughly quaked as Olivia glommed on and rolled her to her back so she could cover for the...
SOLE FOOD @ 00:24
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqmMYr8Swjo
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat got a hand under Olivia's chin and shoved her onto her haunches with half a second to spare!
Undaunted by the younger wrestler's escape, Dare cupped Braddock's chin in both hands and hauled them both to boot-leather before twisting around back to back with Kat's head wrenched awkwardly over her right shoulder. From there she dropped to her knees, a short, sharp descent that jolted Braddock's noggin courtesy a truncated Hangman's Neckbreaker. Still palming the American's chin, Dare got to her feet and spun Kat into a Front Facelock just to drop back back and THWHUNK the crown of her skull into the mat with a DDT!
NECKBREAKER & DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOcwkchRBGE
Kat tumbled through to a seat, then rolled onto all fours and reared back on her knees, the woozy blonde instinctively fighting to keep her shoulders off the canv--“RRRRGGGHHHHHH!” Dare grabbed Kat by the hair and yanked her head back so she could step one leg and then the other over the kneeling blonde's shoulders. “Nuuuuuhhh... NO!” Kat gurgled as the Inverted Standing Headscissors wrenched her neck at an awkward angle. “Get your skinny ass offa HHHHRRRRRGGGHHH!”
In no mood to ease off now that she had Kat's chin wedged against the fork of her crotch, Olivia crouched down and leaned forward to come to rest on her palms while the Scissors bent Braddock into an arch that put increasing strain on her neck, spine and lower-back. As if that wasn't bad enough, Dare's tummy was all over her face, that grinding washboard threatening to smother the Brat into oblivion. “You want out?” Olivia crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeezed until she felt Kat squealing against her navel. “You'll have to surrender one of those precious belts, luv. It's the only way you're leaving this ring under your own power.”
With no leverage whatsoever, Braddock stuck in a Scissor-based version of a Dragon Sleeper. Kat spread her arms wide and brought them together to THWAP open palms against Dare’s ribs.
“She’s tappin’” Olivia claimed halfheartedly, smirking at Castle as he shook his head.
But when those ineffectual paddles turned to curled claws and scraped down her sides, Liv was less jovial, having to fight from bleating in pain.
“You’re a poor excuse for a champion,” Olivia grunted as the stinging trails grew to welts. “But you’re the perfect Brat. They got that part right.”
The Brit leaned forward even more until the crown of the blonde’s braincase touched the canvas, Liv’s spandex-sheathed crotch slipping over Kat’s chin, Dare’s womanhood now supplying the smother rather than her chiseled abdomen.
A muffled cry vibrated from below, sending a slight and apparently pleasant shiver up the Blackbird’s spinal column.
“How about that? You are good for something,” the challenger needled.
Releasing her Scissors, Olivia pushed to a handstand above the bridging Brat, then brought her body splashing down in a single file atop the curled Champ Champ, flattening the Beach Blaster to the canvas, Kat emitting an urgent exhale.
In a full body pin of the buxom blonde. Olivia tried to Grapevine her stems around the more abbreviated gams of the titleholder, but Kat slammed her legs tight. The countermeasures allowed Dare to easily slide up Kat’s curvy frame, the Englishwoman pressing her A-cups to Braddock’s pouty lips. Above, Liv’s palms wrapped tightly around Kat’s wrists, pinning arms high and shoulders tight to canvas.
Kat thrust her hips, but couldn't budge Olivia off through…
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TWO…
Finally desperation proves the mother of necessity, a yelping Kat finding the energy to tip Dare to the side and roll a shoulder off the canvas. Olivia still owned Kat’s arms however and, keeping them far above and out of the way, Dare went from nose to nose to a more anger-inducing nose to tongue, the Blackbird taking a lolly lick of the tip of Kat’s beak.
Flustered, Braddock screeched at Castle.
“Make her staaahhhp DOING that!”
“I believe that’s your job,” Nick informed.
