Post by hawkeye on Jul 8, 2023 15:42:04 GMT
With a steamy Summer Swelter crowd more than ready for the capper, Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena and the crowd’s collective gaze moves to the upper stage, ready to welcome an icon back to the organization.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
There’s excited hoots from the FAWNatics as J-Dogg pushes through the curtains and sets herself in the middle of the stage, looking over the sellout throng with more affection than the contempt she showed for much of her time last haunting the halls.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Washington is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ). Jasmine angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound grew considerably when she left the Vanilla Chill version of Kylie behind, and though Sanders reclaimed her place in the fans’ good graces while the Dogg was absent, Washington seems ready to find her niche, as there’s considerable support throughout tonight’s company. Of course, much of the reaction might have to do with the vile creature she’s facing in her top shelf return.
As Jas heads down the ramp, the barking begins in earnest, the assembled opening their arms and vocal cords to the woman who stripped Vanilla Chill of her laughable street cred and perhaps helped eventually lead Ky back to sanity.
The gorgeous African-American grappler bounces between either side as she moves down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with the ecstatic admirers.
Jasmine asks for a microphone as she loiters at the bottom of the steps, then strides up after receipt, swooshing her hips and backside until she reaches the top. She slips through the ropes and moves to the middle turning to the hard cam.
“Hey dere, peeps. Ain’t got nuthin’ but love for my OG Kylie, so don’t be worryin’ bout no beef.”
The FAWNatics seem happy to hear Sanders doesn’t have another woman gunning for her.
“But dis Chill wannabe that be keepin’ all these belts for herself. She just a greedy bytch!”
A loud ‘ooooh’ rolls through the crowd.
“I ain’t about dat. I just want to put dat World Title around my waist. You keep your Lightweight prize and lose dat to someone else. As for the big belt, bytch, don’t step to the Dogg unless you want to get bit.”
Jasmine takes a bite out of the air in front of her then tosses the stick to an attendant on the floor and heads for her corner, allowing the ring announcer to finally break in.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship. First. The challenger. Standing five feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds. She is Hotlanta’s Badass, the J-Dogg of the yard…Jasmine Washington.”
Jas swivels her badonka-donk through a pirouette then gives the masses an ovation of their own, winning more to her cause. The Badass leans against the buckles, waiting for the arrival of FAWN’s Queen of the Hill.
A Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform to spiteful miscreants as the thunder from the speakers reverberates. An earthquake-sized round of boos makes clear the crowd’s distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her unsavory talents.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
Beautiful Girls (https://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 subsides, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding Golden State gremlin is center stage. With the Lightweight belt strapped around her plush, tanned tummy, the Cali Quake lifts the bigger, gaudier World belt off a shoulder.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Her gilded resume clear, the buxom Brat chuckles at the flood of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY!” she mouths to the crowd.
Lowering FAWN’s top prize back across her right shoulder, Kat heads for the squared circle with a Cheshire grin. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strides toward the 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.
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Reaching the ring, Kat passes the steps, waves dismissively at the pooch in the ring and snatches a microphone off the announcer’s table. Braddock saunters to the steel stairs and climbs, slipping between the cables when she reaches the apron.
Taking center stage as the face of FAWN, Braddock raises the stick to her lips as her music fades. The crowd’s volume rises to try and silence the curvy blonde.
“You know the rules. It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs and the champ-champ waits impatiently.
“Apparently the powers that be want the farm girl’s career to continue so they send her city mouse substitute to take the beating for her. Works for me. But that Pleasant Valley Putz’s time will come. Until then, let’s go Fido!”
Braddock turns both dark eyes in Jasmine’s direction and throws her arms wide.
Castle dives between champ and challenger as Wash is ready to tear the blonde limb from limb. He physically guides a furious Jas back to her corner.
“Put that bytch on a leash,” The Brat demands.
Kat clears her throat.
“Before you in all her glory…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. THE California Quake. The most dominant champion ever known…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat drops the stick and raises a belt with each hand, reveling in the revulsion.
Kat moves to her corner and hands over the hardware for safekeeping then regally motions she’s ready, the bell ringing quickly behind.
Jasmine makes a beeline toward Braddock and the dual champ does the same, the women meeting in the middle. Wash ducks coming in and sends Kat crashing to the deck with a double-leg takedown. Landing atop the blonde in a Thesz Press, J-Dogg blasts away with right and left fists sweeping in from the sides. The Brat manages to block some with a raised guard, but she’s buffeted to and fro by those making it through.
Getting her arms under on a high-riding Jas and bucking, the flaxen-haired fireplug heaves her challenger overhead, freeing herself from the initial assault. Washington scrambles to her feet and spins to find Braddock rolling out under the bottom rope. Kat lands her boot soles on the arena floor and fashions her hands into a ‘T’, shouting at Castle for a time out.
“Gat back in, Kat,” a smirking FAWN’s lead official requests. “You know better than that.”
“How ‘bout you get her back and I will,” The Brat responds.
Nick turns to a bouncing Washington, Jasmine full of adrenaline. The retort is a simple one.
“Hell nah.”
Jasmine drops to the canvas and slides out and the chase is on, the Dogg sprinting after the fleeing champ-champ. After a trip around half the ring, Braddock dives back in and races to the opposite ropes with Jas on her tail. Kat rebounds toward the re-entered Wash and throws herself at the Dogg with a Thesz Press of her own. But while Washington staggers back a step or two, she isn’t taken off her feet. Instead, she has the titles-holder captured in a tight bearhug. Before Kat can squirm free, Jasmine pivots and sends the Cali Quake CRASHING to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e4rtt8bRpo ) 1:15
Pin pre-made by the landing, J-Dogg hooks a leg to add to her tight cross-body and gets the…
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Kat kicks loose in time. She rolls to her chest, then pushes to all fours and crawls for another journey to the outside. A risen Jas catches her foe by an ankle and drags the flailing Braddock back to the middle where the blonde breaks free. Katrina Two-Belts scrambles to her feet and swings a ragged clothesline at Wash.
