Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2023 17:33:36 GMT
With Slaybor Day’s grand finale on tap, the buzz in the crowd reaches a fever pitch, the sellout throng more than ready to celebrate the end of the Brat’s increasingly impressive reign with not only the World Title but the Lightweight removed.
Tonight, both gilded straps would be on the line and with the fight a theatrical three-way, the champ-champ wouldn’t need to be pinned or surrender to lose her belts.
When Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena, the crowd’s collective gaze moves to the upper stage, ready to welcome the fight’s first challenger.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
Excited hoots from the FAWNatics fill the arena as J-Dogg, the only woman to beat Katrina Two-Belts during 2023, albeit via disqualification, pushes through the curtains and sets herself center stage. The golden-brown Badass from Hotlanta gazes over the horde of onlookers, the masses showing raucous affection for the Dogg. It’s a clamor Washington had oft times not heard in her checkered career, but with this evening’s threesome, she’s clearly, at the very least, the lesser of evils.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Jas is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ).
Wash angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath, the woman wears a camo tanktop and boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound grew considerably when Jasmine left the hated Vanilla Chill version of Kylie behind and, though Sanders reclaimed her place in the fans’ good graces while the Dogg was long absent, Washington seems ready to find her niche on the side of good.
As J-Dogg heads down the ramp, the crowd’s 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, in a way, helped lead Ky back to sanity.
The gorgeous African-American grappler bounces between either side as she moves down the aisle, slapping hands with the ecstatic admirers.
Jasmine loiters at the bottom of the steps, taking in the scene, her second chance to become the top Dogg in three Pay-Per-Views. She wouldn’t get another. It had to happen tonight. But if it did, defending champion at FAWNAMANIA! next month. The thought has to be overwhelming.
Washington strides up the stairs, 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.
Jasmine takes a canine bite out of the air in front of her as her music fades, allowing the ring announcer to break in.
“Tonight’s next contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for both the FAWN World and Lightweight Championships. First. Challenger Number One. 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. Washington moves to her corner and leans against the buckles, waiting for the arrival of her remaining adversaries.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for Braddock’s second challenger.
The accompaniment for Muy Caliente fills the bowl and the mob rises to its feet again. It’s a mixed bag for Numero Uno of the Latina Strike Force, plenty in central Florida still making a space in front of them for their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
As the party grows to a 50-50 split for G-Money, Gabs’ popularity taking a tumble after having gone back to her underhanded ways, El Hefe of Caliente pushes through the curtains. The bubble-blowing bad girl sambas to center stage and gazes upon the crowd with a malicious smirk.
GABBY MENDOZA
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Mendoza points and pump fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring. She selectively claps palms with her people on the way.
The Bubblicious connoisseur reaches the battleground, flippantly waving toward her fellow contender.
Gabby’s in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold display, the two piece of cropped tanktop and booty shorts showing solidarity with her Muy Muy crew-y ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the Caliente wardrobe.
Moving up the steps, the Terrible Texan hesitates to confirm the Dogg isn’t ready to bite before slipping through the ropes and moving to the buckles down the ropes from the Badass.
The announcer sees his chance as the music fades.
“And our next challenger, from Irving Texas, standing 5’5” and weighing 122 pounds, G-Money…Gabby Mendoza.”
Gabs also passes on any pre-match soliloquy. Mendoza raises her arms high and wide to salute the remaining rabid fans of the Latina Strike Force, Mendoza blowing a huge sugary, pink bubble as she turns her gaze to the stage above.
A Richter scale rumble 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 blue, booty-blasting gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, with boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
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Reaching the ring, Kat passes the steps, waves dismissively at each competitor 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.
“Do I have to tell you again? It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs, the champ-champ waiting impatiently, her eyes focused on the lens of the hard cam.
“So it’s ‘kill two birds with one stone’ time! Suits me. The J-Bytch was gifted a so-called win in the only way she’d ever get one. She won’t be as lucky, tonight. As for G-Dummy, I don’t know why your silly little troop of miscreants decided to mess with me, but I’m happy to show the head stooge that’s no bueno.”
Braddock drops the mic and heads for home base as the ring announcer makes his final introduction.
“And finally, the FAWN World and Lightweight champion…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. THE California Quake. THE organization’s dual-belt natural disaster…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat raises both titles, one in each hand, reveling in the revulsion, then hands over the hardware for safekeeping before majestically motioning she’s ready, the bell ringing quickly behind.
As the bell tolls, all three women tense, dropping into slight crouches. Jasmine and Gabby turn toward each other, then simultaneously toward The Brat.
“Whoa. Hold on,” Kat pleads, pushing put plaintive palms, barely getting the words out of her mouth before the Badass from Hotlanta and the Babyfaced Killer charge the dual champion and together start beating the blonde down.
With no wrestling moves of which to speak, the challengers simply club Braddock down to a knee with blows against her lowering back. Standing on either side of the genuflecting Kat, Jas and Gabs take turns NAILING the jaw of the champ-champ with forward kicks to face. Each impact points Braddock in the direction of her other challenger until finally a stereo set of sidekicks to the chin lay Kat on her back, the blonde’s thighs folded atop her calves.
Both women move for a pin but halt when each sees the other going for victory. Washington steps toward her fellow challenger swiping a clothesline toward the Latina’s clavicle. Mendoza steps under and when J-Dogg spins to bring Gabby back into view, the bubble-blower leaps into a sharp dropkick to the chest that sends Jasmine backpedaling to the ropes.
Washington remains upright on hitting the cables, throwing an arm over the strand in each direction. Seeing this, the Muy Caliente generalissimo charges with her own lariat drawn and THUMPS her raised right wing across the chest of the African-American grappler. Wash tumbles over in a backflip, Jas crashing against the edge of the apron on the way to pooling on the arena floor.