“Now there’s a man who knows what he’s talking about,” Olivia added.
Refusing to release her handles on the blonde, the slender Storm tugged a repulsed Brat up with her, then tossed Braddock halfway across the ring with a double arm throw. The surprisingly agile fireplug used the somersault momentum, popping to vertical. The Quake spun to take up the battle head-on but was instantly gutted by a Toe Kick from the ready and willing Dare.
Her malleable midriff plundered, a breathless, bug-eyed Kat was flagging in front of the seemingly ever energized mind of the Blackbird. Olivia quickly secured Double Underhooks on Katrina Two-Belts and heaved the sturdy, flaxen-haired fireplug head over heels, Kat ending curled over Liv’s right shoulder, pointed to the rafters.
Braddock had a second to squirm before Olivia sat out, trying to snap the vertebrae of the dual champ with a wicked Backbreaker.
OVER THE SHOULDER DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSFsd3gMiQk
A demolished Braddock slopped to her back where Dare stacked herself on top with a Lateral Press, hooking the near leg, the FAWNatics cheerily counting along in celebration for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
There’s no movement from The Brat’s shoulders, but she found a way to drop a lethargic leg over the bottom rope and the eagle-eyed Castle caught the limb’s location to the crowd’s disappointment.
'Liv wondered where her third slap’s gone. She glanced up and saw Nick pointing to the draped ankle. Dare sighed in frustration but also regard for Braddock’s industry.
“You’re no Imp, but maybe you’re not dog dirt either,” the Brit grumbled, coming as close to magnanimous as she’s likely to get.
Wrapping fingers around a wrist and snatching the scruff of the blonde’s neck with her opposite set, the resourceful Blackbird maintained her growing control over the faltering Brat.
Olivia walked her adversary to a corner and drew back Braddock’s noggin back, then SLAMMED forehead into top buckle for a full ten-count, Kat’s tanned stems growing rubbery by the conclusion of the set.
The challenger spun a spent Kat to face her, leaning a champion on her last legs deep into the corner. Suddenly, The Brat lashed out with a set of windmill slaps to Dare’s modest chest, the THWACK echoing enough to send a ‘WOOO’ following close behind. Olivia stumbled back a few steps, both in surprise and so not to have another set send a repeat stinging burn through her chest.
Hope springing in Two-Belts, Kat surged toward the wincing Brit, but Olivia’s ready to dip and ‘hup’ the rushing Brat up to an Electric Chair position atop her shoulders.
Dare quickly reached high, looping her hands behind the dipped head of the World and Lightweight Champion. She tugged down hard on the trapped Kat, Braddock’s attempt to swing the impetus in her direction swiftly squashed by a heaping helping of 'Liv’s signature English Breakfast.
ENGLISH BREAKFAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOavJmX0kUs
Sitting out and PLOWING the back of a cradled Kat’s head and shoulders into the canvas, the ring rattles as a comatose Kat spread out languidly between the extended lower limbs of the lithe Englishwoman.
'Liv reached forward and hooked a leg, stacking the curvy frame of the blonde atop her shoulders for the certain…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The groan from the sellout throng was guttural and emotional, the fans in disbelief a woman many considered a ‘right place, right time’ World Champion could withstand the beating a likely future Hall of Famer was laying upon her.
Dare showed little concern, pushing up to vertical as she watched a groggy Braddock reach all fours and try to put her battered body into some form of locomotion. Dare strolled after the creeping blonde, taking the opportunity of a brief respite to her best advantage. But as Kat approached a set of ropes, Liv decided her foe’s gotten close enough to a possible escape hatch.
Grabbing an arm and shoulder, Dare guided a shaken Beach Blaster to unsteady feet. The former World Champ drew the current to the nearest corner where the Blackbird found a seated perch atop the uppermost padding, transferring her grip to a Front Facelock while making the climb.
