Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2023 14:31:03 GMT
With the Television title having changed hands in spectacular fashion, a joyous if spent Cassava leaves the ring with her newly won belt. Onika raises the hardware high after slipping through the ropes, the mistress of the BMD adding to her accolades. She drops jauntily to the floor.
Remaining within the squared circle is the broken Crystal, Hilton’s magical TV run ended on the biggest show of the year, a reign that raised the level of the resurrected title to heights never seen.
But all good things come to an end, and she lays booty blasted, her time as a titlist finished.
The victor takes a heavy breath on her faceplate and polishes the gold with her arm, Cassava beaming with pride. With a sigh of relief and thanks, the glistening Milk Chocolate Mauler strides to the aisle and ascends the ramp, taking turns to stop and celebrate with the fans on either side, not wanting the moment to end.
But with the TV Title match being the penultimate battle of the Mania card, end it must and it does prematurely for some when, with Cassava only halfway to the back and Hilton barely conscious in the ring, a Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system.
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 and the startled BMD.
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
The Brat gives a disdainful shake of her head toward her fellow champion as she starts her trip to compete in the highest of high stakes of the FAWN year. Lowering the 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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Kat puckers as she reaches Cassava headed in the opposite direction, Onika already pissed at having her party prematurely terminated.
“Keep it warm for me,” Braddock informs, “Sure, I’ve got the two most important belts, but I’m always looking to expand.”
“Anytime you want, blondie,” Cassava responds, “three belts would look SO much better with booty.”
Onika pivots her backside toward Braddock and gives it a meaty ‘THWACK’.
Kat flinches, retreating a step or two, the nearby crowd chuckling at her fearful reaction.
The California Quake raises a fist in response, but Cassava stares her down without so much as the bat of an eye and Kat decides it’s best to move to the stage that suits her best, giving a good-bye sneer to Cassava.
As Onika completes her celebration with her devoted following, finally pushing through the curtains, Kat reaches the ring. Braddock passes the steps and snatches a microphone off the announcer’s table. The flaxen-haired fireplug 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.
“Actually, it’s time to do something else.”
Braddock turns her attention from the hard cam.
Hilton, up to hands and knees, only partially recovered from the butt bomb the ended her fight night, crawls toward the cables, but apparently not fast enough for The Brat.
“Let’s get rid of this trash as I’ve got something special to say.”
Kat drops the mic and grabs Hilton by her damp locks, pulling a wincing, battle-weary Crystal to her feet.
“Bytch. It’s time for insignificant nobodies like you to exit.”
Kat transfers her grip to a wrist and flings Hilton to the far ropes. Braddock sets up center stage for the rebound and the expended Crystal obliges in a race to the waiting Brat.
Kat scoops Hilton off the canvas under the curve of her glutes with one arm, the other wrapping around the waist of the elevated Crystal. Kat turns and drops to her knees with her cargo, PLANTING Hilton into the deck with a ring-rattling spinebuster!
Kat snatches the stick and hops to her feet over an arching, pain-racked Hilton.
She angrily rolls Crystal’s carcass to the ring’s edge with a boot and shoves it off, Hilton plopping to the thinly-padded cement floor of FAWN Arena.
The champ-champ moves back to the middle, clearing her throat.
“Now that the garbage has been removed, it’s time to bring you up to date on tonight’s festivities.”
The crowd makes its great displeasure known, loudly jeering. Kat feigns being emotionally hurt by their hatred.
“Well, if that’s the way you’re going to be about it. I was going to announce both titles would be on the line, this being Mania’s main event, but since you’re so mean to me, I’ve decided to invoke my champion clause and will only be putting the Lightweight title on the line.”
The FAWNatics make their irritation known once more.
“It’s your own fault for not treating me with the proper respect. And since the announcer never give my introduction the proper respect…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!”
Again, the boos ring out, Braddock grinning this time.
“As a show of good will to those on the roster who don’t deserve it, I am willing to make someone’s career, give you a chance to share the biggest stage with the biggest star of the company. The next contracted fighter who joins me in this ring and who, of course, meets the requirements for lightweight competition, will get the title shot. And don’t keep me waiting, bytches!”
The Brat drops the stick and raises a belt with each hand, reveling in the revulsion, her eyes trained on the stage above for the fool who would be dumb enough to join her.
Kat waits in the middle of the ring in anticipation to see which victim would make their way to the ring. However, what she doesn’t expect is the loud pop from the fans as the former Television Champion slowly slides into the ring from behind her.
CRYSTAL HILTON
Crystal grimaces in pain as she holds her lower back trying her best to recuperate from the spinebuster. She stands behind the champ champ and begs for her to turn around. The roars of excitement from the crowd causes Kat to finally turn around and the moment she does she is met with a Flashing Lights kick to the temple.
Flashing Lights
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Kat drops down to the mat and the fans are all cheering loudly for the Rose Goddess. The starlet smiles as she takes in the roars of the crowd and slowly picks up the microphone left behind by the LightWeight Champion. She looks out into the audience as she slowly brings it up to her lips.
“Tonight, I have been through hell and back. I basically lost not one but two matches. I have been telling everyone since day one that I am the BEST LIGHTWEIGHT in all of this company. I have mentioned you over and over, and not ONCE did you ever mention me in return.”
She takes a long deep breath as the crowd continues to cheer her on as she nods her head in excitement and speaks some more.
“I can barely stand. I am nowhere close to being one hundred percent, but I don’t care. I will have my FAWNAMANIA moment. If I can’t leave as the Television Champion that is fine because I will leave with the championship that I have been after since day one. I will hold the second most important title in this company’s history! I guess what I am saying Kat is you can’t duck me anymore, I am accepting your challenge!”
Hilton continues to favor her back but her paparazzi following snag photos of the A-Lister. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair as she gives a thumbs up to the timekeeper. The announcer screams into his microphone.
“And the challenger standing in the ring standing at 5’5 115 pounds from Hollywood California Crystal Hilton!”
Hilton waits in her corner as Kat slowly makes her way up to her feet. Crystal tosses the microphone to the side as she waits for the ring bell to make everything official.
A fuming Braddock grabs her noggin on both sides and twists, flexing her jaw.
“Mistake, bytch,” Kat shouts. “You couldn’t beat me at your best and now, like this?”
The Brat turns to the timekeeper.
“Do it.”
She motions for the bell. It tolls to start the battle. Her first and Crystal’s second.
Kat circles out of her corner and Hilton does likewise, Crystal wiping sweat from her brow, the ex-TV champion glistening from the incredible exertion spent in her losing effort to Cassava.
Slowly, the women meet in the middle, throwing their arms into a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
The flaxen-haired fireplug uses her low center of gravity and fresh legs to gain control quickly. Braddock marches a retreating Crystal to a set of buckles behind Hilton and stuffs her challenger deep into the corner.
FAWN’s lead referee Nick Castle calls for the break and Braddock raises her hands high, ready to begin the Mania finale fairly…for a second. The Brat drives a toe kick deep into Hilton’s golden-brown tummy, doubling the A-Lister at the waist.
Braddock follows with knee between the lowered eyes of her fellow lightweight, snapping Crystal’s head back violently. Already weak in the knees, Hilton tumbles to the mat when Kat sweeps the challenger’s legs out from under her. The huffing, seated Crystal leans into the corner, legs extended in front of her.
Fresh as a daisy, the Cali Quake jogs nonchalantly to the opposite corner, turns, and races at her target. She pivots as she leaps from a few feet out and RAMS a hip attack into Crystal’s cranium, rocking the weary Hilton.
With her foe in a daze, a chuckling Kat grabs Hilton by the ankles and pulls her to center stage, then proceeds to stomp a mudhole out of her fatigued foe.
Kat sends boot after boot to any piece of the former Television champion open and available, the crowd booing as Braddock lays it on thick, leaving Hilton puddled, before taking a victory lap.
The Brat circles the ring, playing with the Mania crowd.
“She’s got guts,” Kat shouts to the FAWNatics, acknowledging the courage to answer the challenge with next to nothing left in the tank. “But brains? Obviously, she was born without any.”