Within, Gabby charges a rising Braddock. The blonde pivots and collects Mendoza off the canvas, ready to plant her foe with a sidewalk slam. But the momentum of the Latina is too much to control for the California Quake. G-Money escapes her foe’s grip, spinning around Kat, wrapping a momentary scissors around the flaxen-haired fireplug’s noggin and sending The Brat flying with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbK9fqIU2ZY )
Braddock lands with a ring-rattling thump. She arches her spine in pain, reaching for her lower vertebrae. Her foe a few feet from a set of buckles, Gabby assists Kat to her feet, draws the champ-champ’s head back with a handful of golden locks and SLAMS The Brat’s forehead into the thin layer of top-shelf padding.
Delighting in the stunned, glassy eyes on Kat’s visage, Mendoza repeats the process, the FAWNatics joyfully counting along through a full ten-spot of turnbuckles smashes. A smirking G-Money tosses the stunned Braddock past her, a wobbling Kat remaining upright and trying to regain her bearings center stage.
Charging the former beachfighter, Gabby locks elbows with a swiping Braddock and uses the linked arms to rotate around the rear of her foe. Coming out the other side, Gabs catches Kat in a front facelock and seamlessly PLANTS Braddock’s skull into the deck with a Float-over DDT.
Float-over DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9nUFnUt7kg ) :26
Absently, the blonde flops to her back, leaving the invitation open for the Caliente captain.
Gabby dives across the splattered Kat in a lateral press. She hooks the far leg for good measure for the career-changing…
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The Brat kicks loose just before a late-arriving Jasmine pounds a boot between Mendoza’s shoulderblades. As Gabby lurches forward, she hotshots herself across the bottom rope, the rubber-coated steel thrust across her throat. Gabby grasps at her reddening neck and breathlessly rolls out of the ring.
Inside, a struggling Braddock is rising, though her head droops from the previous abuse.
Raising an arm and gleefully twirling an invisible lasso to rally the crowd, Washington surges toward her adversary. Jasmine leaps, extending her right leg and placing the crook of her knee across the back of the Cali Quake’s cranium. J-Dogg sits out, sending Kat’s face careening into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her JasAsser.
JasAsser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyZForHuOeQ )
The force of the impact rolls the semi-conscious Kat to her back and Jasmine stacks the champ-champ on her shoulders with a cradled pin for the…
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A reentering Gabby breaks The Brat loose in the nick of time, keeping the Quake in charge of the gold but more importantly keeping herself within three seconds of taking the prize.
Mendoza and the Dogg scramble to their feet and face off, the assembled cheering their efforts at relieving Braddock of her belts but also of combining to beat The Brat from pillar to post.
Tensed for battle with each other, their attention turns to a rising Kat. They pivot toward the blonde in front and between them in tandem and NAIL simultaneous superkicks to the chin of Katrina Two-Belts. Braddock goes board straight, her eyes rolling white as she timbers, falling flat next to the ropes.
Both challengers dive to collect her, but only manage to cross purposes and accidentally shove her out of the ring, Braddock plopping to the arena floor.
Both pushing to hands and knees, Gabby and Jasmine appear less amenable toward each other. They shove to their feet and exchange fire, loading and lashing with right fists in turn, the FAWNatics ‘yaying’ connections of balled digits to bruising faces on both sides of the salvos.
Finally, Jas breaks the back and forth with a block and a second, third and fourth punch in a row to G-Money’s mush. With the leader of the Latina Strike Force in a stupor, J-Dogg adds to her troubles with a spinning kick to the cranium she monikered Trouble in the Dogg Pound.
Trouble in the Dogg Pound ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2NQSmTYgfA )
Mendoza remains upright for a heartbeat then collapses to the canvas, spreading in a wide starfish beneath Washington.
Jas considers the cover but sees Kat sneaking into the ring out of her peripheral vision. She shares her ‘Trouble’ with a second recipient, pirouetting into a nasty collision of boot to temple.
Braddock spins in a gobsmacked 180, her back to the rampaging J-Dogg. Wash encircles the titleholder’s arms and launches the flaxen-haired fireplug up and over with a Tiger Suplex, Kat landing sickeningly on the back of her neck and skull.
Tiger Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
Jas holds onto her underhooks to keep a jackknifed Brat stacked on her shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
There’s no saving grace from an incapacitated Mendoza. However, somehow a tremor rattles through the body of the Cali Quake and it’s enough to send the blonde spilling to her side, keeping Kat’s title reigns alive by the barest of margins.
A flustered Washington, in disbelief The Brat’s tough enough to have survived, nevertheless presses her advantage. Rising, the Nubian beauty pounds a soccer kick into the cleft of Kat’s bosom, flattening the champ-champ to a vulnerable spreadeagle.
But instead of dropping for a pin, Jasmine hustles to the nearby buckles and climbs to the top, turning to find her target for a Jazzy Jump to finish off Braddock.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbv9S9pgCRY )
Before the Dogg can launch, a staggering Mendoza, using the ropes to guide herself, leaps to the occupied corner and shakes Washington’s foundations enough for Jasmine to lose her balance and rack her crotch atop the corner wire holding buckles to post.
Jasmine’s face twists in anguish, dark eyes crossing. Her hands shoot to her throbbing womanhood, gingerly trying to rise and extricate herself from the predicament.
Gabby hops to the bottom rope, ‘helps’ her fellow challenger off her painful seat, then hiptosses Jasmine into an awkward, elevated senton across the open tanned tummy of the splayed Braddock.
Dropping to the canvas, Gabs shift the grimacing Jasmine off the splashed titleholder. Mendoza places the women side by side and returns to the Dogg’s former penthouse pound.
Turning to face her embattled adversaries, Gabby takes to the skies, reaching incredible heights. At the top of her flight, the Caliente captain collapses into a tight ball then gets all Froggie, spreading wide like a flying squirrel and absolutely CRUSHING Jasmine and Kat under a double-barreled Frog Splash to claim both the Lightweight and World Championships by pinning both champ and challenger alike.
Frog Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP8nLEsIqro ) :13
Braddock and J-Dogg spastically jackknife beneath the destructive landing, then melt to demolished single files beneath the conquering Latina for the…
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THRENOOO!