Settling into a crouch, Olivia prepared to launch and deliver a Daredevil DDT for the ages that would begin her second trip to the summit of FAWN’s Everest.
But before she could reach liftoff, Braddock peppered balled right hands into 'Liv’s ribs and, as she broke loose from her confinement, into jaw and temple until Dare’s rocked and nearly falling to the apron as the pop behind The Brat’s fists grew in time with the worry of the FAWNatics.
Wrapping her arms around the slender alabaster thighs of the challenger, the curvy Quake pulled a wide-eyed Dare off her seat, carrying her toward the middle and depositing Olivia with interest to the thinly-sheathed floorboards via a ring-reverberating Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9yXZ6Y9kvo&t=135s
Looking more relieved than pleased to have finally wrested control from the puddled Olivia, a sweat-drenched and depleted Braddock knelt on her haunches, passing on a pin attempt to draw in deep lungfuls of oxygen.
She sank her nails into 'Liv’s scalp and tugged the challenger to her feet, pointing her at the distant buckles. Two-Belts heaved her adversary toward the far corner with a whip and, as a spinning Dare’s spine SLAMMED into the buckles, Kat was shot out of a cannon. The Cali Quake leapt into her Beach Crossbody attack, ramming midriff to midriff, showing she’s not afraid to test her Achilles’ tummy.
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8
Braddock winced after the meaty, perpendicular collision but 'Liv looked much the worse for wear as Braddock spun outside the ropes, leaving a slumped and sagging Dare leaning heavily against the corner within.
Gifted a prime position on the veteran's six, Kat grabbed a double handful of hair and gave 'Liv's noggin a hard shake before she shoved her head forward and THWHUMPED a nasty Headbutt into the nape of the taller woman's neck. Dare sagged but didn't go down so Braddock nudged her arms offa the top rope and sent her wobbling toward the middle of the ring with a hard shove. Behind her, the Brat slipped a leg through the ropes before changing her mind to return to the apron. From there she climbed into the high rent district, a development that earned an 'oooooohhhh' from the FAWNatics as the Champ Champ wasn't known for death defying acrobatics. And while Braddock didn't hold her perch with the effortless ease of a Lily Burlingame or Estrina Starfire, she certainly didn't look out of place in the penthouse. Hunkering into an expectant crouch as the former champion regained her bearings, Braddock waited until Dare started to turn before she leapt out into the void with knees raised high and stretched into a dangerous 'V', Kat bowled Olivia over with a huge Thesz Press that THWHAMMED the Blackbird down hard on the back of her head and shoulders! Careful to remain astride her mount even as Dare's legs kicked into the air, the Cali Quake hooked both limbs tight and leeeeeeeeeeeeaned down so her forehead was almost touching the mat. Now it was the challenger sputtering and moaning as Kat fed her a whole lotta tummy while Castle counted off...
DIVING THESZ PRESS @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOujB0MpxRA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dare bridged up and twisted to one side, shoveling Braddock clear at the last possible moment!
Furious at the spindly old hag's durability, The Brat scrambled to verticality and put a few boots to the veteran en route to hauling her upright with a double handful of hair. “So you think you're gonna put tummy on me, scarecrow? Lemme show you what happens to twigs in an earthquake!”
Dare didn't get a chance to respond because Kat immediately slipped one arm through her thighs and another over her shoulder so she could scoop her up and toss her right back down with a BOOMING Body Slam! With the Oncoming Storm properly placed, Braddock whipped 'round on the spot and bounded into the ropes to the vulnerable blonde's left. Her return trip was just as quick but far more eventful as the Beach Blaster sprang up and stretched out every bit of her sixty-two inches to come THWHAPPING down not across Olivia's chest or tummy, but directly across her face!