Kat makes her way back to the sprawled Crystal, breaths heavy from the challenger.
Braddock pops to a handstand next to Hilton. Nimbly, the former beachfighter ‘walks’ in a 180 then drops her knees into Crystal’s navel, gutting the gasping Hilton. The A-Lister jackknifes around the impact then melts to horizontal.
Braddock hops to her feet and imperiously places a boot sole on the chest of a spreadeagled Crystal for perhaps the easiest victory in FAWNAMANIA history with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Crystal shoves the foot off and rolls to her side, an arm wrapped around her aching midriff, sucking in deep lungfuls of air.
Kat snarls at the arrogance not only of Hilton shoving out from under, but her thinking she could compete with Braddock after emerging directly from a grueling defeat.
The Brat grabs a wrist of her lightweight challenger and tugs the reeling Crystal to her feet.
The busty, vertically-challenged blonde snuggles close, dipping and wrapping her arms around the waist of the A-Lister. Kat squeezes the golden-brown midsection tight, then lifts Crystal to tiptoes and just beyond with a taut bearhug.
Braddock gives the challenger a rugged rattle before shifting Crystal a little higher in her grip and dropping to bended knee. The vindictive Kat splits Hilton’s wickets with an Inverted Atomic Drop, pounding Crystal’s kitty atop the plank of her upper leg. Hilton waddles away from the impact, hands buried between her thighs, face etched in anguish.
Knock-kneed, Crystal is frozen in place as Kat, suddenly in a much better mood, reverses course and hits the ropes behind her. Rebounding at full speed, The Brat lowers her right shoulder and PLOWS it into the open abdomen of her adversary. The body-blasting spear takes Crystal off her feet, the A-Lister folding around the charging blonde, then being buried into the canvas with the end of the tackle.
Left splayed and moaning, Crystal offers little in the way of resistance when Kat crawls atop her in a full body pin, Braddock pressing down on Hilton’s wrists, the challenger’s arms overhead, shoulders tight to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Somehow, in her second war of the evening, Crystal finds the will to push a shoulder off the canvas with a split-second to spare, Kat’s features growing rosier with frustration.
Kat rears back on her haunches and slaps the taste from Crystal’s mouth, Hilton’s face twisting in the direction opposite the impact.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, sweetheart. There’s a HUGE difference between the champ-champ and f’n Cassava Onika. One’s a sideshow. One’s the main event.
Kat connects with a forearm smash to the jaw that leaves Crystal momentarily stupefied. She dismounts the stunned Hilton and addresses the sellout throng.
“You could have had a real match! Could have seen a top competitor from the roster come out here and provide a Mania event for the ages. Instead, you get this ex-TV trash. Don’t boo me for that. Boo her.”
But the crowd overwhelmingly jeers the hated Katrina Two-Belts, The Brat very much living up to her moniker.
“That’s what I thought. Stupid as ever!”
Latching onto Crystal, making her right wrist a handle, the dominant titleholder hauls the soon-to-be cancelled A-Lister off her ass again. Pivoting, Kat heaves Crystal to the far ropes with an Irish Whip and settles mid-ring to repeat the emphatic statement she’d made when first entering the ring with the future two-time loser.
Planning to lift Crystal off the deck and plant her to the thinly-sheathed floorboards once more with a ring-rattling spinebuster, Braddock dips slightly to collect her cargo. But Crystal steps on the gas as she approaches and the A-Lister’s momentum is too much to handle, Hilton knocking a wide-eyed Kat off her feet.
Landing in a straddle of the downed blonde, Crystal goes to work with her Thesz Press, pounding away on Kat’s cranium, sending the blonde’s braincase rocking from side to side with sweeping punches from right and left, Braddock getting her guard up, but not deflecting all of the assault.
Despite the fatigue from being involved in a second fight during the night the Hollywood hottie does everything in her power to make these strikes count. She finally stops when she notices the champion resorting to a full guard. Hilton rises off the blonde, bringing herself to a vertical base. She lifts her heel up as far as she can before bringing it down on the Brat’s exposed belly. She does it again and again as the champion can only curl up into a ball.
With eyes full of anger, the A-Lister reaches down and grabs Kat by her blonde locks and yanks her up to her feet. She glares at her face to face before driving a vicious knee strike up into the body of the champion. The Afro-Mexican watches as Kat falls to the mat holding her stomach with one hand as she gazes up into Crystal’s eyes.
“I may not be one hundred percent and you might be the best wrestler in the world but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to be better than you for an entire match! I just need to showcase I am better for three seconds!”
Crystal once again brings Kat up to her feet and she tries for another knee strike to the gut. The Brat is able to twist out of the way. Instead, she sweeps Crystal’s leg from underneath her. Hilton falls back to the mat and the petite, curvy blonde sprints towards the ropes. She bounces off the cables and runs back at her fallen foe.
Braddock leaps, looking for a crossbody splash on the former queen of the Television division but Hilton brings her knees up to her chest. The Brat doesn’t have time to adjust as she lands on top of the bony caps. She bounces off her foe, clutching at her chest in pain. This gives the Detroit native the opening she needs. Hilton quickly grabs a hold of Kat and maneuvers her into a schoolgirl pin.
ONE…
TWO..
THRNOOOOO…
The Brat rolls out of the move and glares daggers at Hilton for the sneaky pin attempt.
The crowd cheers the former Television Champion on as she smiles then kips to her feet, Hilton taking a glance at the supportive crowd before turning her attention to her foe.
“Listen, champ. I know I have enough in me to beat you. I would love nothing more than to leave with the Lightweight Championship!”
Kat just shrugs it off as she stares back at Hilton, folding her arms. Braddock gets right in her challenger’s face.
“I told you bytch! This is the big-time and you aren’t used to being in the main e…”
SLAP!!!!!!!!
Crystal brings a hard open palm strike to the face of the blonde and the crowd ohhhhs in response.
Hilton smiles and motions for Braddock to bring it on. With the attire of embarrassment worn with a red palm print left on her face, the blonde obliges as she tries to spear the fiery Latina to the mat.
Hilton, however, is able to sidestep out of the way and throws Kat into the corner. She screams for the Brat to turn around. Kat spins and emerges out of the corner with a clothesline which the Latina is able to duck underneath. Hilton uses everything in her reserves to ascend to the top rope. She flips off it backwards, looking for a moonsault.
The crowd yells in anticipation and Hilton lands on top of Kat, flattening her. But the momentum shifts as Braddock rolls through and ends the one on top of Crystal. Kat reaches and yanks Hilton’s togs for extra leverage and the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOO….
Hilton somehow finds a way to muster the power to kick out and the expression on Kat’s face tells the entire story. She complains to the zebra about the count and he reassures the champ it was a two count. Meanwhile Hilton crawls over towards the ropes and uses them to bring herself up to her feet.
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
The sweat pours down Crystal’s face as she looks out at the screaming crowd. She lets out a long deep breath as she finally turns her attention over to the champ-champ. Hilton bends down before motioning to Kat to come after her.
“By all means if you have to cheat to beat a woman that’s not at her best just imagine what would happen if I came out here completely fresh!”
“Like I have to cheat to beat you at any time,” the Cali Quake replies, acting as though she’s emotionally wounded by the challenger’s scandalous lie.
“Luckily for me and FAWN’s reputation, it doesn’t matter how I beat you. Just that I do.”
Kat charges the seemingly spent Hilton and gets tossed across the canvas for her trouble when Crystal pivots and sends Braddock tumbling along the deck with a slick arm drag.
Using her momentum to roll to her feet, The Brat is quickly up, turning, and rushing toward her foe a second time, only to get decked with a perfectly-placed dropkick, Hilton’s boot soles CRUNCHING into Kat’s chin. The back of the blonde’s skull bounces off the thinly-covered floorboards, making for dual impacts. But still, the gritty beach girl is vertical in little over a second.
Frustrated, her face flushing from effort and embarrassment, Braddock advances again if this time more unsteadily, the pounding from Crystal piling up.