Kat and Jasmine contribute to saving each other, both kicking their way from under the embarrassing double pin with a split-second to spare. As Washington gingerly starts her ascent, Mendoza sinks her ruby-tipped nails into Kat’s golden locks.
The leader of the Latina Strike Force tugs a groaning Braddock to her feet, then pivots and shoots a side kick into the café-au-lait-colored tummy of the Dogg. A breathy ‘ooof’ escapes Jasmine’s lips as she’s doubled at the waist.
The Babyfaced Killer takes advantage of her foe’s vicinity, delving digits into the cinnamon-hued locks of the Badass from Hotlanta. Drawing both women together in front of her, the grapplers in a hazy face-to-face, G-Money draws back the noggin of her adversaries and THUNKS the foreheads together, banging coconuts.
Wash seems to have a firmer skull as she staggers away in a u-turn, trying to keep her balance as she steps in fencepost holes, arm outstretched in front of her. Meanwhile, The Brat is sent rocketing to the canvas from the collision. On her back, Kat cradles her braincase with both hands, unable to get out of first gear against either challenger thus far, particularly the Caliente captain.
With Braddock splayed before her, the cheeky Texan steps a boot on the plush, lightly tanned abs of the champ-champ, Braddock grunting as Mendoza uses her as a welcome mat. Moving past to the nearby corner. Gabby grabs the ropes on either side of the top buckle.
As Kat slowly rises, G-Money leaps to a crouched stance on the same ropes and launches toward a majestic moonsault press.
Moonsault Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3el0V2gBOuQ )
But instead of crashing down across the Cali Quake, Braddock’s shoved aside with a pump kick to the left shoulder from J-Dogg. Washington catches the flipping bubble-blower out of thin air, arms wrapping tight around the golden midriff of the overturned Latina.
The FAWNatics roar in approval at such a spectacular snag. With Gabby wriggling within the upside-down bearhug of her fellow challenger, Jas drops to her knees and SPIKES Mendoza’s skull into the deck with a Tombstone Piledriver.
Tombstone Piledriver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6lLW2yv5Fw ) :04
Showing the move its traditional respect, Jasmine crosses the arms across the bosom of the comatose Caliente captain, pressing her palms down atop the unconscious Mendoza for the…
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From behind, Kat lays into the base of Washington’s cranium with a vicious soccer kick from behind, breaking the pin. Braddock hastily shoves the glassy-eyed Dogg aside, judging Gabby the most vulnerable. The voluptuous vulture lowers across the starfished Latina in a full body pin, the blonde’s palms pressing against Gabby’s wrists overhead, Kat chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis.
“COUNT!” Katrina Two Belts shouts.
Castle’s already on the way down and slaps the canvas for…
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Mendoza resuscitates, throwing a shoulder up.
Not taking the time to complain about Castle’s slow count, Braddock turns and dives across the Dogg in a crossbody for the..
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It’s Jasmine’s turn to force a shoulderblade off the canvas and Braddock screams bloody murder.
“What is WRONG with you!”
Nick refuses to escalate the confrontation, instead silently holding up two fingers.
The Brat shakes her head and grabs a handful of Gabby’s locks, ripping Mendoza to her feet, at long last in full control. She transfers her grip to a shoulder and wrist and Irish whips the Caliente captain to the far ropes, dropping into a three-point stance while G-Money turns into a back-first rebound.
Launching out of the ‘blocks’ like an Olympic sprinter, Braddock races toward a spear of which a bull could be proud, shoulders lowered, ready to split Mendoza in two…when Jasmine pounces from her left. J-Dogg BLASTS the airborne blonde to the side, Braddock almost sent soaring out of the ring on the fly. Unfortunately for Jas, an out-of-control Gabby runs headlong into her fellow challenger, a T-Bone car crash of a connection between the Terrible Texan and Jas.
The women end in a jumble of torsos and limbs dead center while, near the ropes, the woman defending both belts is face down, moaning,
With all three women decimated, the crowd shows their favor, chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME” at the flattened grapplers, their appreciation for the all-out effort boisterous.
All three combatants begin to rise, perhaps spurred on by the enthusiastic assembly. As Jasmine and Gabby lean on each other to try and reach vertical, the former beachfighter from Huntington uses the ropes. Reaching her feet first, he blonde throws herself off the cables. Braddock charges and leaps into a double-crossbody splash of her risen adversaries. But together, the women manage to maintain their balance, catching the fireplug blonde and steadying their balance in tandem.
Turning toward each other, Jas and Gabs seem to share an identical thought and they send a wide-eyed, head-shaking Kat FLYING with a dual fallaway slam, Braddock crashing to canvas-covered earth halfway across the ring.
Double Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbBzU7jrumM ) :09
Mendoza and J-Dogg simultaneous kip to their feet and take each other back down with coinciding clotheslines.
Jasmine and Gabby lie like cordwood next to each other, heads pointed in opposite directions, navels of gulping tummies on the same latitude.
While Kat again struggles to regain her bearings, Mendoza and Washington each exhaustedly drape an arm across the other’s lower pelvis.
Nick shrugs and drops to a knee next to both, counting toward a double pin the results of which he couldn’t fathom with his…
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THRNOOO!
Luckily for the FAWN Championship Rules Committee, the Cali Quake breaks up both pins, diving in a somersault splash across the abdomen of the warriors, remaining swathed across the bugeyed, breathless Nubian beauty and Latina lovely for a Barbielicious…
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THRNOOO!
Again, two bodies beneath a pinning predicament of one proves too much for the topsider to keep in place, Kat sent rolling off from four heaving arms.
Braddock grabs a wrist of G-Money and rips Mendoza to her feet. The Brat pirouettes, sending Gabby racing off to the far corner with a whip. Gabs spins into a ragged, back-first collision with the buckles, remaining upright with arms flung over top ropes.