The Pandora-approved tactic earned groans from Dare and the crowd alike, though the latter were far louder in their response. It also left Braddock in excellent position to go for a pin, yet she paid the opportunity no mind and hurried back to verticality instead. She could've skipped over Olivia on her way to the other side of the ring, so it spoke volumes that she elected to stomp on the Brit's tummy to kick off her encore of the ropes. Second verse proved same as the first, Braddock taking to the skies for a vertical leap that culminated with her THWHAPPING that dangerous tummy atop the Englishwoman's delicate features! The second Splash seemed to clear Kat of her vengeful haze in that this time she didn't hesitate to hook Dare's far leg for a count of...
ONE...
TWO....
THRNO--“OOOOOWWWWW!”
The Brat scurried away from the pin of her own accord, one hand pressed tight to the stinging red welt that now marred her terrible tummy. “BITCH!” Kat squealed as she rubbed out the worst of the pain. “No one treats me like that, least of all a poseur like--”
“You're the only fraud in this ring, Katherine.” Dare rasped. “The fact that you're the only one who can't see it makes it all the more poignantNNNGGGHH!”
Braddock rushed over to unleash several more stomps to the bendy-back's head and shoulders. “You can't say that about me!” the fireplug blonde snarled as she dragged Dare to her feet. “No one can say that about me because I'm the Lightweight Champion! I'm the World Champion! I'm the only woman on this roster who fucking matters! And my name is Katrina, you limey bitch! Katrina Two-Belts in fact!”
To prove as much she crouched low and wrapped her arms around 'Liv's upper thighs. Soon as her hands were locked she shot up on tiptoe and went down on one knee to THUMP the challenger's crotch with a huge Inverted Atomic Drop! Dare went knock-kneed without actually losing her balance so Braddock yanked her stems out from underneath with a Double Leg Takedown, then kick-nudged 'em into a 'V' before stomping over to the nearest corner. Another trip to the penthouse had the crowd on their feet and Kat loving every second of it. “Brace yourselves, idiots!” she shouted to the Orlando faithful. “I think the Big One's coming!”
Wouldn't ya know it, the Champ Champ's prediction became prophecy once she crouched down and leapt out into the lights, Braddock keeping her arms stretched wide to better guide the crotch-crushing Headbutt ho—NO! Olivia didn't actually roll out of the way, instead the crafty veteran planted her feet and pushed back several inches so that Kat's forehead THWHAMMED against the thinly-sheathed plywood instead of her thinly-sheathed center!
Braddock bounced hard on impact, the blonde rearing back on her knees with both hands flying toward her throbbing face. Only one of 'em made it though, as Dare snatched hold of the Champ Champ's left wrist and yanked her arm out full length to draw Braddock down onto her belly even as the Brit's legs came up & around her defenseless skull. Oh the cruel vagaries of fate. Only moments prior Kat Braddock wanted nothing more than to drive her forehead into the challenger's crotch, now she desired nothing more than separation. Alas such a wish was currently impossible, what with her left bicep snugged tight against her own throat and Dare's legs clamped to her skull like a vise wrapped in velvet.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRJpJc8mkLs
“Nooooooooow I know why you're so familiar.” Olivia offered a grim smile to the suffering fireplug. “Avery... Chrissy... Kitty... all you entitled little tubs of quit tend to run together after all this time.”
“FAAAAAHHHHHK YOOOOOOOU!” Kat shrieked in fury and despair, the waving her free hand in equally desperate negation as Nick hunkered down to be heard over the resounding 'TAP!' chants.
“What do you say, Kat?” he already knew the answer, but the rapidly increasing flush in The Brat's cheeks was quite alarming. “Say the word and I'll call for the be--” “NO! I'M THE CHAMP!” she bellowed. “I DON'T QUIT FOR ANYHHHHRRRGGGGGGHH!”