Jasmine ducks under, wrapping her right arm across Braddock’s chest. Her left circles around behind the smaller grappler’s waist. The Dogg shows more of her bite, vaulting Kat high while laying out, sending The Brat plummeting to the canvas-covered floorboards with an exploder suplex that leaves Kat a spreadeagled wreck.
Exploder Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CHd_-aCNPs ) :13
Not wasting time, Jasmine clambers to the splayed blonde, collects a leg and spins into a back press pin for the…
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Braddock pushes her challenger off while throwing a shoulder off the mat. A seated Jas glances over a shoulder at the faltering Brat, a smirk emerging. She turns her focus to the hard cam.
“Can’t hang with the big Dogg.”
Washington pushes to her feet and finds Kat on her haunches. She helps Braddock up the rest of the way and bullies her for into a corner. Grasping a wrist and shoulder, Jasmine pivots and sends Braddock racing across the ring where the Brat turns and literally flies into a back-first collision with the buckles from the heave.
The study, curvy Braddock remains upright, an arm draped over the cables on either side. Charging in behind, J-Dogg is unprepared for Kat to have an answer for a Doggy-lanche. The vertically-challenged Kat pops Wash up in the air and over the ropes to the left, the challenger safely landing on the apron. Jas tosses a right cross at Kat’s jaw, but Braddock blocks. She laces her fingers behind Washington’s noggin and drops to her backside, hot-shotting Jasmine’s neck across the uppermost cable, Wash sent flying to the floor below. There, J-Dogg grasps at her throat, writhing on the thinly-padded concrete, desperately drawing in raspy breaths.
In the ring, a seated Brat points at her right temple, drawing the ire of the replenished Dogg Pound. She rolls under the ropes with a grin firmly planted, joining Jasmine on the outside. Snatching a handful of ebony locks, the Quake draws Washington to her feet, walks her a couple feet to the steel steps and POUNDS Jasmine’s forehead into the unforgiving metal, with a sickening ‘CLANK’.
Wash collapses from the collision, puddling at Kat’s feet. The Quake turns to the jeering FAWNatics.
“That’ll pacify a mad Dogg better than a rolled up newspaper!”
Kat rolls in and out of the ring to break Castle’s count, then plucks a blasted Jasmine off the floor. Grabbing a wrist, she Irish whips the Hotlanta Badass from short range to the steel barricade, Jas turning into the impact, her spine CRASHING into the divider. Her face is etched in pain as she slides to a seat against the barrier, head drooping forward. The vile Braddock surges forward and lifts a knee between the eyes of the battered Dogg, snapping her head back, the rear of her cranium ‘clunking’ against the metal again. A thoroughly demolished Jasmine flops to hip and shoulder, the promise of a fast start extinguished by the brutality of The Brat.
Kat scrapes what’s left of the Nubian warrior off the arena floor, the blonde’s success in leaving Jas a hot mess having silenced many in the Dogg Pound. Braddock maneuvers the ragdoll to the apron’s edge, lifts her to the mat, and rolls the remains in under the bottom rope. A chuckling Cali Quake dramatically wipes her brow and rolls in after.
Braddock grabs Jasmine’s wrists and pulls her a strategic distance from the nearest corner, making certain the Dogg’s stems are in a wide ‘V’ with a couple shoveling kicks to her ankles. Kat moves to the buckles, scaling them and turning to face her target.
“You ready for the Big One!” the Quake shouts to the dejected Pound. “Ready or not!”
Braddock dives off her perch, arms tight to her sides, making herself a single file, the crown of her head leading the way as it THWUMPS into the juncture of Jasmine’s thighs. Washington sits bolt upright, the detonation against her womanhood rousing her like an electric shock. Hands burying in her crotch, jaw dropping, the dark eyes of the Dogg well with tears from the contemptible head butt to her privates.
Rising to a kneel between the outstretched legs of J-Dogg, Kat collects each limb behind the knee and ‘walks’ forward on her knees with them, stacking Jasmine on her shoulders with a matchbook for the…
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THRNOOO!
The Badass displays her determination, somehow lifting her left shoulder a few inches off the deck.
An enraged champ-champ shoves Washington’s legs aside as she rises and stomps Jasmine into a mudhole, the curvy blonde pounding away until she’s spent. Kat sweeps golden locks off her forehead and turns to the Pound, pointing at their Dogg.
“Time to put this bytch down!”
Braddock shovels Jasmine to her chest with a boot then moves to a standing, forward-facing straddle and collects each wrist, pulling the Nubian grappler’s arms up and back. Kat places a boot sole between Washington’s shoulderblades and uses her handles to draw J-Dogg into a painful arch. Jas winces as her vertebrae are put to the test, but there’s more than a hint of worry in those dark eyes as she knows Braddock has something more impactful in mind.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for those thoughts to come to pass as The Brat releases her grips and THUMPS the Dogg’s face into the deck with a vicious curbstomp, leaving Jasmine face down and lights out.
The pleased Quake takes a lap of the ring with arms raised high and wide, soaking in the animosity of the FAWNatics before returning to a stirring Wash. Kat shoves her challenger to her back with a thrusting stem and plants her foot atop Jasmine’s chest for a domineering pin and the win at…
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THRNOOO!
Washington regains the awareness to push Kat’s leg off, Braddock staggering a step before catching her balance and looking at J-Dogg with narrowing slits.
“You’re testing my last nerve, little doggie.”
The blonde scrapes Jas off the deck with a handful of ebony locks and a wrist and bullies her to a corner. She heaves Washington on her way with an Irish Whip, immediately following behind. When Jas turns into a back-first collision with the buckles, a leaping Kat is there like an instant avalanche CRUSHING her foe into the buckles, Braddock’s chest THUMPING into Jasmine’s wide-eyed features.
Braddock bounces away from the impact only to gather the waylaid Washington and send her racing to the opposite corner. And again, The Brat is close behind, repeating the process, sandwiching the increasingly rubbery challenger into another set of buckles, the crowd groaning as J-Dogg continues to be flattened under the flesh of Katrina Two-Belts.