The champ-champ applies the same force of will and strength to yank J-Dogg to her boot soles. Treating Jasmine with the same contempt, a snarling Kat heaves Washington into a similar sprint. A twisting, flying Jas SANDWICHES Gabby between her back and the buckles.
With the challengers stacked in the corner, a grinning Kat follows in for a very special menage a trois, Braddock leaping into a corner avalanche splash that DESTROYS both the Dogg and the pounded Latina beneath her.
Braddock steps back from her challengers and delivers a flashing side kick to the golden-brown abdomen of J-Dogg. The thrust doubles Jasmine, in turn blasting Washington’s booty into Gabby’s pelvis, Mendoza breathlessly bent.
The Cali Quake jogs to the far buckles, arms high and wide, drawing a round of jeers from the FAWNatics. She turns and sprints toward the stacked grapplers, lowering a shoulder to spear both through. But with Braddock a few steps removed, Jas tugs herself clear, saving herself but not the Caliente captain behind her. Kat buries her shoulder into golden Latina tummy. The champ-champ folds Gabby deep between the buckles, the Texan’s dark eyes wide, tongue poking from between her lips, pink wad of gum dribbling from her lips.
Kat picks up the chewed Bubblicious.
“Think you lost something.”
The Brat spits on the pink blob then STUFFS it between Mendoza’s parted lips.
“Blow that!” the blonde demands.
Kat turns to find Jasmine but finds WAY too much, Wash leaping and banging backside to Braddock’s face with her Rear End.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk )
The blonde is sent rocketing to the deck from the ass attack and Jas drops atop her, booty to bosom. Facing her foe’s legs, Washington collects both lower limbs and folds Kat into a jackknife pin, J-Dogg leaning back, pointing Braddock’s rump to the rafters for the…
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A gasping Gabby interrupts with a superkick to Jasmine’s jaw that breaks the pin and sends the Dogg tumbling off the titleholder.
Mendoza leaps atop Kat when the blonde starts to rise to a seated position, the Latina’s knees ending atop Braddock’s biceps, Kat’s chin wedged into G-Money’s crotch. The Babyfaced Killer buffets Braddock’s noggin with rights and lefts, Kat’s head rocking from side to side.
With the salvo having left Katrina Two-Belts in a daze, Mendoza slides down the flaxen-haired fireplug’s frame, pulls out her gum and packs it into Kat’s cleavage.
“You can sell that online after the match. It’ll be worth a lot, what with me being the World and Lightweight Champ.”
Mendoza back somersaults off The Brat’s body, popping to a stance between Kat’s boots. She scoops both lower limbs at the ankles and flips forward, ending in a bridge above the splayed Braddock. Castle hustles to the canvas and slaps the mat for the…
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It’s Jasmine’s turn to halt an attempt to take the belts from Braddock, dropping to her knees at the women’s sides and BURYING a double axhandle into the open midriff of the Latina.
Gabby’s bridge collapses, G-Money landing atop a squirming Kat. Jasmine peels Mendoza off and bum rushes her to the far ropes, tossing the Texan over the top and turning back to finish off the champ-champ.
She strides purposefully to the rising blonde. But what Wash doesn’t realize is Gabby didn’t tumble to the floor from the heave. The Caliente captain grabbed the top rope and held her position on the apron outside. Stealthily reentering, Mendoza whistles at Washington. Jas reflexively turns to the noise and Gabby launches.
G-Money skies toward the startled Jasmine, collapsing to a tight ball against J-Dogg’s chest while reaching her arms around the back of her fellow challenger’s head. Mendoza lets gravity do the rest, laying out and BLOWING UP Jasmine’s game with her Bursting Your Bubble Codebreaker finisher.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) : 00
Jas flips through the devastating collision, out cold before sliding to a stop a few feet from Gabby.
A weary Mendoza pushes to her feet, taking a second to acknowledge the glorious sight before her when a familiar voice shouts ‘HEY’ from behind. Caught in the same trap as Jasmine, Gabs instinctively spins to face The Brat and is rewarded with a nasty pirouette of a Skull Kick to G-Money’s braincase.
Skull Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkC3n6mIek ) : 00
Not taking any chances, Braddock pulls Mendoza off the deck, drawing the semiconscious bubble-blower to her feet, Gabby sagging in front of the glistening blonde. The Brat tugs the limp Latina into a front facelock, tossing a lifeless arm of her challenger across the back of her neck.
Grabbing a handful of spandex at Mendoza’s hip, Braddock pulls Gabs off the deck and into an elevated cradle against her chest. The silenced crowd knows what’s next.
Kat lays out and SPIKES Gabby’s head into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her unrivaled Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
The Brat rolls an insensate Mendoza to a spreadeagle and slithers atop in a crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
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THREEE!
The crowd groans dejectedly, the California Quake having somehow survived Slaybor Day against two extremely motivated opponents, both now unconscious, one next to her, the other beneath her.
A spent Kat allows Mendoza’s captured limb to drop and rolls to her back to lounge atop Gabby, raising her arms and calling for her gold.
Castle motions for the belts and they’re delivered post-haste. Nick accepts them and transports them to an exhausted Braddock, the blonde making it to a slumped, seated position, leaning against Mendoza’s carcass.
FAWN’s lead official uses Braddock’s property as bait to lure her away from beating down the vanquished challengers further, but a depleted Kat makes shows no such interest after ripping the titles away from Castle.
The Brat moves to a corner and ascends, lording over the jeering masses, championships raised high.
“FOR…EVER!” Katrina Two-Belts screams. “FOR…EVER!”
The Slaybor Day broadcast fades to black.
Tonight, both gilded straps would be on the line and with the fight a theatrical three-way, the champ-champ wouldn’t need to be pinned or surrender to lose her belts.