Olivia thrust her hips up and streeeeeeeeeetched out, the Blackbird using Braddock's agony to remind every woman in the locker room that not even the New Hotness was safe against her technical tortures. Where Kat thrashed and the crowd cheered, 'Liv could've been carved from ice. The gold was within her grasp and she had no intention of letting loose until Braddock was tapping out or nap--
The Beach Blaster let out a strangled roar as she grabbed a handful of Dare's trunks at the left hip and plowed forward onto her knees! Doing so stacked the challenger on her shoulders and Kat could've tried to hold her there for a pin but adrenaline was a helluva drug and Braddock was tweaked out of her mind as she clambered to her feet and sloooooooooowly hoisted Dare up onto her shoulders for what could only be a PowerbomNOOOO! Though loathe to abandon the Triangle, Olivia wasn't interested in getting dropped on her head either so she jabbed a few quick elbows into Braddock's forehead, then undid her Scissors and dropped to one knee in front of the Californian.
“Buuuhhhh... buuuuhhhh.... bitch.” a shopworn Kat reeled in place as the blood rushed back to her brain. “You're not gonna take this from NNNGGGHH!”
Dare shot up on tiptoes and clipped the shorter blonde's chin with a European Uppercut that sent Braddock reeling into the ropes. The Quake looked shaken as any could ever recall, yet the strands at her back must've cleared her head somewhat because she charged out and fired off a Big Boot at the Brit's fa-- Olivia caught her ankle in both hands, then twisted around and dropped into a crouch so she could drape the captured limb across her shoulders. Straightening up in the next instant she drew Kat's head into a Front Facelock and hoisted her into the sky ass over teakettle, the Oncoming Storm spinning through a full rotation before she laid out and THAWHUNKED Braddock down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Quatermass Buster! Kat slopped onto her back and the Englishwoman covered her, 'Liv making a point to smoosh her tummy into those truculent features as she hooked the far leg and the FAWNatics counted...
QUATERMASS BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L3Pt-G7o9U
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Braddock twitched a shoulder off the canvas, her escape calling down an incredulous cacophony from those gathered for Heartbroken. Beside her, Olivia looked ashen but still resolute as she pondered her next move. Of course there was really only one choice left at this point so no one was surprised when the bendy-back moved around to the fireplug's feet and caught hold of her left ankle. “You may walk around with a belt on each shoulder, Katrina.” Dare muttered as she hoisted the other blonde's leg off the mat. “But you have no concept of what it means to be a champion.” Braddock couldn't answer so Olivia crouched down and hooked that leg over her-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Brat drilled several desperate kicks into the veteran's hip to keep Dare from securing the Oli-Viaticum and a second World Championship run. Her leg was still very much in the Englishwoman's possession however and Kat was having the damndest time getting free so rather than waste more precious energy she spiked her elbows into the mat and crab-crawled toward the ropes as fast as she co-- “BREAK!” Braddock gripped the middle rope like a lifeline. “BREAK IT, DAMN YOUNNNNGGGHH!”
Olivia slipped Kat's leg off her shoulder but held onto her ankle long enough to rear back and THWHACK a vicious Soccer Kick into the Champ Champ's vulnerable glutes! Kat wailed and scrambled through the ropes to the apron where she clambered to her feet and glared daggers through the Blackbird. “This is MY time.” she almost whispered. “I didn't topple Alves and Erza just to hand these back to a member of the old guard.”
“Prove it then.” Olivia fired back. “Prove it with more than words and smirky little lingerie photoshoots with the belts in the background.”
“I don't have to prove anything to you.”
“Then you're not a champion. You're a mannequin draped in gold.”
Braddock slipped through the ropes and charged with upraised claws only to get doubled over with a quick Toe Kick to the gut. Quick to reel the Quake into a Front Facelock, Olivia slung the near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a handful of waistband so she could hoist Kat overhead for a Vertical Sup-- Kat crunched in on herself to deliver a pair of awkward albeit effective Kneelifts to the crown of Dare's skull. Not knockout blows by any means, though they did force the Englishwoman to return her burden to the canvas. A moment passed while 'Liv reset her hooks and then-- Braddock let out an effortful grunt and powered the challenger to high noon so she could deliver a Vertical Suplex of her own!