Then, the utter audacity as Kat peels herself off Jasmine, pivots and sends Wash racing across the canvas again with a little added ‘ooomph’ behind this toss. Jas barrels across the squared circle and flies into a 180, CRASHING against the thinly-padded juncture of the cables. Somehow the Dogg remains upright, tossing a limp arm over the ropes on either side.
Seemingly caught off guard, thinking Jasmine should be on her backside from that level of impact, Braddock sprints across the canvas, lowering her shoulders as she closes in to drive one through the open midriff of the Dogg. But before the champ-champ reaches her target, Jasmine leans into the corner and vaults her extended legs high enough for Kat to zoom beneath. The curvy blonde isn’t halted until she dives between the buckles and THUNKS a shoulder into the steel ring post behind.
Washington lands a couple steps from the corner and turns to find a moaning champion inserted in a vulnerable stance, grasping at her right shoulder. J-Dogg wraps her arms around the tanned tummy of the Cali Quake and pulls her foe free of the disastrous decision. In one fluid motion, Jas launches the titles-holder up and over with a former teammate-infringed Over-n-Done German Suplex.
Jasmine holds onto her hug through the impact of Kat’s head and shoulders to the mat, stacking The Brat on those shoulders, Jas bridging for the…
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THRNOOO!
A spasm from Kat sends her tumbling to the side, now cradling the back of her skull instead of her limp right arm.
Jasmine takes a quick glance at Castle as she rises and, seeing two raised fingers, turns her attention back to the floored Braddock. She hops to the middle cable not far from the sprawled blonde and springboards into a senton across the tummy of the champ-champ.
Scrambling to her feet after eliciting a guttural groan from Braddock, Jasmine climbs the nearest corner.
The former sidekick of Vanilla Chill turns to look upon the splayed Queen of FAWN’s Hill and takes to the skies, soaring and twisting into her Jazzy Jump, spinning 180 degrees while in flight to SLAM her taut abs across the more pliant version of The Brat’s.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0qQ4OroacU )
A pain-racked Kat jackknifes under the aerial assault before melting to horizontal under a tight lateral press from the challenger, J-Dogg hooking a leg for insurance toward her newly won titles with Castle’s…
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THRNOOO!
A confused Jasmine, not hearing the third slap and knowing full well the Quake’s shoulders remain firmly planted, turns to find Nick. Castle in turn points to Kat’s left leg, which is draped limply over the bottom rope, Braddock having saved her belts for the time being with her supreme ring awareness.
A kneeling Wash runs her fingers through her raven locks in disbelief, FAWN’s top spot so near. But as Jas contemplates how close she’s come to making the organization her Dogg Pound, Braddock rolls under the bottom rope. The Quake drops to the floor and staggers to the steel barricade several steps away, leaning wearily against the divider as fans consider slapping Kat’s back but thinking better of it considering the possible reprisals.
Drawing in deep breaths, a frazzled Kat pushes away from the metal behind her, not fully aware of the movement in the ring. Within, Jasmine hits the far cables and dashes toward the near. She dives between the top and middle and CRASHES into the curvy, vertically-challenged champion with a Suicide Dive. The Brat is thumped by the missile the Dogg’s made of her body. She backpedals into a crunching collision with the steel.
Back arching in pain, a wincing Kat sinks to her backside, regretting it when Jasmine, who sticks her landing, delivers a soccer kick to the abundant chest of the champ-champ.
“Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of this fight the easy way,” Wash lets her adversary know.
Jas dispenses with the niceties, grabbing Kat by her golden locks and ripping Braddock to her feet. She bullies The Brat to ringside, draws back her noggin and THUMPS Braddock’s face into the deck. Kat’s cranium bounces away from the impact, her eyes glazed as she drunkenly stumbles away.
Noting the growing count from Castle, Jasmine rolls into the ring and cuts a corner as Braddock tries to make her escape toward the ramp. Washington catches the departing Kat with a grip on a shoulder, spinning the blonde to face her and driving a boot into Braddock’s belly, doubling her foe at the waist.
Washington snatches the spandex of the back side of Kat’s waistline, gives the blonde a healthy wedgie and bum-rushes Braddock back into the field of play, tossing The Brat in under the bottom rope, then closely following behind.
Jas isn’t nearly done with the faltering Braddock, ripping her off the canvas and whipping her to the far ropes. On The Brat’s return trip, the Badass from Hotlanta shows off her cataclysmic caboose, rotating into her signature Rear End, nearly removing Kat’s head from her shoulders with her ass-tastic takedown.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk )
Jasmine lands in a reverse-facing straddle of the slayed and splayed Brat. Wash plucks both legs off the canvas in a dual-legged cradle and gets the life-changing…
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THRNOOO!
Kat again shoves a shoulder up to the dismay of the groaning FAWNatics, Braddock showing she has her namesake’s nine lives.
Determined not to give Braddock an instant of recovery time, Jasmine drops to her cheeks at the head of the blonde and pulls the dazed Braddock to a seated position in front of her. J-Dogg snakes her arms under and around those of the champ-champ, securing a full nelson. She tugs Kat close and gives the flaxen-haired fireplug’s head and torso an enthusiastic rattle while her café-au-lait-colored legs surround Braddock’s ribs in a body scissors.
With The Brat’s squirming reduced, Jas leans to her back, drawing the shorter grappler onto her lap. Washington thrusts her pelvis up and forward, then ultimately down, giving Kat’s tailbone the express lane to the canvas, thumping her foe’s coccyx into the thinly sheathed floorboards with a spine-rattling Keester Bounce.
The Quake’s features twist in pain as the shockwave travels up her spinal column. But the Dogg isn’t done. She leans to her back once more, taking Kat for another ride before SPIKING the titles-holder’s ass to the deck, sending another shiver through the blonde. And if two is better, three’s the best. Jasmine repeats the process, THUNKING cheeks to mat one last time. Wash releases her nelson and Kat’s hands immediately fly to her aching backside, slipping beneath and massaging.
As The Brat squeezes the Charmin, a snickering J-Dogg latches onto the former Cali beachfighter’s golden locks. Jas pulls her adversary to hands and knees, Kat screaming at Castle to get the cheating challenger out of her hair. The Badass from Hotlanta ignores the requests of both until she has a standing head scissors on the World and Lightweight champ.