A sloppy clothesline attempt is ducked by the challenger, who races beneath and leaps into the nearby ropes. Grabbing the top cable while landing on the middle, the Latina springboards in a u-turn off the elastic strands. She vaults into a crossbody splash of the wide-eyed blonde, the A-Lister pancaking Braddock underneath.
A guttural groan escapes Kat’s lips along with a burst of an exhale. The breathless titleholder is flat under the Hollywood Hottie, Hilton hooking her foe’s far leg as part of her lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kat kicks loose, rolling to her right hip and shoulder.
Looking a bit concerned for the first time, Kat pushes to hands and knees and crawls toward a time out, hoping to reach the ropes and slide under for a break on the outside.
Crystal has other ideas, grabbing an ankle and pulling her foe back to the middle. The Cali Quake wriggles for her freedom and finally breaks free. She shoves Hilton a few feet away with a shove from her extending leg, then scrambles to her feet.
Stepping to Crystal, the flaxen-haired fireplug sends a looping Chick Kick toward Crystal’s skull, but again the A-Lister proves herself ready, ducking under. As Kat pirouettes after the swing and miss, the former TV champ shows the champ-champ she’s got the better version, presenting her graceful Flashing Lights, the LA woman’s boot striking home HARD against Kat’s temple.
Flashing Lights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=47m4FkoWg14 )
The FAWNatics let loose a loud ‘OHHHH’ as the lethal impact sends kat flopping to the mat like she’s been shot, the blonde ending in a wide spreadeagle. But the huffing, sweat-soaked Hilton passes on a pin, instead hustling to the nearest corner. She nimbly climbs to the top and turns to face her target.
Leaping high from her penthouse perch, Crystal somersaults through an aerial 450. Her golden-brown tummy SLAPS across the plush, lightly tanned belly of her adversary. A bug-eyed, Braddock jackknifes under the sparkling Crystal and the Mania masses count along with Castle’s slaps of the mat to celebrate a new Lightweight champion at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Quake pushes a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, causing Nick to bound to his feet and lift two fingers aloft.
Hilton’s chin falls to her chest in disappointment, knowing her dream has so nearly been realized. But just as quickly, she understands there’s more work to be done and Kat’s on the ropes.
Crystal peels a faltering Braddock off the deck, Kat suddenly looking as worn as the woman who’s logged an extra match. Hilton pulls The Brat into a front facelock, throws Kat’s limp arm across the back of her neck and grabs a handful of blue spandex on Braddocks hip. With practiced ease, Crystal snap suplexes The Brat to the canvas. Kat arches in anguish, reaching for her lower spine, leaving her open for a follow-up soccer kick to the bosom from the rampaging A-Lister.
With Kat splayed to her right, Crystal balls her right first and descends, a Fist Drop headed directly between the eyes of the champ-champ.
At the last second, Kat rolls clear and Hilton pounds the empty canvas instead of her foe’s face. The Afro-Mexican hops to her feet, cursing and cradling her stinging hand close, flexing it.
With her adversary distracted, Kat dives at Hilton from behind, throwing a cruel chopblock into the pit of Crystal’s right knee. Hilton yelps in pain as she drops and genuflects upon the throbbing joint.
Determined not to stay down for long, the Hollywood Hottie forces herself to vertical. Limping, she turns to find her foe.
Unfortunately for the challenger and her thousands of noisy fans (millions at home), Kat is ready with a running, double axhandle blow to Crystal’s chest. The force of the impact sends Hilton in an unruly backpedal, but she remains upright, finishing against the ropes, face etched in pain.
Spinning and racing to the opposite strands, Kat hits them at full speed and rebounds toward Crystal. The blonde finally hits her clothesline across Crystal’s clavicle, sending the A-Lister backflipping over the rubber-coated, steel cables. Hilton crashes across the apron’s edge and tumbles to the arena floor.
Above, Kat raises her arms high and wide in triumph and the crowd lets Braddock know there’s plenty of fight left in their Hollywood Hottie.
Crystal starts to rise to the sound of the encouraging FAWNatics.
But as her foe ascends on the outside, The Brat heads for a replay of sorts.
Again, the blonde rebounds off the far ropes. This time she sails between the top and middle ropes above her target.
The Brat’s Suicide Dive pays off big-time as the flaxen-haired missile CRASHES into the unsuspecting Hilton. Hilton is sent flying into the steel barricade behind her, SMASHING against it with a sickening, metallic CLACK.
Flawless face pinched in pain, the blasted Crystal slides down the steel and puddles at its base.
“And you idiots thought she had a chance,” Kat screams. “This is Mania. I’m freakin’ Kat Braddock. Not happening!”
Crystal is slumped against the metal barricade and the crowd begins to boo at the wicked blonde. The zebra looks over at the action on the outside and begins to count.
One…
Two…
Kat just glares down at her opponent and places her hands on her hips as she smiles at her.
“I bet you would rather just get yourself counted out so you could save yourself the embarrassment of losing a third match in a row twice to your roommate and a third to the best lightweight, no WRESTLER in the world.”
Through clenched teeth the Mexican looks back at her opponent and mutters the first thing on her mind. “F&*( you!”
Kat on the other hand smirks as she yanks Hilton up by her golden-brown hair and drags her to the ring. “I was hoping you was going to say that. Not that it mattered because you aren’t getting an easy way out!”
Three…
Four…
With that, she rolls the Hollywood hottie into the ring and slides into the ring after her.
Hilton tries her best to stand, but she’s on rubbery legs and has trouble keeping her balance. Kat steadies her foe but only so she can whip Hilton as hard as she can into the opposite corner.
Hilton’s back collides with the turnbuckle and she slumps in the corner. But Braddock yanks Crystal back up to her feet by her golden locks again and slaps the actress’ face as hard as she can, leaving a red palm print across her features.
“THAT was for earlier!”
Tears flow from Hilton’s eyes, but Kat has plans to inflict even more pain.
She whips Crystal once again. Hilton bounces off the ropes and runs at the petite but buxom blonde.
The champ-champ waits anxiously and, as soon as Crystal reaches her, she lifts the Mexican high into the air and drops her down with a spinebuster. Hilton bounces off the canvas and rolls onto her stomach, reaching for her back. Kat is waiting, as she puts a boot and holds it down firmly on the spine of the 115-pound woman, grinding it against the injured vertebrae. Until the Latina can’t contain her emerging screams.
“I bet your back is really hurting right now. Let me ask you a question Hilton, how does it feel to be beneath me?! You might be a semi-famous actress, but this main event at Mania is MY SPOTLIGHT and nobody takes it away from me!”
Hilton is trapped. She tries to crawl but the pain she is suffering under Kat’s boot is unbearable. As if that was enough the Cali-Quake begins to deliver the real hurt as she lifts her boot up and drives it against Crystal’s back. She does it over, and over again. Boot after boot. Hilton tries her best to curl up into a ball to protect herself from the onslaught, but it’s of no use. Kat just seems too much for her.
Hilton isn’t resisting anymore as she just takes each boot stomp.
After being satisfied with her prey’s defenselessness, Kat claps her hands together as she looks out into the crowd of Crystal’s blossoming roses.
“This is what it looks like when your precious rose has withered away and now it’s time to start killing it by the root…”
The blonde tries to lift Hilton up to her feet but all she gets in return is deadweight that drops back down to the ground.
Kat is enjoying this as the crowd begins to boo loudly at the double champ.
With all of her effort, Kat finally brings Hilton to a vertical position and tucks her underneath an arm. She looks out into the audience before deciding to lift the Latina high into the air then drops her suddenly headfirst against the mat. The former Television Champion isn’t moving, as Kat sits up loving the damage she’s dealt.
Kat makes her way back up to her feet as she looks down at the motionless lightweight. She looks out to the crowd as a smile forms on her lips.