Olivia groaned, went to sit up and found Kat still had tight rein on the Front Facelock. Their positions shifted shortly thereafter when the Beach Blaster rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to verticality with the Brit still in her clutches. This was no place for Dare to find herself so late in the game and she pounded vicious little punches into the blonde's flank, yet Kat wouldn't be denied and she muscled the Oncoming Storm all the way to high noon for another Sup-- 'OOOOOHHH'S' from the crowd as Kat kicked a leg forward and dropped back to SPIKE the challenger's noggin with a beautiful Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nhA6Lm8DPo
Now it was Olivia's turn to puddle out on the mat and much like she'd done in the same position, Kat showed no inclination toward mercy. Front Facelock STILL intact, Braddock rolled onto her tummy and hauled the both of 'em upright. But this time the subsequent lift was much shorter, Kat happy to set Dare's shins atop her thighs while catching the faltering blonde's left leg in a snug cradle. The FAWNatics shouted for Olivia to fight loose, find another escape hatch, anything to avoid the concussive fate of-- Kat rocked up on her heels and dropped back with extreme prejudice to THWHONK Olivia's forehead into the canvas as hard as she could.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Somersaulted into a glassy-eyed sprawl by the Kat Nap, Dare only burbled oblivious nothings when Braddock climbed aboard, pinned both wrists high overhead and brazenly applied tummy to face while Nick swooped in to count off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Kat nodded in satisfaction and rolled onto her back, the diminutive powerhouse too exhausted to do more than raise a defiant middle finger as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight and World Champion... KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat reached an arm toward Castle.
“Help,” she muttered, almost beseechingly.
Moved by the weary plea from the sweat-soaked visage of the FAWN World and Lightweight Champion, the organization’s lead official grabbed a wrist and carefully hauled the flaxen-haired fireplug to wobbly feet
“Belts.” Braddock requested breathlessly.
Castle moved to the ropes and collected the titles. Carefully, almost lovingly he draped them over right and left shoulder, then handed Kat a microphone for her trouble…and ate a pie-face shove that puts the shocked zebra on his ass.
“You almost cost me these belts ya old stooge,” the Quake growled into the amplifier. “Now get out of my ring!”
Embarrassed by having been taken in, even for a second, Castle shook his head and rolled out of the squared circle, the jeers of the crowd reaching an ear-splitting volume.
Kat raised each gaudy strip of gold and leather aloft with her left hand, the two most high-profile titles in the organization showing her unparalleled prominence. Stick to full lips, Katrina Two-Belts let the crowd know.
“Nobody else, you losers! Nobody can do what I do.”
Kat placed a boot sole on Olivia’s softly swelling chest, Dare still mid-coma from a deep Nap. Braddock stared down at the sleeping beauty.
“I’m not worthy? Bytch! I’m the ONLY ONE who’s worthy.”
The Champ Champ turned her attention to the lens of the hard cam.
“Hell. Psy Ops? Put the tag belts up, I’ll beat you too! Big Vic? All mine!”
Kat glanced down at a stirring Dare and the movement seemed to offend her. Braddock tossed the microphone aside with a ‘ga-lunk’ and fortified her right elbow with both faceplates. The Brat kicked Olivia’s lifeless stems wide and the Beach Blaster got down to business, doubling down with a metal-infused drop to Liv’s privates.
Olivia shot bolt upright to a seat from the vicious impact, dark eyes rolling back in her head, jaw dropping open as she squeaked in anguish. Another swipe of the belts from Kat CRASHED into the jaw of the vanquished and turned Dare’s lights out for the night, the Brit ending in a wide spread eagle.
Kat grabbed the stick and rose, staring down the big lens.
“Another legend on the ash heap, ladies and gents. Another somebody I made a nobody! And I’m just getting started!”
Braddock dropped the mic on what’s left of Olivia and handed her over to the clean-up crew, the Blackbird broken and Heartbroken’s ultimate moment belonging to The Brat as the screen faded to black.