Jasmine collects Kat’s arms around the elbows and lifts Braddock’s wings high. Washington drops to her knees, BUSTING the face of the Quake with one of the Dogg’s favorite bones.
Scissored Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
After impact, Jas barrel rolls to her derriere, twisting Kat to her back, Braddock ending between the extended legs of the raven-haired Badass. In a seated pin, legs atop Kat’s shoulders, palms flat to the canvas, keeping Wash elevated, the Dogg nods her head along with Castle’s count for the…
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THRNOOO!
Continuing a familiar refrain, Braddock shoves a shoulder up before Nick’s final slap hits the mat, drawing a groan from the FAWNatics. Unperturbed, Washington back-somersaults to her feet and gets the crowd behind her with a rhythmic clap. As the FAWNatics pick up the beat with full force, uninvited guests Soshana Soto and Sofia Garcia of Muy Caliente, recently ubiquitous on the upper stage at Kat’s defenses appear and join the masses, clapping along.
SOSHANA SOTO
SOFIA GARCIA
In the ring, Jasmine appears more than a bit concerned at the arrival despite the newcomers following her lead. J-Dogg turns her attention back to a rising if harried Braddock. Jas swipes a clothesline in The Brat’s direction but the shorter blonde uses her size, or lack thereof, to her advantage, ducking under. Both women spin to each other and it’s J-Dogg who’s faster on the draw, driving a toe kick DEEP into Kat’s Achilles tummy.
With a moaning Braddock doubled at the waist, Jasmine moves to the blonde’s left side, leaps and drops the back of her knee across the back of Kat’s braincase, RAMMING the Quake’s face into the unforgiving deck with her Jas-Asser.
Jas-Asser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyZForHuOeQ ) :03
Washington pulls the remains of an unconscious, spreadeagled Kat into a stacked double-leg cradle, leaving little doubt the belts will be transferring to new ownership with the…
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THRENOOO!
In a state of shock, Jasmine turns her eyes to FAWN’s lead referee and can hardly believe the two fingers he has aloft. She shakes her head, mouthing the word ‘no’ multiple times. J-Dogg rises to make certain Castle knows what comes after two.
On the upper stage, the Caliente cuties stomp in pretend protest on Washington’s behalf. The FAWNatics join in filing their complaint, loudly booing what they’re sure is a slow count.
“I’m taking this one out of your hands,” Jasmine growls at the unrepentant official.
Having woozily pushed to all fours, Kat is roughly guided to her feet. Face to face with her foe, Jasmine lowers her head while wrapping her arms around the back of the blonde’s legs, stuffing her noggin between Braddock’s quaking stems.
The members of the Dogg Pound clamor with excitement, anticipating Jas finishing off Kat and her dual reign with one of the most brutal endings in the business, Jasmine’s Ass Backwards Driver.
Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQQSmR9sEI )
But as Wash launches the deadweight that is The Brat, holding onto the smaller blonde’s legs as Kat drapes down the back of the Nubian grappler, ready for spiking; a babyfaced blonde pushes between the lieutenants of the Caliente crew and sprints to the ring.
With Jasmine situating dead center to fully display the soon-to-be-demolished Braddock, the woman, garbed in a red, one-piece swimsuit, Baywatch-style, with white, knee-high boots, only now garners the attention of the crowd.
She slides into the ring at Castle’s and J-Dogg’s six o’clock and dives into a nasty chopblock to the back of Jasmine’s left knee. The sneak attack sends Jas down to that knee, effectively carrying out the finisher if sloppily.
As a yelping Washington releases her grip on Kat’s limp, lower limbs, Braddock finishes spread in an unconscious starfish behind the writhing J-Dogg.
Rising to her feet and shoving an intruding Castle aside, BIANCA SIMPSON, FAWN’s long-missing Jobber Extraordinaire has made the biggest mark of her unnoteworthy career. With her right leg throbbing, a confused Jas tries to ascend from her genuflection but is NAILED from behind with a knee to the back of her skull from Simpson, her sneak attack version of a Shining Wizard.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Jasmine splays face down from the well-placed impact, Bianca left occupying the squared circle with not one but two comatose main eventers.
As Soshana and Sofia look on in disbelief, their scouting mission becoming something much different, Nick waves toward the timekeeper’s table frantically, calling for the bell.
Bianca pulls a ragdolled Jas to a stooped, rubbery stance by dual handfuls of raven tresses. The unworthy prodigal daughter, jeers raining upon her, sits out, PLANTING Jasmine’s features into the deck with a sit-out facebuster, the never-seen finisher of Simpson’s.
As Bianca scrambles to her feet to check on the slowly stirring Kat, the announcer lays some bad good news on the angry assemblage.
“Your winner…via disqualification…JASMINE WASHINGTON.”
A few scattered cheers break through the voluminous hate.
With Braddock partially seated, leaning into Bianca’s lap, Simpson lightly taps the check of the Cali Quake.
“I knew you needed me, champ-champ. I knew it,” the deluded blonde assures.
“Who the hell are you?” Kat asks in a daze. “And what the hell…?”
The Brat is interrupted with the remainder of the announcement.
“But STILL your FAWN World and Lightweight Champions…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Bianca helps a relieved Kat to her feet and leans her in a corner. She races to the timekeeper’s table, collects Katrina Two-Belts’ hardware, and returns both to her.
“Right where they belong,” the obsequious Simpson comforts. “And I’m right where I belong. The champ’s muscle. The Quake’s top aftershock.”
“The Quake’s afterthought?” a puzzled Kat burbles, having trouble draping the belts over her shoulders let alone lifting them aloft.
“NO. Aftershock! Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Kat.” Bianca informs, guiding the champ-champ out of the ring before a rousing Jasmine can fully discover the screw job she’s suffered.