“It’s about time I finished her off once and for all…”
Kat grabs Hilton up by her golden-brown locks again and places her into a front face lock. She tucks the Afro-Mexican’s head underneath an arm. “You aren’t even worth a Kat Nap but I think your own Flame-On will suffice…”
With that, Kat moves her head forward before quickly whipping it back as she lays out, driving Crystal to the mat with a mocking version of her own hair flip Flame-On DDT. Hilton ends in a spreadeagle position and Kat stands, taking a moment to showboat to the audience.
Flame On
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fabDZOzNO0A )
“It must be embarrassing to lose to your own move but let it be known you never had a chance!”
The fans jeer even louder as Kat paces around the ring taunting all of them. She finally turns her attention back to Crystal and drops down into a seductive full body cover, making sure she completely mocks Crystal with her own move.
One…
Two…
ThrNOOOOOOOOOO
Somehow Hilton gets a shoulder up, which brings the crowd on their feet.
Kat, on her haunches next to the persistent challenger, shakes her head.
“You got me,” Braddock admits with a huff. “I never should have used a loser’s move to finish a winner’s match.”
The Brat collects the A-Lister’s ankles and drags her several feet in front of a corner. She spreads the lower limbs of the spent Hilton wide, then drops her handles and gives her victim a blown kiss.
With supreme confidence, Kat moves to the nearby buckles and scales them briskly. She turns to face her target. Braddock heaps scorn on the booing Mania masses then leaps from her perch, launching toward Hilton with her arms tight to her sides.
With her noggin leading the way, Kat soars then plummets toward her challenger and BLASTS Crystal’s crotch with a nuclear-sized head butt to the Hollywood Hottie’s kitty.
Hilton sits bolt upright, eyes welling, hands burying beneath her thighs when a chuckling Braddock removes her battering ram of a braincase.
“Aw. Does the wannabe have an oww-ee?” Kat asks. “Let me see if the gawd damn World and Lightweight champion can make that better.”
Braddock grabs the wrists of the whimpering Hilton and pulls her to the corner she’d vacated, propping Crystal’s shoulders against the bottom buckle. Kat jogs to the opposite buckles, then spins and charges her reeling foe.
Kat dives into a crossbody cruncher she calls the Cali Sandwich, THUMPING across the remains of the former Television Champion.
Cali Sandwich ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic )
Bouncing off the consumed Crystal, a glistening Kat pops to her feet and hovers over the wreckage. She brings Hilton’s Blossoms to a rage when she lifts a thumb to her throat and drags it across, motioning to her fans Crystal is about to meet the fate of all Braddock’s challengers.
Peeling what’s left of Hilton off the canvas, she tugs Crystal’s carcass to rubbery legs then into a tight front facelock. Braddock flips a lifeless arm of her foe over her shoulders, ready to vault the A-Lister into a momentary cradle in her lap and the ultimate FAWN finish, Braddock’s brutal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
But before The Brat can elevate Hilton, Crystal snakes a leg around one of Kat’s abbreviated stems, locking her in place on the mat. A startled and frustrated Braddock tries again, only for the Hollywood Hottie to show she’s more than just a pretty face on the tube, blocking the finisher once more.
Prior to seeing if Kat can make the third try the charm, Crystal shocks the champ-champ, shifting from defense to offense. She springs an unexpecting Kat into the air, Braddock’s boot soles pointed toward the rafters. Crystal holds for a moment, then sends the titleholder tumbling over, Kat’s spinal column CRASHING to the deck with a vertical suplex.
Vertical Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rB4BGpf55s ) :02
With pain etched on Kat’s flawless features, an exhausted Crystal remains on her back after her landing, drawing in deep breaths. Hilton’s Blossoms in the Mania crowd start a rhythmic clap to entice their favorite to her feet and slowly the bedraggled but beautiful challenger begins to rise.
One problem. The determined Cali Quake is also on the way to verticality. The blonde is ready before her counterpart, Crystal still bent at the waist on the way up. Braddock encircles Hilton’s midriff, ready to power her lightweight foe to a gutwrench slam.
Kat lifts the A-Lister onto a shoulder in preparation for the thumping trip to the canvas. But once there, Crystal springs to life, shifting herself out of Kat’s grip and spinning around Braddock’s shoulders into an elevated front facelock, the Hollywood Hottie uses to tilt-a-whirl the champ-champ into a vicious DDT that convinces the FAWNatics this match is anybody’s for the taking.
Tilt-a-whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc ) 1:16
Kat’s skull SPIKES into the canvas and she flops to a starfish, inches from a worn but resilient Crystal, Hilton on her chest. The challenger reaches out a listless arm and drapes it across the chest of the shellshocked Kat for the…
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Braddock shoves the limb off, unwilling to surrender half of her gold to Hilton.
Crystal is spent as she lays on the ground breathing heavily. She’s put everything into the Tilt-a-whirl DDT and has nothing in the tank.
Kat slowly regains her bearings and wearily makes it to a vertical stance, looking down at her Hispanic foe, blinking her eyes wide.
“So is that all you got, Hilton?” Braddock says, staggering unsteadily, trying to brush off the comeback as if it has been little more than a nuisance.
“This is why you aren’t worthy of the main event! This is why you’ll never be as good as me, this is why I am a champ-ch…”
Before the Cali-Quake can even finish, the acrobatic Latina kips up to her feet.
The Blossoming Roses roar with excitement as the Rose Goddess smiles looking back at Kat.
She flicks her hair from over her eyes as she begins to feel the electricity of the crowd.
“That is where you are wrong! I am a main event star. I am the featured attraction, I am prime time, and tonight I will be the best lightweight in the world. I am ready for my close-up, baby!”
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
Kat stomps her feet as the crowd fills the air with the echoing chant.
“Shut up! Shut up! STOP THAT… SHE’S NOTHING!”
Kat backpedals to the ropes behind and rushes at Crystal, raising her right arm for a clothesline.
Hilton picks up her own speed, dashing at, then sliding between the blonde’s legs, ending on the opposite side of Braddock.
Popping to her feet, she wraps her arms around a startled Kat’s waist, looking for a German Suplex.
Braddock fires, driving her elbow backwards. She catches Hilton in the face.
The Detroit native’s head snaps back, Crystal left holding her nose in pain. Kat turns, nailing Hilton with a spinning back fist that catches her flush again, causing her foe to stumble.
Kat smiles at regaining control one last time. She reaches for a staggering Crystal and grabs Hilton’s golden-brown locks. Braddock tucks her head under an arm and proceeds to lift her foe into her lap.
“That’s it… Time for your overdue Kat Nap…”
Braddock has Hilton on the edge, but Crystal fights with her free arm, driving frantic punch after punch, hoping to block the finisher a second time.
Rocked by the storm of fists, Braddock drops the former Television Champion, freeing Crystal from the elevated cradle.
Using everything in her, Crystal buries a raised knee into Kat’s plush tummy. With Kat bent over from the blow, Crystal manages to sunset flip over the doubled double-champion, ripping Braddock off her feet and stacking the blonde on her shoulders. The zebra drops for the count, a seated Crystal holding onto Kat with her counter pin attempt for the...
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The pin is broken not because the Cali Quake kicks out but because Crystal transitions into her Photosynthesis submission.
The rose is in full bloom as she wraps her legs around the blonde’s arms and yanks back on the champ’s neck. Crystal pulls as far as she can, looking into the eyes of her foe.
Photosynthesis (Spider Twist) ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7pdQ1I-XvE )
“My rose is in full blossom and this is what happens when I make food out of you! Enjoy the process known as photosynthesis, you bytch!”
The crowd rise to their feet as Hilton holds onto the submission move tightly.
The blonde flails wildly, searching for the ropes with madly swinging arms, but the cables are well out of her reach.
Kat kicks her feet about, on the verge of a temper tantrum as she screams at Hilton.
“GET OFF ME…”
Crystal smirks.
“Sure… You give me those two magical words or better yet tap out for me… Tap out for the entire world to see!!!”
“F^ck you Hilton…. I… Will Never… Lose to someone as inferior as….”
Hilton applies the hold tighter than before.