When Jasmine V’s soft melodic ’That’s Me Right There’ fills the arena, the crowd’s collective gaze moves to the upper stage, ready to welcome the fight’s first challenger.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEyAAniu5U&index=36&list=PLFgquLnL59anjMBFmfztjKvngIUN1F987 )
Excited hoots from the FAWNatics fill the arena as J-Dogg, the only woman to beat Katrina Two-Belts during 2023, albeit via disqualification, pushes through the curtains and sets herself center stage. The golden-brown Badass from Hotlanta gazes over the horde of onlookers, the masses showing raucous affection for the Dogg. It’s a clamor Washington had oft times not heard in her checkered career, but with this evening’s threesome, she’s clearly, at the very least, the lesser of evils.
JASMINE WASHINGTON
Jas is dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ).
Wash angrily snaps her head back to clear the hood, her shoulder-length ebony locks brought into view. Beneath, the woman wears a camo tanktop and boy-cut trunks ( i.imgur.com/YEaJV9G.jpg ) which accentuate her bootylicious backside. Below are black pads and boots.
The Dogg Pound grew considerably when Jasmine left the hated Vanilla Chill version of Kylie behind and, though Sanders reclaimed her place in the fans’ good graces while the Dogg was long absent, Washington seems ready to find her niche on the side of good.
As J-Dogg heads down the ramp, the crowd’s 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, in a way, helped lead Ky back to sanity.
The gorgeous African-American grappler bounces between either side as she moves down the aisle, slapping hands with the ecstatic admirers.
Jasmine loiters at the bottom of the steps, taking in the scene, her second chance to become the top Dogg in three Pay-Per-Views. She wouldn’t get another. It had to happen tonight. But if it did, defending champion at FAWNAMANIA! next month. The thought has to be overwhelming.
Washington strides up the stairs, 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.
Jasmine takes a canine bite out of the air in front of her as her music fades, allowing the ring announcer to break in.
“Tonight’s next contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for both the FAWN World and Lightweight Championships. First. Challenger Number One. 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. Washington moves to her corner and leans against the buckles, waiting for the arrival of her remaining adversaries.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for Braddock’s second challenger.
The accompaniment for Muy Caliente fills the bowl and the mob rises to its feet again. It’s a mixed bag for Numero Uno of the Latina Strike Force, plenty in central Florida still making a space in front of them for their own personal dance floors, shifting their hips in time with the music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
As the party grows to a 50-50 split for G-Money, Gabs’ popularity taking a tumble after having gone back to her underhanded ways, El Hefe of Caliente pushes through the curtains. The bubble-blowing bad girl sambas to center stage and gazes upon the crowd with a malicious smirk.
GABBY MENDOZA
With supportive signs scattered throughout the bowl, Mendoza points and pump fists at her fans before breaking toward the ramp and ring. She selectively claps palms with her people on the way.
The Bubblicious connoisseur reaches the battleground, flippantly waving toward her fellow contender.
Gabby’s in her Caliente gear, former iconic mini-skirt and bustier replaced by a purple and gold display, the two piece of cropped tanktop and booty shorts showing solidarity with her Muy Muy crew-y ( www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/671209460/pro-wrestling-gear-womens-crop-top-and ). Black pads and gold boots complete the Caliente wardrobe.
Moving up the steps, the Terrible Texan hesitates to confirm the Dogg isn’t ready to bite before slipping through the ropes and moving to the buckles down the ropes from the Badass.
The announcer sees his chance as the music fades.
“And our next challenger, from Irving Texas, standing 5’5” and weighing 122 pounds, G-Money…Gabby Mendoza.”
Gabs also passes on any pre-match soliloquy. Mendoza raises her arms high and wide to salute the remaining rabid fans of the Latina Strike Force, Mendoza blowing a huge sugary, pink bubble as she turns her gaze to the stage above.
A Richter scale rumble 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 blue, booty-blasting gear, the two-piece ensemble accentuating her curves both bottom and top, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, with boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
Kat’s gear (
and ( ).Reaching the ring, Kat passes the steps, waves dismissively at each competitor 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.
“Do I have to tell you again? It’s time to shut your damn mouths!”
The throng forces every negative decibel available from their lungs, the champ-champ waiting impatiently, her eyes focused on the lens of the hard cam.
“So it’s ‘kill two birds with one stone’ time! Suits me. The J-Bytch was gifted a so-called win in the only way she’d ever get one. She won’t be as lucky, tonight. As for G-Dummy, I don’t know why your silly little troop of miscreants decided to mess with me, but I’m happy to show the head stooge that’s no bueno.”
Braddock drops the mic and heads for home base as the ring announcer makes his final introduction.
“And finally, the FAWN World and Lightweight champion…from Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. THE California Quake. THE organization’s dual-belt natural disaster…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The Brat raises both titles, one in each hand, reveling in the revulsion, then hands over the hardware for safekeeping before majestically motioning she’s ready, the bell ringing quickly behind.
As the bell tolls, all three women tense, dropping into slight crouches. Jasmine and Gabby turn toward each other, then simultaneously toward The Brat.
“Whoa. Hold on,” Kat pleads, pushing put plaintive palms, barely getting the words out of her mouth before the Badass from Hotlanta and the Babyfaced Killer charge the dual champion and together start beating the blonde down.
With no wrestling moves of which to speak, the challengers simply club Braddock down to a knee with blows against her lowering back. Standing on either side of the genuflecting Kat, Jas and Gabs take turns NAILING the jaw of the champ-champ with forward kicks to face. Each impact points Braddock in the direction of her other challenger until finally a stereo set of sidekicks to the chin lay Kat on her back, the blonde’s thighs folded atop her calves.
Both women move for a pin but halt when each sees the other going for victory. Washington steps toward her fellow challenger swiping a clothesline toward the Latina’s clavicle. Mendoza steps under and when J-Dogg spins to bring Gabby back into view, the bubble-blower leaps into a sharp dropkick to the chest that sends Jasmine backpedaling to the ropes.
Washington remains upright on hitting the cables, throwing an arm over the strand in each direction. Seeing this, the Muy Caliente generalissimo charges with her own lariat drawn and THUMPS her raised right wing across the chest of the African-American grappler. Wash tumbles over in a backflip, Jas crashing against the edge of the apron on the way to pooling on the arena floor.