Braddock leans shoulder to shoulder against her rescuer as they stagger up the ramp together. Soto and Garcia are too gobsmacked to do anything but let them pass without a word, the two blondes pushing through the curtain as Summer Swelter dissolves to black.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
There’s excited hoots from the FAWNatics as J-Dogg pushes through the curtains and sets herself in the middle of the stage, looking over the sellout throng with more affection than the contempt she showed for much of her time last haunting the halls.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Washington is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ). Jasmine angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside all the more. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound grew considerably when she left the Vanilla Chill version of Kylie behind, and though Sanders reclaimed her place in the fans’ good graces while the Dogg was absent, Washington seems ready to find her niche, as there’s considerable support throughout tonight’s company. Of course, much of the reaction might have to do with the vile creature she’s facing in her top shelf return.
As Jas heads down the ramp, the barking begins in earnest, the assembled opening their arms and vocal cords to the woman who stripped Vanilla Chill of her laughable street cred and perhaps helped eventually lead Ky back to sanity.
The gorgeous African-American grappler bounces between either side as she moves down the ramp and aisle, slapping hands with the ecstatic admirers.
Jasmine asks for a microphone as she loiters at the bottom of the steps, then strides up after receipt, swooshing her hips and backside until she reaches the top. She slips through the ropes and moves to the middle turning to the hard cam.
“Hey dere, peeps. Ain’t got nuthin’ but love for my OG Kylie, so don’t be worryin’ bout no beef.”
The FAWNatics seem happy to hear Sanders doesn’t have another woman gunning for her.
“But dis Chill wannabe that be keepin’ all these belts for herself. She just a greedy bytch!”
A loud ‘ooooh’ rolls through the crowd.
“I ain’t about dat. I just want to put dat World Title around my waist. You keep your Lightweight prize and lose dat to someone else. As for the big belt, bytch, don’t step to the Dogg unless you want to get bit.”
Jasmine takes a bite out of the air in front of her then tosses the stick to an attendant on the floor and heads for her corner, allowing the ring announcer to finally break in.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship. First. The challenger. Standing five feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds. She is Hotlanta’s Badass, the J-Dogg of the yard…Jasmine Washington.”
Jas swivels her badonka-donk through a pirouette then gives the masses an ovation of their own, winning more to her cause. The Badass leans against the buckles, waiting for the arrival of FAWN’s Queen of the Hill.
A Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system and the FAWNatics transform to spiteful miscreants as the thunder from the speakers reverberates. An earthquake-sized round of boos makes clear the crowd’s distaste for the flaxen-haired fireplug about to grace them with her unsavory talents.
The hatred rises to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.
Beautiful Girls (https://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 subsides, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking and dual title-holding Golden State gremlin is center stage. With the Lightweight belt strapped around her plush, tanned tummy, the Cali Quake lifts the bigger, gaudier World belt off a shoulder.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Her gilded resume clear, the buxom Brat chuckles at the flood of animosity sent in her direction.
“HERE…TO…STAY!” she mouths to the crowd.
Lowering FAWN’s top prize back across her right shoulder, Kat heads for the squared circle with a Cheshire grin. The once-upon-a-time beach fighter, plucked from obscurity by Chrissy Daniel, strides toward the 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 passes the steps, waves dismissively at the pooch in the ring and snatches a microphone off the announcer’s table. Braddock saunters to the steel stairs and climbs, slipping between the cables when she reaches the apron.
Taking center stage as the face of FAWN, Braddock raises the stick to her lips as her music fades. The crowd’s volume rises to try and silence the curvy blonde.
“You know the rules. It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs and the champ-champ waits impatiently.
“Apparently the powers that be want the farm girl’s career to continue so they send her city mouse substitute to take the beating for her. Works for me. But that Pleasant Valley Putz’s time will come. Until then, let’s go Fido!”
Braddock turns both dark eyes in Jasmine’s direction and throws her arms wide.
Castle dives between champ and challenger as Wash is ready to tear the blonde limb from limb. He physically guides a furious Jas back to her corner.
“Put that bytch on a leash,” The Brat demands.
Kat clears her throat.
“Before you in all her glory…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. Your FAWN World AND Lightweight champion. THE California Quake. The most dominant champion ever known…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat drops the stick and raises a belt with each hand, reveling in the revulsion.
Kat moves to her corner and hands over the hardware for safekeeping then regally motions she’s ready, the bell ringing quickly behind.
Jasmine makes a beeline toward Braddock and the dual champ does the same, the women meeting in the middle. Wash ducks coming in and sends Kat crashing to the deck with a double-leg takedown. Landing atop the blonde in a Thesz Press, J-Dogg blasts away with right and left fists sweeping in from the sides. The Brat manages to block some with a raised guard, but she’s buffeted to and fro by those making it through.
Getting her arms under on a high-riding Jas and bucking, the flaxen-haired fireplug heaves her challenger overhead, freeing herself from the initial assault. Washington scrambles to her feet and spins to find Braddock rolling out under the bottom rope. Kat lands her boot soles on the arena floor and fashions her hands into a ‘T’, shouting at Castle for a time out.
“Gat back in, Kat,” a smirking FAWN’s lead official requests. “You know better than that.”
“How ‘bout you get her back and I will,” The Brat responds.
Nick turns to a bouncing Washington, Jasmine full of adrenaline. The retort is a simple one.
“Hell nah.”
Jasmine drops to the canvas and slides out and the chase is on, the Dogg sprinting after the fleeing champ-champ. After a trip around half the ring, Braddock dives back in and races to the opposite ropes with Jas on her tail. Kat rebounds toward the re-entered Wash and throws herself at the Dogg with a Thesz Press of her own. But while Washington staggers back a step or two, she isn’t taken off her feet. Instead, she has the titles-holder captured in a tight bearhug. Before Kat can squirm free, Jasmine pivots and sends the Cali Quake CRASHING to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e4rtt8bRpo ) 1:15
Pin pre-made by the landing, J-Dogg hooks a leg to add to her tight cross-body and gets the…
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Kat kicks loose in time. She rolls to her chest, then pushes to all fours and crawls for another journey to the outside. A risen Jas catches her foe by an ankle and drags the flailing Braddock back to the middle where the blonde breaks free. Katrina Two-Belts scrambles to her feet and swings a ragged clothesline at Wash.