The Cali Quake’s struggle slows. With nowhere to go and no escape, Kat has no option. She wails as she taps out frantically, screaming out loud her surrender, giving Hilton both responses she’s waiting for.”
“I GIVEEEEEEEEEEE… I GIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEEASE!!!”
Upon hearing those magical words, Hilton’s all smiles.
The referee quickly calls for the bell and, as he does, Hilton finally breaks the hold. She falls to her back and gazes at the ceiling. The Blossoming Roses stand in excitement as cheers fill the arena. The impossible has happened!
“And the winner of the match by submission, and your NEW FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…CRYSTAL HILTON!!!!!!!!!”
Hilton can’t believe it as she continues to gaze up at the lights above.
Fans continue to cheer the actress for the effort she’s show during the course of a very long night.
She’s gone from bargain bin beauty to box office success, but it’s been the tale of her sixteen-year career in FAWN.
The 35-year-old woman slowly sits up and watches Kat grasp her back in pain.
Hilton also feels the wounds of her war tonight. The actress makes her way to her feet and the referee hands Crystal her newly won Lightweight Championship. Hilton embraced it eagerly with one arm and extends a hand to Kat with the other, offering to help Kat to her feet. But Braddock slaps it away. Crystal smiles.
“We can do this again right now if you’re that upset…title versus title if you want to put your World Championship on the line.”
Kat rises under her own power, still wincing from her bout with Photosynthesis. She’s handed her FAWN World Championship and quickly snatches it away from Castle, then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, not bothering to give Hilton a response.
The blonde storms her way up the aisle and ramps, passing Cassava Onika headed in the opposite direction.
Cassava makes her way down to the ring with the BMD and Television Championships. She’s already in her street clothes as she enters the ring.
Crystal smiles at her friend.
“It’s about time we close out the biggest show of the year and give Gladiatrix magazine a moment they’ll forever remember. Ready to celebrate?!”
Cassava smiles in return. “I was thinking the same thing…”
With that, both women climb opposite corners and raise their titles high into the air as fireworks and other assorted pyro go off one after another.
Crystal’s paparazzi surround the ring as she lifts her beloved belt.
“Yo soy la mejor luchadora del mundo! Alguien necesita demostrar que estoy equivocado!”
Cassava smirks as she holds her titles higher.
“And I am amazing on televisión and have the best BMD in the business. Someone prove me wrong!”
The crowd continues their standing ovation as the camera fades to black on the perfect finishing touch of a magnificient 20th anniversary FAWNAMANIA.
Remaining within the squared circle is the broken Crystal, Hilton’s magical TV run ended on the biggest show of the year, a reign that raised the level of the resurrected title to heights never seen.
But all good things come to an end, and she lays booty blasted, her time as a titlist finished.
The victor takes a heavy breath on her faceplate and polishes the gold with her arm, Cassava beaming with pride. With a sigh of relief and thanks, the glistening Milk Chocolate Mauler strides to the aisle and ascends the ramp, taking turns to stop and celebrate with the fans on either side, not wanting the moment to end.
But with the TV Title match being the penultimate battle of the Mania card, end it must and it does prematurely for some when, with Cassava only halfway to the back and Hilton barely conscious in the ring, a Richter scale roar traverses the arena’s sound system.
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 and the startled BMD.
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
The Brat gives a disdainful shake of her head toward her fellow champion as she starts her trip to compete in the highest of high stakes of the FAWN year. Lowering the 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 ( ).Kat puckers as she reaches Cassava headed in the opposite direction, Onika already pissed at having her party prematurely terminated.
“Keep it warm for me,” Braddock informs, “Sure, I’ve got the two most important belts, but I’m always looking to expand.”
“Anytime you want, blondie,” Cassava responds, “three belts would look SO much better with booty.”
Onika pivots her backside toward Braddock and gives it a meaty ‘THWACK’.
Kat flinches, retreating a step or two, the nearby crowd chuckling at her fearful reaction.
The California Quake raises a fist in response, but Cassava stares her down without so much as the bat of an eye and Kat decides it’s best to move to the stage that suits her best, giving a good-bye sneer to Cassava.
As Onika completes her celebration with her devoted following, finally pushing through the curtains, Kat reaches the ring. Braddock passes the steps and snatches a microphone off the announcer’s table. The flaxen-haired fireplug 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.
“Actually, it’s time to do something else.”
Braddock turns her attention from the hard cam.
Hilton, up to hands and knees, only partially recovered from the butt bomb the ended her fight night, crawls toward the cables, but apparently not fast enough for The Brat.
“Let’s get rid of this trash as I’ve got something special to say.”
Kat drops the mic and grabs Hilton by her damp locks, pulling a wincing, battle-weary Crystal to her feet.
“Bytch. It’s time for insignificant nobodies like you to exit.”
Kat transfers her grip to a wrist and flings Hilton to the far ropes. Braddock sets up center stage for the rebound and the expended Crystal obliges in a race to the waiting Brat.
Kat scoops Hilton off the canvas under the curve of her glutes with one arm, the other wrapping around the waist of the elevated Crystal. Kat turns and drops to her knees with her cargo, PLANTING Hilton into the deck with a ring-rattling spinebuster!
Kat snatches the stick and hops to her feet over an arching, pain-racked Hilton.
She angrily rolls Crystal’s carcass to the ring’s edge with a boot and shoves it off, Hilton plopping to the thinly-padded cement floor of FAWN Arena.
The champ-champ moves back to the middle, clearing her throat.
“Now that the garbage has been removed, it’s time to bring you up to date on tonight’s festivities.”
The crowd makes its great displeasure known, loudly jeering. Kat feigns being emotionally hurt by their hatred.
“Well, if that’s the way you’re going to be about it. I was going to announce both titles would be on the line, this being Mania’s main event, but since you’re so mean to me, I’ve decided to invoke my champion clause and will only be putting the Lightweight title on the line.”
The FAWNatics make their irritation known once more.
“It’s your own fault for not treating me with the proper respect. And since the announcer never give my introduction the proper respect…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!”
Again, the boos ring out, Braddock grinning this time.
“As a show of good will to those on the roster who don’t deserve it, I am willing to make someone’s career, give you a chance to share the biggest stage with the biggest star of the company. The next contracted fighter who joins me in this ring and who, of course, meets the requirements for lightweight competition, will get the title shot. And don’t keep me waiting, bytches!”
The Brat drops the stick and raises a belt with each hand, reveling in the revulsion, her eyes trained on the stage above for the fool who would be dumb enough to join her.
Kat waits in the middle of the ring in anticipation to see which victim would make their way to the ring. However, what she doesn’t expect is the loud pop from the fans as the former Television Champion slowly slides into the ring from behind her.
CRYSTAL HILTON
Crystal grimaces in pain as she holds her lower back trying her best to recuperate from the spinebuster. She stands behind the champ champ and begs for her to turn around. The roars of excitement from the crowd causes Kat to finally turn around and the moment she does she is met with a Flashing Lights kick to the temple.
Flashing Lights
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Kat drops down to the mat and the fans are all cheering loudly for the Rose Goddess. The starlet smiles as she takes in the roars of the crowd and slowly picks up the microphone left behind by the LightWeight Champion. She looks out into the audience as she slowly brings it up to her lips.
“Tonight, I have been through hell and back. I basically lost not one but two matches. I have been telling everyone since day one that I am the BEST LIGHTWEIGHT in all of this company. I have mentioned you over and over, and not ONCE did you ever mention me in return.”
She takes a long deep breath as the crowd continues to cheer her on as she nods her head in excitement and speaks some more.
“I can barely stand. I am nowhere close to being one hundred percent, but I don’t care. I will have my FAWNAMANIA moment. If I can’t leave as the Television Champion that is fine because I will leave with the championship that I have been after since day one. I will hold the second most important title in this company’s history! I guess what I am saying Kat is you can’t duck me anymore, I am accepting your challenge!”
Hilton continues to favor her back but her paparazzi following snag photos of the A-Lister. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair as she gives a thumbs up to the timekeeper. The announcer screams into his microphone.