Within, Gabby charges a rising Braddock. The blonde pivots and collects Mendoza off the canvas, ready to plant her foe with a sidewalk slam. But the momentum of the Latina is too much to control for the California Quake. G-Money escapes her foe’s grip, spinning around Kat, wrapping a momentary scissors around the flaxen-haired fireplug’s noggin and sending The Brat flying with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors.
Tilt-a-whirl head scissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbK9fqIU2ZY )
Braddock lands with a ring-rattling thump. She arches her spine in pain, reaching for her lower vertebrae. Her foe a few feet from a set of buckles, Gabby assists Kat to her feet, draws the champ-champ’s head back with a handful of golden locks and SLAMS The Brat’s forehead into the thin layer of top-shelf padding.
Delighting in the stunned, glassy eyes on Kat’s visage, Mendoza repeats the process, the FAWNatics joyfully counting along through a full ten-spot of turnbuckles smashes. A smirking G-Money tosses the stunned Braddock past her, a wobbling Kat remaining upright and trying to regain her bearings center stage.
Charging the former beachfighter, Gabby locks elbows with a swiping Braddock and uses the linked arms to rotate around the rear of her foe. Coming out the other side, Gabs catches Kat in a front facelock and seamlessly PLANTS Braddock’s skull into the deck with a Float-over DDT.
Float-over DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9nUFnUt7kg ) :26
Absently, the blonde flops to her back, leaving the invitation open for the Caliente captain.
Gabby dives across the splattered Kat in a lateral press. She hooks the far leg for good measure for the career-changing…
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The Brat kicks loose just before a late-arriving Jasmine pounds a boot between Mendoza’s shoulderblades. As Gabby lurches forward, she hotshots herself across the bottom rope, the rubber-coated steel thrust across her throat. Gabby grasps at her reddening neck and breathlessly rolls out of the ring.
Inside, a struggling Braddock is rising, though her head droops from the previous abuse.
Raising an arm and gleefully twirling an invisible lasso to rally the crowd, Washington surges toward her adversary. Jasmine leaps, extending her right leg and placing the crook of her knee across the back of the Cali Quake’s cranium. J-Dogg sits out, sending Kat’s face careening into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her JasAsser.
JasAsser ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyZForHuOeQ )
The force of the impact rolls the semi-conscious Kat to her back and Jasmine stacks the champ-champ on her shoulders with a cradled pin for the…
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A reentering Gabby breaks The Brat loose in the nick of time, keeping the Quake in charge of the gold but more importantly keeping herself within three seconds of taking the prize.
Mendoza and the Dogg scramble to their feet and face off, the assembled cheering their efforts at relieving Braddock of her belts but also of combining to beat The Brat from pillar to post.
Tensed for battle with each other, their attention turns to a rising Kat. They pivot toward the blonde in front and between them in tandem and NAIL simultaneous superkicks to the chin of Katrina Two-Belts. Braddock goes board straight, her eyes rolling white as she timbers, falling flat next to the ropes.
Both challengers dive to collect her, but only manage to cross purposes and accidentally shove her out of the ring, Braddock plopping to the arena floor.
Both pushing to hands and knees, Gabby and Jasmine appear less amenable toward each other. They shove to their feet and exchange fire, loading and lashing with right fists in turn, the FAWNatics ‘yaying’ connections of balled digits to bruising faces on both sides of the salvos.
Finally, Jas breaks the back and forth with a block and a second, third and fourth punch in a row to G-Money’s mush. With the leader of the Latina Strike Force in a stupor, J-Dogg adds to her troubles with a spinning kick to the cranium she monikered Trouble in the Dogg Pound.
Trouble in the Dogg Pound ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2NQSmTYgfA )
Mendoza remains upright for a heartbeat then collapses to the canvas, spreading in a wide starfish beneath Washington.
Jas considers the cover but sees Kat sneaking into the ring out of her peripheral vision. She shares her ‘Trouble’ with a second recipient, pirouetting into a nasty collision of boot to temple.
Braddock spins in a gobsmacked 180, her back to the rampaging J-Dogg. Wash encircles the titleholder’s arms and launches the flaxen-haired fireplug up and over with a Tiger Suplex, Kat landing sickeningly on the back of her neck and skull.
Tiger Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM )
Jas holds onto her underhooks to keep a jackknifed Brat stacked on her shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
There’s no saving grace from an incapacitated Mendoza. However, somehow a tremor rattles through the body of the Cali Quake and it’s enough to send the blonde spilling to her side, keeping Kat’s title reigns alive by the barest of margins.
A flustered Washington, in disbelief The Brat’s tough enough to have survived, nevertheless presses her advantage. Rising, the Nubian beauty pounds a soccer kick into the cleft of Kat’s bosom, flattening the champ-champ to a vulnerable spreadeagle.
But instead of dropping for a pin, Jasmine hustles to the nearby buckles and climbs to the top, turning to find her target for a Jazzy Jump to finish off Braddock.
Jazzy Jump ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbv9S9pgCRY )
Before the Dogg can launch, a staggering Mendoza, using the ropes to guide herself, leaps to the occupied corner and shakes Washington’s foundations enough for Jasmine to lose her balance and rack her crotch atop the corner wire holding buckles to post.
Jasmine’s face twists in anguish, dark eyes crossing. Her hands shoot to her throbbing womanhood, gingerly trying to rise and extricate herself from the predicament.
Gabby hops to the bottom rope, ‘helps’ her fellow challenger off her painful seat, then hiptosses Jasmine into an awkward, elevated senton across the open tanned tummy of the splayed Braddock.
Dropping to the canvas, Gabs shift the grimacing Jasmine off the splashed titleholder. Mendoza places the women side by side and returns to the Dogg’s former penthouse pound.