Jasmine ducks under, wrapping her right arm across Braddock’s chest. Her left circles around behind the smaller grappler’s waist. The Dogg shows more of her bite, vaulting Kat high while laying out, sending The Brat plummeting to the canvas-covered floorboards with an exploder suplex that leaves Kat a spreadeagled wreck.
Exploder Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CHd_-aCNPs ) :13
Not wasting time, Jasmine clambers to the splayed blonde, collects a leg and spins into a back press pin for the…
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Braddock pushes her challenger off while throwing a shoulder off the mat. A seated Jas glances over a shoulder at the faltering Brat, a smirk emerging. She turns her focus to the hard cam.
“Can’t hang with the big Dogg.”
Washington pushes to her feet and finds Kat on her haunches. She helps Braddock up the rest of the way and bullies her for into a corner. Grasping a wrist and shoulder, Jasmine pivots and sends Braddock racing across the ring where the Brat turns and literally flies into a back-first collision with the buckles from the heave.
The study, curvy Braddock remains upright, an arm draped over the cables on either side. Charging in behind, J-Dogg is unprepared for Kat to have an answer for a Doggy-lanche. The vertically-challenged Kat pops Wash up in the air and over the ropes to the left, the challenger safely landing on the apron. Jas tosses a right cross at Kat’s jaw, but Braddock blocks. She laces her fingers behind Washington’s noggin and drops to her backside, hot-shotting Jasmine’s neck across the uppermost cable, Wash sent flying to the floor below. There, J-Dogg grasps at her throat, writhing on the thinly-padded concrete, desperately drawing in raspy breaths.
In the ring, a seated Brat points at her right temple, drawing the ire of the replenished Dogg Pound. She rolls under the ropes with a grin firmly planted, joining Jasmine on the outside. Snatching a handful of ebony locks, the Quake draws Washington to her feet, walks her a couple feet to the steel steps and POUNDS Jasmine’s forehead into the unforgiving metal, with a sickening ‘CLANK’.
Wash collapses from the collision, puddling at Kat’s feet. The Quake turns to the jeering FAWNatics.
“That’ll pacify a mad Dogg better than a rolled up newspaper!”
Kat rolls in and out of the ring to break Castle’s count, then plucks a blasted Jasmine off the floor. Grabbing a wrist, she Irish whips the Hotlanta Badass from short range to the steel barricade, Jas turning into the impact, her spine CRASHING into the divider. Her face is etched in pain as she slides to a seat against the barrier, head drooping forward. The vile Braddock surges forward and lifts a knee between the eyes of the battered Dogg, snapping her head back, the rear of her cranium ‘clunking’ against the metal again. A thoroughly demolished Jasmine flops to hip and shoulder, the promise of a fast start extinguished by the brutality of The Brat.
Kat scrapes what’s left of the Nubian warrior off the arena floor, the blonde’s success in leaving Jas a hot mess having silenced many in the Dogg Pound. Braddock maneuvers the ragdoll to the apron’s edge, lifts her to the mat, and rolls the remains in under the bottom rope. A chuckling Cali Quake dramatically wipes her brow and rolls in after.
Braddock grabs Jasmine’s wrists and pulls her a strategic distance from the nearest corner, making certain the Dogg’s stems are in a wide ‘V’ with a couple shoveling kicks to her ankles. Kat moves to the buckles, scaling them and turning to face her target.
“You ready for the Big One!” the Quake shouts to the dejected Pound. “Ready or not!”
Braddock dives off her perch, arms tight to her sides, making herself a single file, the crown of her head leading the way as it THWUMPS into the juncture of Jasmine’s thighs. Washington sits bolt upright, the detonation against her womanhood rousing her like an electric shock. Hands burying in her crotch, jaw dropping, the dark eyes of the Dogg well with tears from the contemptible head butt to her privates.
Rising to a kneel between the outstretched legs of J-Dogg, Kat collects each limb behind the knee and ‘walks’ forward on her knees with them, stacking Jasmine on her shoulders with a matchbook for the…
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The Badass displays her determination, somehow lifting her left shoulder a few inches off the deck.
An enraged champ-champ shoves Washington’s legs aside as she rises and stomps Jasmine into a mudhole, the curvy blonde pounding away until she’s spent. Kat sweeps golden locks off her forehead and turns to the Pound, pointing at their Dogg.
“Time to put this bytch down!”
Braddock shovels Jasmine to her chest with a boot then moves to a standing, forward-facing straddle and collects each wrist, pulling the Nubian grappler’s arms up and back. Kat places a boot sole between Washington’s shoulderblades and uses her handles to draw J-Dogg into a painful arch. Jas winces as her vertebrae are put to the test, but there’s more than a hint of worry in those dark eyes as she knows Braddock has something more impactful in mind.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for those thoughts to come to pass as The Brat releases her grips and THUMPS the Dogg’s face into the deck with a vicious curbstomp, leaving Jasmine face down and lights out.
The pleased Quake takes a lap of the ring with arms raised high and wide, soaking in the animosity of the FAWNatics before returning to a stirring Wash. Kat shoves her challenger to her back with a thrusting stem and plants her foot atop Jasmine’s chest for a domineering pin and the win at…
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THRNOOO!
Washington regains the awareness to push Kat’s leg off, Braddock staggering a step before catching her balance and looking at J-Dogg with narrowing slits.
“You’re testing my last nerve, little doggie.”
The blonde scrapes Jas off the deck with a handful of ebony locks and a wrist and bullies her to a corner. She heaves Washington on her way with an Irish Whip, immediately following behind. When Jas turns into a back-first collision with the buckles, a leaping Kat is there like an instant avalanche CRUSHING her foe into the buckles, Braddock’s chest THUMPING into Jasmine’s wide-eyed features.
Braddock bounces away from the impact only to gather the waylaid Washington and send her racing to the opposite corner. And again, The Brat is close behind, repeating the process, sandwiching the increasingly rubbery challenger into another set of buckles, the crowd groaning as J-Dogg continues to be flattened under the flesh of Katrina Two-Belts.