“And the challenger standing in the ring standing at 5’5 115 pounds from Hollywood California Crystal Hilton!”
Hilton waits in her corner as Kat slowly makes her way up to her feet. Crystal tosses the microphone to the side as she waits for the ring bell to make everything official.
A fuming Braddock grabs her noggin on both sides and twists, flexing her jaw.
“Mistake, bytch,” Kat shouts. “You couldn’t beat me at your best and now, like this?”
The Brat turns to the timekeeper.
“Do it.”
She motions for the bell. It tolls to start the battle. Her first and Crystal’s second.
Kat circles out of her corner and Hilton does likewise, Crystal wiping sweat from her brow, the ex-TV champion glistening from the incredible exertion spent in her losing effort to Cassava.
Slowly, the women meet in the middle, throwing their arms into a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
The flaxen-haired fireplug uses her low center of gravity and fresh legs to gain control quickly. Braddock marches a retreating Crystal to a set of buckles behind Hilton and stuffs her challenger deep into the corner.
FAWN’s lead referee Nick Castle calls for the break and Braddock raises her hands high, ready to begin the Mania finale fairly…for a second. The Brat drives a toe kick deep into Hilton’s golden-brown tummy, doubling the A-Lister at the waist.
Braddock follows with knee between the lowered eyes of her fellow lightweight, snapping Crystal’s head back violently. Already weak in the knees, Hilton tumbles to the mat when Kat sweeps the challenger’s legs out from under her. The huffing, seated Crystal leans into the corner, legs extended in front of her.
Fresh as a daisy, the Cali Quake jogs nonchalantly to the opposite corner, turns, and races at her target. She pivots as she leaps from a few feet out and RAMS a hip attack into Crystal’s cranium, rocking the weary Hilton.
With her foe in a daze, a chuckling Kat grabs Hilton by the ankles and pulls her to center stage, then proceeds to stomp a mudhole out of her fatigued foe.
Kat sends boot after boot to any piece of the former Television champion open and available, the crowd booing as Braddock lays it on thick, leaving Hilton puddled, before taking a victory lap.
The Brat circles the ring, playing with the Mania crowd.
“She’s got guts,” Kat shouts to the FAWNatics, acknowledging the courage to answer the challenge with next to nothing left in the tank. “But brains? Obviously, she was born without any.”
Kat makes her way back to the sprawled Crystal, breaths heavy from the challenger.
Braddock pops to a handstand next to Hilton. Nimbly, the former beachfighter ‘walks’ in a 180 then drops her knees into Crystal’s navel, gutting the gasping Hilton. The A-Lister jackknifes around the impact then melts to horizontal.
Braddock hops to her feet and imperiously places a boot sole on the chest of a spreadeagled Crystal for perhaps the easiest victory in FAWNAMANIA history with the…
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Crystal shoves the foot off and rolls to her side, an arm wrapped around her aching midriff, sucking in deep lungfuls of air.
Kat snarls at the arrogance not only of Hilton shoving out from under, but her thinking she could compete with Braddock after emerging directly from a grueling defeat.
The Brat grabs a wrist of her lightweight challenger and tugs the reeling Crystal to her feet.
The busty, vertically-challenged blonde snuggles close, dipping and wrapping her arms around the waist of the A-Lister. Kat squeezes the golden-brown midsection tight, then lifts Crystal to tiptoes and just beyond with a taut bearhug.
Braddock gives the challenger a rugged rattle before shifting Crystal a little higher in her grip and dropping to bended knee. The vindictive Kat splits Hilton’s wickets with an Inverted Atomic Drop, pounding Crystal’s kitty atop the plank of her upper leg. Hilton waddles away from the impact, hands buried between her thighs, face etched in anguish.
Knock-kneed, Crystal is frozen in place as Kat, suddenly in a much better mood, reverses course and hits the ropes behind her. Rebounding at full speed, The Brat lowers her right shoulder and PLOWS it into the open abdomen of her adversary. The body-blasting spear takes Crystal off her feet, the A-Lister folding around the charging blonde, then being buried into the canvas with the end of the tackle.
Left splayed and moaning, Crystal offers little in the way of resistance when Kat crawls atop her in a full body pin, Braddock pressing down on Hilton’s wrists, the challenger’s arms overhead, shoulders tight to the canvas for the…
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Somehow, in her second war of the evening, Crystal finds the will to push a shoulder off the canvas with a split-second to spare, Kat’s features growing rosier with frustration.
Kat rears back on her haunches and slaps the taste from Crystal’s mouth, Hilton’s face twisting in the direction opposite the impact.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, sweetheart. There’s a HUGE difference between the champ-champ and f’n Cassava Onika. One’s a sideshow. One’s the main event.
Kat connects with a forearm smash to the jaw that leaves Crystal momentarily stupefied. She dismounts the stunned Hilton and addresses the sellout throng.
“You could have had a real match! Could have seen a top competitor from the roster come out here and provide a Mania event for the ages. Instead, you get this ex-TV trash. Don’t boo me for that. Boo her.”
But the crowd overwhelmingly jeers the hated Katrina Two-Belts, The Brat very much living up to her moniker.
“That’s what I thought. Stupid as ever!”
Latching onto Crystal, making her right wrist a handle, the dominant titleholder hauls the soon-to-be cancelled A-Lister off her ass again. Pivoting, Kat heaves Crystal to the far ropes with an Irish Whip and settles mid-ring to repeat the emphatic statement she’d made when first entering the ring with the future two-time loser.
Planning to lift Crystal off the deck and plant her to the thinly-sheathed floorboards once more with a ring-rattling spinebuster, Braddock dips slightly to collect her cargo. But Crystal steps on the gas as she approaches and the A-Lister’s momentum is too much to handle, Hilton knocking a wide-eyed Kat off her feet.
Landing in a straddle of the downed blonde, Crystal goes to work with her Thesz Press, pounding away on Kat’s cranium, sending the blonde’s braincase rocking from side to side with sweeping punches from right and left, Braddock getting her guard up, but not deflecting all of the assault.
Despite the fatigue from being involved in a second fight during the night the Hollywood hottie does everything in her power to make these strikes count. She finally stops when she notices the champion resorting to a full guard. Hilton rises off the blonde, bringing herself to a vertical base. She lifts her heel up as far as she can before bringing it down on the Brat’s exposed belly. She does it again and again as the champion can only curl up into a ball.
With eyes full of anger, the A-Lister reaches down and grabs Kat by her blonde locks and yanks her up to her feet. She glares at her face to face before driving a vicious knee strike up into the body of the champion. The Afro-Mexican watches as Kat falls to the mat holding her stomach with one hand as she gazes up into Crystal’s eyes.
“I may not be one hundred percent and you might be the best wrestler in the world but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to be better than you for an entire match! I just need to showcase I am better for three seconds!”
Crystal once again brings Kat up to her feet and she tries for another knee strike to the gut. The Brat is able to twist out of the way. Instead, she sweeps Crystal’s leg from underneath her. Hilton falls back to the mat and the petite, curvy blonde sprints towards the ropes. She bounces off the cables and runs back at her fallen foe.
Braddock leaps, looking for a crossbody splash on the former queen of the Television division but Hilton brings her knees up to her chest. The Brat doesn’t have time to adjust as she lands on top of the bony caps. She bounces off her foe, clutching at her chest in pain. This gives the Detroit native the opening she needs. Hilton quickly grabs a hold of Kat and maneuvers her into a schoolgirl pin.
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The Brat rolls out of the move and glares daggers at Hilton for the sneaky pin attempt.
The crowd cheers the former Television Champion on as she smiles then kips to her feet, Hilton taking a glance at the supportive crowd before turning her attention to her foe.
“Listen, champ. I know I have enough in me to beat you. I would love nothing more than to leave with the Lightweight Championship!”
Kat just shrugs it off as she stares back at Hilton, folding her arms. Braddock gets right in her challenger’s face.
“I told you bytch! This is the big-time and you aren’t used to being in the main e…”
SLAP!!!!!!!!
Crystal brings a hard open palm strike to the face of the blonde and the crowd ohhhhs in response.