Turning to face her embattled adversaries, Gabby takes to the skies, reaching incredible heights. At the top of her flight, the Caliente captain collapses into a tight ball then gets all Froggie, spreading wide like a flying squirrel and absolutely CRUSHING Jasmine and Kat under a double-barreled Frog Splash to claim both the Lightweight and World Championships by pinning both champ and challenger alike.
Frog Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP8nLEsIqro ) :13
Braddock and J-Dogg spastically jackknife beneath the destructive landing, then melt to demolished single files beneath the conquering Latina for the…
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THRENOOO!
Kat and Jasmine contribute to saving each other, both kicking their way from under the embarrassing double pin with a split-second to spare. As Washington gingerly starts her ascent, Mendoza sinks her ruby-tipped nails into Kat’s golden locks.
The leader of the Latina Strike Force tugs a groaning Braddock to her feet, then pivots and shoots a side kick into the café-au-lait-colored tummy of the Dogg. A breathy ‘ooof’ escapes Jasmine’s lips as she’s doubled at the waist.
The Babyfaced Killer takes advantage of her foe’s vicinity, delving digits into the cinnamon-hued locks of the Badass from Hotlanta. Drawing both women together in front of her, the grapplers in a hazy face-to-face, G-Money draws back the noggin of her adversaries and THUNKS the foreheads together, banging coconuts.
Wash seems to have a firmer skull as she staggers away in a u-turn, trying to keep her balance as she steps in fencepost holes, arm outstretched in front of her. Meanwhile, The Brat is sent rocketing to the canvas from the collision. On her back, Kat cradles her braincase with both hands, unable to get out of first gear against either challenger thus far, particularly the Caliente captain.
With Braddock splayed before her, the cheeky Texan steps a boot on the plush, lightly tanned abs of the champ-champ, Braddock grunting as Mendoza uses her as a welcome mat. Moving past to the nearby corner. Gabby grabs the ropes on either side of the top buckle.
As Kat slowly rises, G-Money leaps to a crouched stance on the same ropes and launches toward a majestic moonsault press.
Moonsault Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3el0V2gBOuQ )
But instead of crashing down across the Cali Quake, Braddock’s shoved aside with a pump kick to the left shoulder from J-Dogg. Washington catches the flipping bubble-blower out of thin air, arms wrapping tight around the golden midriff of the overturned Latina.
The FAWNatics roar in approval at such a spectacular snag. With Gabby wriggling within the upside-down bearhug of her fellow challenger, Jas drops to her knees and SPIKES Mendoza’s skull into the deck with a Tombstone Piledriver.
Tombstone Piledriver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6lLW2yv5Fw ) :04
Showing the move its traditional respect, Jasmine crosses the arms across the bosom of the comatose Caliente captain, pressing her palms down atop the unconscious Mendoza for the…
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From behind, Kat lays into the base of Washington’s cranium with a vicious soccer kick from behind, breaking the pin. Braddock hastily shoves the glassy-eyed Dogg aside, judging Gabby the most vulnerable. The voluptuous vulture lowers across the starfished Latina in a full body pin, the blonde’s palms pressing against Gabby’s wrists overhead, Kat chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis.
“COUNT!” Katrina Two Belts shouts.
Castle’s already on the way down and slaps the canvas for…
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Mendoza resuscitates, throwing a shoulder up.
Not taking the time to complain about Castle’s slow count, Braddock turns and dives across the Dogg in a crossbody for the..
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It’s Jasmine’s turn to force a shoulderblade off the canvas and Braddock screams bloody murder.
“What is WRONG with you!”
Nick refuses to escalate the confrontation, instead silently holding up two fingers.
The Brat shakes her head and grabs a handful of Gabby’s locks, ripping Mendoza to her feet, at long last in full control. She transfers her grip to a shoulder and wrist and Irish whips the Caliente captain to the far ropes, dropping into a three-point stance while G-Money turns into a back-first rebound.
Launching out of the ‘blocks’ like an Olympic sprinter, Braddock races toward a spear of which a bull could be proud, shoulders lowered, ready to split Mendoza in two…when Jasmine pounces from her left. J-Dogg BLASTS the airborne blonde to the side, Braddock almost sent soaring out of the ring on the fly. Unfortunately for Jas, an out-of-control Gabby runs headlong into her fellow challenger, a T-Bone car crash of a connection between the Terrible Texan and Jas.
The women end in a jumble of torsos and limbs dead center while, near the ropes, the woman defending both belts is face down, moaning,
With all three women decimated, the crowd shows their favor, chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME” at the flattened grapplers, their appreciation for the all-out effort boisterous.
All three combatants begin to rise, perhaps spurred on by the enthusiastic assembly. As Jasmine and Gabby lean on each other to try and reach vertical, the former beachfighter from Huntington uses the ropes. Reaching her feet first, he blonde throws herself off the cables. Braddock charges and leaps into a double-crossbody splash of her risen adversaries. But together, the women manage to maintain their balance, catching the fireplug blonde and steadying their balance in tandem.
Turning toward each other, Jas and Gabs seem to share an identical thought and they send a wide-eyed, head-shaking Kat FLYING with a dual fallaway slam, Braddock crashing to canvas-covered earth halfway across the ring.
Double Fallaway Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbBzU7jrumM ) :09
Mendoza and J-Dogg simultaneous kip to their feet and take each other back down with coinciding clotheslines.
Jasmine and Gabby lie like cordwood next to each other, heads pointed in opposite directions, navels of gulping tummies on the same latitude.
While Kat again struggles to regain her bearings, Mendoza and Washington each exhaustedly drape an arm across the other’s lower pelvis.
Nick shrugs and drops to a knee next to both, counting toward a double pin the results of which he couldn’t fathom with his…
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THRNOOO!
Luckily for the FAWN Championship Rules Committee, the Cali Quake breaks up both pins, diving in a somersault splash across the abdomen of the warriors, remaining swathed across the bugeyed, breathless Nubian beauty and Latina lovely for a Barbielicious…
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Again, two bodies beneath a pinning predicament of one proves too much for the topsider to keep in place, Kat sent rolling off from four heaving arms.