Then, the utter audacity as Kat peels herself off Jasmine, pivots and sends Wash racing across the canvas again with a little added ‘ooomph’ behind this toss. Jas barrels across the squared circle and flies into a 180, CRASHING against the thinly-padded juncture of the cables. Somehow the Dogg remains upright, tossing a limp arm over the ropes on either side.
Seemingly caught off guard, thinking Jasmine should be on her backside from that level of impact, Braddock sprints across the canvas, lowering her shoulders as she closes in to drive one through the open midriff of the Dogg. But before the champ-champ reaches her target, Jasmine leans into the corner and vaults her extended legs high enough for Kat to zoom beneath. The curvy blonde isn’t halted until she dives between the buckles and THUNKS a shoulder into the steel ring post behind.
Washington lands a couple steps from the corner and turns to find a moaning champion inserted in a vulnerable stance, grasping at her right shoulder. J-Dogg wraps her arms around the tanned tummy of the Cali Quake and pulls her foe free of the disastrous decision. In one fluid motion, Jas launches the titles-holder up and over with a former teammate-infringed Over-n-Done German Suplex.
Jasmine holds onto her hug through the impact of Kat’s head and shoulders to the mat, stacking The Brat on those shoulders, Jas bridging for the…
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A spasm from Kat sends her tumbling to the side, now cradling the back of her skull instead of her limp right arm.
Jasmine takes a quick glance at Castle as she rises and, seeing two raised fingers, turns her attention back to the floored Braddock. She hops to the middle cable not far from the sprawled blonde and springboards into a senton across the tummy of the champ-champ.
Scrambling to her feet after eliciting a guttural groan from Braddock, Jasmine climbs the nearest corner.
The former sidekick of Vanilla Chill turns to look upon the splayed Queen of FAWN’s Hill and takes to the skies, soaring and twisting into her Jazzy Jump, spinning 180 degrees while in flight to SLAM her taut abs across the more pliant version of The Brat’s.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0qQ4OroacU )
A pain-racked Kat jackknifes under the aerial assault before melting to horizontal under a tight lateral press from the challenger, J-Dogg hooking a leg for insurance toward her newly won titles with Castle’s…
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A confused Jasmine, not hearing the third slap and knowing full well the Quake’s shoulders remain firmly planted, turns to find Nick. Castle in turn points to Kat’s left leg, which is draped limply over the bottom rope, Braddock having saved her belts for the time being with her supreme ring awareness.
A kneeling Wash runs her fingers through her raven locks in disbelief, FAWN’s top spot so near. But as Jas contemplates how close she’s come to making the organization her Dogg Pound, Braddock rolls under the bottom rope. The Quake drops to the floor and staggers to the steel barricade several steps away, leaning wearily against the divider as fans consider slapping Kat’s back but thinking better of it considering the possible reprisals.
Drawing in deep breaths, a frazzled Kat pushes away from the metal behind her, not fully aware of the movement in the ring. Within, Jasmine hits the far cables and dashes toward the near. She dives between the top and middle and CRASHES into the curvy, vertically-challenged champion with a Suicide Dive. The Brat is thumped by the missile the Dogg’s made of her body. She backpedals into a crunching collision with the steel.
Back arching in pain, a wincing Kat sinks to her backside, regretting it when Jasmine, who sticks her landing, delivers a soccer kick to the abundant chest of the champ-champ.
“Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of this fight the easy way,” Wash lets her adversary know.
Jas dispenses with the niceties, grabbing Kat by her golden locks and ripping Braddock to her feet. She bullies The Brat to ringside, draws back her noggin and THUMPS Braddock’s face into the deck. Kat’s cranium bounces away from the impact, her eyes glazed as she drunkenly stumbles away.
Noting the growing count from Castle, Jasmine rolls into the ring and cuts a corner as Braddock tries to make her escape toward the ramp. Washington catches the departing Kat with a grip on a shoulder, spinning the blonde to face her and driving a boot into Braddock’s belly, doubling her foe at the waist.
Washington snatches the spandex of the back side of Kat’s waistline, gives the blonde a healthy wedgie and bum-rushes Braddock back into the field of play, tossing The Brat in under the bottom rope, then closely following behind.
Jas isn’t nearly done with the faltering Braddock, ripping her off the canvas and whipping her to the far ropes. On The Brat’s return trip, the Badass from Hotlanta shows off her cataclysmic caboose, rotating into her signature Rear End, nearly removing Kat’s head from her shoulders with her ass-tastic takedown.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk )
Jasmine lands in a reverse-facing straddle of the slayed and splayed Brat. Wash plucks both legs off the canvas in a dual-legged cradle and gets the life-changing…
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Kat again shoves a shoulder up to the dismay of the groaning FAWNatics, Braddock showing she has her namesake’s nine lives.
Determined not to give Braddock an instant of recovery time, Jasmine drops to her cheeks at the head of the blonde and pulls the dazed Braddock to a seated position in front of her. J-Dogg snakes her arms under and around those of the champ-champ, securing a full nelson. She tugs Kat close and gives the flaxen-haired fireplug’s head and torso an enthusiastic rattle while her café-au-lait-colored legs surround Braddock’s ribs in a body scissors.
With The Brat’s squirming reduced, Jas leans to her back, drawing the shorter grappler onto her lap. Washington thrusts her pelvis up and forward, then ultimately down, giving Kat’s tailbone the express lane to the canvas, thumping her foe’s coccyx into the thinly sheathed floorboards with a spine-rattling Keester Bounce.
The Quake’s features twist in pain as the shockwave travels up her spinal column. But the Dogg isn’t done. She leans to her back once more, taking Kat for another ride before SPIKING the titles-holder’s ass to the deck, sending another shiver through the blonde. And if two is better, three’s the best. Jasmine repeats the process, THUNKING cheeks to mat one last time. Wash releases her nelson and Kat’s hands immediately fly to her aching backside, slipping beneath and massaging.
As The Brat squeezes the Charmin, a snickering J-Dogg latches onto the former Cali beachfighter’s golden locks. Jas pulls her adversary to hands and knees, Kat screaming at Castle to get the cheating challenger out of her hair. The Badass from Hotlanta ignores the requests of both until she has a standing head scissors on the World and Lightweight champ.