Hilton smiles and motions for Braddock to bring it on. With the attire of embarrassment worn with a red palm print left on her face, the blonde obliges as she tries to spear the fiery Latina to the mat.
Hilton, however, is able to sidestep out of the way and throws Kat into the corner. She screams for the Brat to turn around. Kat spins and emerges out of the corner with a clothesline which the Latina is able to duck underneath. Hilton uses everything in her reserves to ascend to the top rope. She flips off it backwards, looking for a moonsault.
The crowd yells in anticipation and Hilton lands on top of Kat, flattening her. But the momentum shifts as Braddock rolls through and ends the one on top of Crystal. Kat reaches and yanks Hilton’s togs for extra leverage and the...
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Hilton somehow finds a way to muster the power to kick out and the expression on Kat’s face tells the entire story. She complains to the zebra about the count and he reassures the champ it was a two count. Meanwhile Hilton crawls over towards the ropes and uses them to bring herself up to her feet.
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
The sweat pours down Crystal’s face as she looks out at the screaming crowd. She lets out a long deep breath as she finally turns her attention over to the champ-champ. Hilton bends down before motioning to Kat to come after her.
“By all means if you have to cheat to beat a woman that’s not at her best just imagine what would happen if I came out here completely fresh!”
“Like I have to cheat to beat you at any time,” the Cali Quake replies, acting as though she’s emotionally wounded by the challenger’s scandalous lie.
“Luckily for me and FAWN’s reputation, it doesn’t matter how I beat you. Just that I do.”
Kat charges the seemingly spent Hilton and gets tossed across the canvas for her trouble when Crystal pivots and sends Braddock tumbling along the deck with a slick arm drag.
Using her momentum to roll to her feet, The Brat is quickly up, turning, and rushing toward her foe a second time, only to get decked with a perfectly-placed dropkick, Hilton’s boot soles CRUNCHING into Kat’s chin. The back of the blonde’s skull bounces off the thinly-covered floorboards, making for dual impacts. But still, the gritty beach girl is vertical in little over a second.
Frustrated, her face flushing from effort and embarrassment, Braddock advances again if this time more unsteadily, the pounding from Crystal piling up.
A sloppy clothesline attempt is ducked by the challenger, who races beneath and leaps into the nearby ropes. Grabbing the top cable while landing on the middle, the Latina springboards in a u-turn off the elastic strands. She vaults into a crossbody splash of the wide-eyed blonde, the A-Lister pancaking Braddock underneath.
A guttural groan escapes Kat’s lips along with a burst of an exhale. The breathless titleholder is flat under the Hollywood Hottie, Hilton hooking her foe’s far leg as part of her lateral press for the…
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Kat kicks loose, rolling to her right hip and shoulder.
Looking a bit concerned for the first time, Kat pushes to hands and knees and crawls toward a time out, hoping to reach the ropes and slide under for a break on the outside.
Crystal has other ideas, grabbing an ankle and pulling her foe back to the middle. The Cali Quake wriggles for her freedom and finally breaks free. She shoves Hilton a few feet away with a shove from her extending leg, then scrambles to her feet.
Stepping to Crystal, the flaxen-haired fireplug sends a looping Chick Kick toward Crystal’s skull, but again the A-Lister proves herself ready, ducking under. As Kat pirouettes after the swing and miss, the former TV champ shows the champ-champ she’s got the better version, presenting her graceful Flashing Lights, the LA woman’s boot striking home HARD against Kat’s temple.
Flashing Lights ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=47m4FkoWg14 )
The FAWNatics let loose a loud ‘OHHHH’ as the lethal impact sends kat flopping to the mat like she’s been shot, the blonde ending in a wide spreadeagle. But the huffing, sweat-soaked Hilton passes on a pin, instead hustling to the nearest corner. She nimbly climbs to the top and turns to face her target.
Leaping high from her penthouse perch, Crystal somersaults through an aerial 450. Her golden-brown tummy SLAPS across the plush, lightly tanned belly of her adversary. A bug-eyed, Braddock jackknifes under the sparkling Crystal and the Mania masses count along with Castle’s slaps of the mat to celebrate a new Lightweight champion at…
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THRNOOO!
The Quake pushes a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, causing Nick to bound to his feet and lift two fingers aloft.
Hilton’s chin falls to her chest in disappointment, knowing her dream has so nearly been realized. But just as quickly, she understands there’s more work to be done and Kat’s on the ropes.
Crystal peels a faltering Braddock off the deck, Kat suddenly looking as worn as the woman who’s logged an extra match. Hilton pulls The Brat into a front facelock, throws Kat’s limp arm across the back of her neck and grabs a handful of blue spandex on Braddocks hip. With practiced ease, Crystal snap suplexes The Brat to the canvas. Kat arches in anguish, reaching for her lower spine, leaving her open for a follow-up soccer kick to the bosom from the rampaging A-Lister.
With Kat splayed to her right, Crystal balls her right first and descends, a Fist Drop headed directly between the eyes of the champ-champ.
At the last second, Kat rolls clear and Hilton pounds the empty canvas instead of her foe’s face. The Afro-Mexican hops to her feet, cursing and cradling her stinging hand close, flexing it.
With her adversary distracted, Kat dives at Hilton from behind, throwing a cruel chopblock into the pit of Crystal’s right knee. Hilton yelps in pain as she drops and genuflects upon the throbbing joint.
Determined not to stay down for long, the Hollywood Hottie forces herself to vertical. Limping, she turns to find her foe.
Unfortunately for the challenger and her thousands of noisy fans (millions at home), Kat is ready with a running, double axhandle blow to Crystal’s chest. The force of the impact sends Hilton in an unruly backpedal, but she remains upright, finishing against the ropes, face etched in pain.
Spinning and racing to the opposite strands, Kat hits them at full speed and rebounds toward Crystal. The blonde finally hits her clothesline across Crystal’s clavicle, sending the A-Lister backflipping over the rubber-coated, steel cables. Hilton crashes across the apron’s edge and tumbles to the arena floor.
Above, Kat raises her arms high and wide in triumph and the crowd lets Braddock know there’s plenty of fight left in their Hollywood Hottie.
Crystal starts to rise to the sound of the encouraging FAWNatics.
But as her foe ascends on the outside, The Brat heads for a replay of sorts.
Again, the blonde rebounds off the far ropes. This time she sails between the top and middle ropes above her target.
The Brat’s Suicide Dive pays off big-time as the flaxen-haired missile CRASHES into the unsuspecting Hilton. Hilton is sent flying into the steel barricade behind her, SMASHING against it with a sickening, metallic CLACK.
Flawless face pinched in pain, the blasted Crystal slides down the steel and puddles at its base.
“And you idiots thought she had a chance,” Kat screams. “This is Mania. I’m freakin’ Kat Braddock. Not happening!”
Crystal is slumped against the metal barricade and the crowd begins to boo at the wicked blonde. The zebra looks over at the action on the outside and begins to count.
One…
Two…
Kat just glares down at her opponent and places her hands on her hips as she smiles at her.
“I bet you would rather just get yourself counted out so you could save yourself the embarrassment of losing a third match in a row twice to your roommate and a third to the best lightweight, no WRESTLER in the world.”
Through clenched teeth the Mexican looks back at her opponent and mutters the first thing on her mind. “F&*( you!”
Kat on the other hand smirks as she yanks Hilton up by her golden-brown hair and drags her to the ring. “I was hoping you was going to say that. Not that it mattered because you aren’t getting an easy way out!”
Three…
Four…
With that, she rolls the Hollywood hottie into the ring and slides into the ring after her.
Hilton tries her best to stand, but she’s on rubbery legs and has trouble keeping her balance. Kat steadies her foe but only so she can whip Hilton as hard as she can into the opposite corner.
Hilton’s back collides with the turnbuckle and she slumps in the corner. But Braddock yanks Crystal back up to her feet by her golden locks again and slaps the actress’ face as hard as she can, leaving a red palm print across her features.
“THAT was for earlier!”