Braddock grabs a wrist of G-Money and rips Mendoza to her feet. The Brat pirouettes, sending Gabby racing off to the far corner with a whip. Gabs spins into a ragged, back-first collision with the buckles, remaining upright with arms flung over top ropes.
The champ-champ applies the same force of will and strength to yank J-Dogg to her boot soles. Treating Jasmine with the same contempt, a snarling Kat heaves Washington into a similar sprint. A twisting, flying Jas SANDWICHES Gabby between her back and the buckles.
With the challengers stacked in the corner, a grinning Kat follows in for a very special menage a trois, Braddock leaping into a corner avalanche splash that DESTROYS both the Dogg and the pounded Latina beneath her.
Braddock steps back from her challengers and delivers a flashing side kick to the golden-brown abdomen of J-Dogg. The thrust doubles Jasmine, in turn blasting Washington’s booty into Gabby’s pelvis, Mendoza breathlessly bent.
The Cali Quake jogs to the far buckles, arms high and wide, drawing a round of jeers from the FAWNatics. She turns and sprints toward the stacked grapplers, lowering a shoulder to spear both through. But with Braddock a few steps removed, Jas tugs herself clear, saving herself but not the Caliente captain behind her. Kat buries her shoulder into golden Latina tummy. The champ-champ folds Gabby deep between the buckles, the Texan’s dark eyes wide, tongue poking from between her lips, pink wad of gum dribbling from her lips.
Kat picks up the chewed Bubblicious.
“Think you lost something.”
The Brat spits on the pink blob then STUFFS it between Mendoza’s parted lips.
“Blow that!” the blonde demands.
Kat turns to find Jasmine but finds WAY too much, Wash leaping and banging backside to Braddock’s face with her Rear End.
Rear End ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkJrgRKvsOk )
The blonde is sent rocketing to the deck from the ass attack and Jas drops atop her, booty to bosom. Facing her foe’s legs, Washington collects both lower limbs and folds Kat into a jackknife pin, J-Dogg leaning back, pointing Braddock’s rump to the rafters for the…
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A gasping Gabby interrupts with a superkick to Jasmine’s jaw that breaks the pin and sends the Dogg tumbling off the titleholder.
Mendoza leaps atop Kat when the blonde starts to rise to a seated position, the Latina’s knees ending atop Braddock’s biceps, Kat’s chin wedged into G-Money’s crotch. The Babyfaced Killer buffets Braddock’s noggin with rights and lefts, Kat’s head rocking from side to side.
With the salvo having left Katrina Two-Belts in a daze, Mendoza slides down the flaxen-haired fireplug’s frame, pulls out her gum and packs it into Kat’s cleavage.
“You can sell that online after the match. It’ll be worth a lot, what with me being the World and Lightweight Champ.”
Mendoza back somersaults off The Brat’s body, popping to a stance between Kat’s boots. She scoops both lower limbs at the ankles and flips forward, ending in a bridge above the splayed Braddock. Castle hustles to the canvas and slaps the mat for the…
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It’s Jasmine’s turn to halt an attempt to take the belts from Braddock, dropping to her knees at the women’s sides and BURYING a double axhandle into the open midriff of the Latina.
Gabby’s bridge collapses, G-Money landing atop a squirming Kat. Jasmine peels Mendoza off and bum rushes her to the far ropes, tossing the Texan over the top and turning back to finish off the champ-champ.
She strides purposefully to the rising blonde. But what Wash doesn’t realize is Gabby didn’t tumble to the floor from the heave. The Caliente captain grabbed the top rope and held her position on the apron outside. Stealthily reentering, Mendoza whistles at Washington. Jas reflexively turns to the noise and Gabby launches.
G-Money skies toward the startled Jasmine, collapsing to a tight ball against J-Dogg’s chest while reaching her arms around the back of her fellow challenger’s head. Mendoza lets gravity do the rest, laying out and BLOWING UP Jasmine’s game with her Bursting Your Bubble Codebreaker finisher.
Bursting Your Bubble ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4 ) : 00
Jas flips through the devastating collision, out cold before sliding to a stop a few feet from Gabby.
A weary Mendoza pushes to her feet, taking a second to acknowledge the glorious sight before her when a familiar voice shouts ‘HEY’ from behind. Caught in the same trap as Jasmine, Gabs instinctively spins to face The Brat and is rewarded with a nasty pirouette of a Skull Kick to G-Money’s braincase.
Skull Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkC3n6mIek ) : 00
Not taking any chances, Braddock pulls Mendoza off the deck, drawing the semiconscious bubble-blower to her feet, Gabby sagging in front of the glistening blonde. The Brat tugs the limp Latina into a front facelock, tossing a lifeless arm of her challenger across the back of her neck.
Grabbing a handful of spandex at Mendoza’s hip, Braddock pulls Gabs off the deck and into an elevated cradle against her chest. The silenced crowd knows what’s next.
Kat lays out and SPIKES Gabby’s head into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her unrivaled Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo )
The Brat rolls an insensate Mendoza to a spreadeagle and slithers atop in a crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the…
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THREEE!
The crowd groans dejectedly, the California Quake having somehow survived Slaybor Day against two extremely motivated opponents, both now unconscious, one next to her, the other beneath her.
A spent Kat allows Mendoza’s captured limb to drop and rolls to her back to lounge atop Gabby, raising her arms and calling for her gold.
Castle motions for the belts and they’re delivered post-haste. Nick accepts them and transports them to an exhausted Braddock, the blonde making it to a slumped, seated position, leaning against Mendoza’s carcass.
FAWN’s lead official uses Braddock’s property as bait to lure her away from beating down the vanquished challengers further, but a depleted Kat makes shows no such interest after ripping the titles away from Castle.
The Brat moves to a corner and ascends, lording over the jeering masses, championships raised high.
“FOR…EVER!” Katrina Two-Belts screams. “FOR…EVER!”
The Slaybor Day broadcast fades to black.