Jasmine collects Kat’s arms around the elbows and lifts Braddock’s wings high. Washington drops to her knees, BUSTING the face of the Quake with one of the Dogg’s favorite bones.
Scissored Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg )
After impact, Jas barrel rolls to her derriere, twisting Kat to her back, Braddock ending between the extended legs of the raven-haired Badass. In a seated pin, legs atop Kat’s shoulders, palms flat to the canvas, keeping Wash elevated, the Dogg nods her head along with Castle’s count for the…
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Continuing a familiar refrain, Braddock shoves a shoulder up before Nick’s final slap hits the mat, drawing a groan from the FAWNatics. Unperturbed, Washington back-somersaults to her feet and gets the crowd behind her with a rhythmic clap. As the FAWNatics pick up the beat with full force, uninvited guests Soshana Soto and Sofia Garcia of Muy Caliente, recently ubiquitous on the upper stage at Kat’s defenses appear and join the masses, clapping along.
SOSHANA SOTO
SOFIA GARCIA
In the ring, Jasmine appears more than a bit concerned at the arrival despite the newcomers following her lead. J-Dogg turns her attention back to a rising if harried Braddock. Jas swipes a clothesline in The Brat’s direction but the shorter blonde uses her size, or lack thereof, to her advantage, ducking under. Both women spin to each other and it’s J-Dogg who’s faster on the draw, driving a toe kick DEEP into Kat’s Achilles tummy.
With a moaning Braddock doubled at the waist, Jasmine moves to the blonde’s left side, leaps and drops the back of her knee across the back of Kat’s braincase, RAMMING the Quake’s face into the unforgiving deck with her Jas-Asser.
Jas-Asser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyZForHuOeQ ) :03
Washington pulls the remains of an unconscious, spreadeagled Kat into a stacked double-leg cradle, leaving little doubt the belts will be transferring to new ownership with the…
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In a state of shock, Jasmine turns her eyes to FAWN’s lead referee and can hardly believe the two fingers he has aloft. She shakes her head, mouthing the word ‘no’ multiple times. J-Dogg rises to make certain Castle knows what comes after two.
On the upper stage, the Caliente cuties stomp in pretend protest on Washington’s behalf. The FAWNatics join in filing their complaint, loudly booing what they’re sure is a slow count.
“I’m taking this one out of your hands,” Jasmine growls at the unrepentant official.
Having woozily pushed to all fours, Kat is roughly guided to her feet. Face to face with her foe, Jasmine lowers her head while wrapping her arms around the back of the blonde’s legs, stuffing her noggin between Braddock’s quaking stems.
The members of the Dogg Pound clamor with excitement, anticipating Jas finishing off Kat and her dual reign with one of the most brutal endings in the business, Jasmine’s Ass Backwards Driver.
Ass Backwards Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdQQSmR9sEI )
But as Wash launches the deadweight that is The Brat, holding onto the smaller blonde’s legs as Kat drapes down the back of the Nubian grappler, ready for spiking; a babyfaced blonde pushes between the lieutenants of the Caliente crew and sprints to the ring.
With Jasmine situating dead center to fully display the soon-to-be-demolished Braddock, the woman, garbed in a red, one-piece swimsuit, Baywatch-style, with white, knee-high boots, only now garners the attention of the crowd.
She slides into the ring at Castle’s and J-Dogg’s six o’clock and dives into a nasty chopblock to the back of Jasmine’s left knee. The sneak attack sends Jas down to that knee, effectively carrying out the finisher if sloppily.
As a yelping Washington releases her grip on Kat’s limp, lower limbs, Braddock finishes spread in an unconscious starfish behind the writhing J-Dogg.
Rising to her feet and shoving an intruding Castle aside, BIANCA SIMPSON, FAWN’s long-missing Jobber Extraordinaire has made the biggest mark of her unnoteworthy career. With her right leg throbbing, a confused Jas tries to ascend from her genuflection but is NAILED from behind with a knee to the back of her skull from Simpson, her sneak attack version of a Shining Wizard.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Jasmine splays face down from the well-placed impact, Bianca left occupying the squared circle with not one but two comatose main eventers.
As Soshana and Sofia look on in disbelief, their scouting mission becoming something much different, Nick waves toward the timekeeper’s table frantically, calling for the bell.
Bianca pulls a ragdolled Jas to a stooped, rubbery stance by dual handfuls of raven tresses. The unworthy prodigal daughter, jeers raining upon her, sits out, PLANTING Jasmine’s features into the deck with a sit-out facebuster, the never-seen finisher of Simpson’s.
As Bianca scrambles to her feet to check on the slowly stirring Kat, the announcer lays some bad good news on the angry assemblage.
“Your winner…via disqualification…JASMINE WASHINGTON.”
A few scattered cheers break through the voluminous hate.
With Braddock partially seated, leaning into Bianca’s lap, Simpson lightly taps the check of the Cali Quake.
“I knew you needed me, champ-champ. I knew it,” the deluded blonde assures.
“Who the hell are you?” Kat asks in a daze. “And what the hell…?”
The Brat is interrupted with the remainder of the announcement.
“But STILL your FAWN World and Lightweight Champions…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Bianca helps a relieved Kat to her feet and leans her in a corner. She races to the timekeeper’s table, collects Katrina Two-Belts’ hardware, and returns both to her.
“Right where they belong,” the obsequious Simpson comforts. “And I’m right where I belong. The champ’s muscle. The Quake’s top aftershock.”
“The Quake’s afterthought?” a puzzled Kat burbles, having trouble draping the belts over her shoulders let alone lifting them aloft.
“NO. Aftershock! Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Kat.” Bianca informs, guiding the champ-champ out of the ring before a rousing Jasmine can fully discover the screw job she’s suffered.
Braddock leans shoulder to shoulder against her rescuer as they stagger up the ramp together. Soto and Garcia are too gobsmacked to do anything but let them pass without a word, the two blondes pushing through the curtain as Summer Swelter dissolves to black.