Tears flow from Hilton’s eyes, but Kat has plans to inflict even more pain.
She whips Crystal once again. Hilton bounces off the ropes and runs at the petite but buxom blonde.
The champ-champ waits anxiously and, as soon as Crystal reaches her, she lifts the Mexican high into the air and drops her down with a spinebuster. Hilton bounces off the canvas and rolls onto her stomach, reaching for her back. Kat is waiting, as she puts a boot and holds it down firmly on the spine of the 115-pound woman, grinding it against the injured vertebrae. Until the Latina can’t contain her emerging screams.
“I bet your back is really hurting right now. Let me ask you a question Hilton, how does it feel to be beneath me?! You might be a semi-famous actress, but this main event at Mania is MY SPOTLIGHT and nobody takes it away from me!”
Hilton is trapped. She tries to crawl but the pain she is suffering under Kat’s boot is unbearable. As if that was enough the Cali-Quake begins to deliver the real hurt as she lifts her boot up and drives it against Crystal’s back. She does it over, and over again. Boot after boot. Hilton tries her best to curl up into a ball to protect herself from the onslaught, but it’s of no use. Kat just seems too much for her.
Hilton isn’t resisting anymore as she just takes each boot stomp.
After being satisfied with her prey’s defenselessness, Kat claps her hands together as she looks out into the crowd of Crystal’s blossoming roses.
“This is what it looks like when your precious rose has withered away and now it’s time to start killing it by the root…”
The blonde tries to lift Hilton up to her feet but all she gets in return is deadweight that drops back down to the ground.
Kat is enjoying this as the crowd begins to boo loudly at the double champ.
With all of her effort, Kat finally brings Hilton to a vertical position and tucks her underneath an arm. She looks out into the audience before deciding to lift the Latina high into the air then drops her suddenly headfirst against the mat. The former Television Champion isn’t moving, as Kat sits up loving the damage she’s dealt.
Kat makes her way back up to her feet as she looks down at the motionless lightweight. She looks out to the crowd as a smile forms on her lips.
“It’s about time I finished her off once and for all…”
Kat grabs Hilton up by her golden-brown locks again and places her into a front face lock. She tucks the Afro-Mexican’s head underneath an arm. “You aren’t even worth a Kat Nap but I think your own Flame-On will suffice…”
With that, Kat moves her head forward before quickly whipping it back as she lays out, driving Crystal to the mat with a mocking version of her own hair flip Flame-On DDT. Hilton ends in a spreadeagle position and Kat stands, taking a moment to showboat to the audience.
Flame On
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fabDZOzNO0A )
“It must be embarrassing to lose to your own move but let it be known you never had a chance!”
The fans jeer even louder as Kat paces around the ring taunting all of them. She finally turns her attention back to Crystal and drops down into a seductive full body cover, making sure she completely mocks Crystal with her own move.
One…
Two…
ThrNOOOOOOOOOO
Somehow Hilton gets a shoulder up, which brings the crowd on their feet.
Kat, on her haunches next to the persistent challenger, shakes her head.
“You got me,” Braddock admits with a huff. “I never should have used a loser’s move to finish a winner’s match.”
The Brat collects the A-Lister’s ankles and drags her several feet in front of a corner. She spreads the lower limbs of the spent Hilton wide, then drops her handles and gives her victim a blown kiss.
With supreme confidence, Kat moves to the nearby buckles and scales them briskly. She turns to face her target. Braddock heaps scorn on the booing Mania masses then leaps from her perch, launching toward Hilton with her arms tight to her sides.
With her noggin leading the way, Kat soars then plummets toward her challenger and BLASTS Crystal’s crotch with a nuclear-sized head butt to the Hollywood Hottie’s kitty.
Hilton sits bolt upright, eyes welling, hands burying beneath her thighs when a chuckling Braddock removes her battering ram of a braincase.
“Aw. Does the wannabe have an oww-ee?” Kat asks. “Let me see if the gawd damn World and Lightweight champion can make that better.”
Braddock grabs the wrists of the whimpering Hilton and pulls her to the corner she’d vacated, propping Crystal’s shoulders against the bottom buckle. Kat jogs to the opposite buckles, then spins and charges her reeling foe.
Kat dives into a crossbody cruncher she calls the Cali Sandwich, THUMPING across the remains of the former Television Champion.
Cali Sandwich ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQbKiIEluic )
Bouncing off the consumed Crystal, a glistening Kat pops to her feet and hovers over the wreckage. She brings Hilton’s Blossoms to a rage when she lifts a thumb to her throat and drags it across, motioning to her fans Crystal is about to meet the fate of all Braddock’s challengers.
Peeling what’s left of Hilton off the canvas, she tugs Crystal’s carcass to rubbery legs then into a tight front facelock. Braddock flips a lifeless arm of her foe over her shoulders, ready to vault the A-Lister into a momentary cradle in her lap and the ultimate FAWN finish, Braddock’s brutal Kat Nap.
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
But before The Brat can elevate Hilton, Crystal snakes a leg around one of Kat’s abbreviated stems, locking her in place on the mat. A startled and frustrated Braddock tries again, only for the Hollywood Hottie to show she’s more than just a pretty face on the tube, blocking the finisher once more.
Prior to seeing if Kat can make the third try the charm, Crystal shocks the champ-champ, shifting from defense to offense. She springs an unexpecting Kat into the air, Braddock’s boot soles pointed toward the rafters. Crystal holds for a moment, then sends the titleholder tumbling over, Kat’s spinal column CRASHING to the deck with a vertical suplex.
Vertical Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rB4BGpf55s ) :02
With pain etched on Kat’s flawless features, an exhausted Crystal remains on her back after her landing, drawing in deep breaths. Hilton’s Blossoms in the Mania crowd start a rhythmic clap to entice their favorite to her feet and slowly the bedraggled but beautiful challenger begins to rise.
One problem. The determined Cali Quake is also on the way to verticality. The blonde is ready before her counterpart, Crystal still bent at the waist on the way up. Braddock encircles Hilton’s midriff, ready to power her lightweight foe to a gutwrench slam.
Kat lifts the A-Lister onto a shoulder in preparation for the thumping trip to the canvas. But once there, Crystal springs to life, shifting herself out of Kat’s grip and spinning around Braddock’s shoulders into an elevated front facelock, the Hollywood Hottie uses to tilt-a-whirl the champ-champ into a vicious DDT that convinces the FAWNatics this match is anybody’s for the taking.
Tilt-a-whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc ) 1:16
Kat’s skull SPIKES into the canvas and she flops to a starfish, inches from a worn but resilient Crystal, Hilton on her chest. The challenger reaches out a listless arm and drapes it across the chest of the shellshocked Kat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Braddock shoves the limb off, unwilling to surrender half of her gold to Hilton.
Crystal is spent as she lays on the ground breathing heavily. She’s put everything into the Tilt-a-whirl DDT and has nothing in the tank.
Kat slowly regains her bearings and wearily makes it to a vertical stance, looking down at her Hispanic foe, blinking her eyes wide.
“So is that all you got, Hilton?” Braddock says, staggering unsteadily, trying to brush off the comeback as if it has been little more than a nuisance.
“This is why you aren’t worthy of the main event! This is why you’ll never be as good as me, this is why I am a champ-ch…”
Before the Cali-Quake can even finish, the acrobatic Latina kips up to her feet.
The Blossoming Roses roar with excitement as the Rose Goddess smiles looking back at Kat.
She flicks her hair from over her eyes as she begins to feel the electricity of the crowd.
“That is where you are wrong! I am a main event star. I am the featured attraction, I am prime time, and tonight I will be the best lightweight in the world. I am ready for my close-up, baby!”
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
Kat stomps her feet as the crowd fills the air with the echoing chant.
“Shut up! Shut up! STOP THAT… SHE’S NOTHING!”
Kat backpedals to the ropes behind and rushes at Crystal, raising her right arm for a clothesline.
Hilton picks up her own speed, dashing at, then sliding between the blonde’s legs, ending on the opposite side of Braddock.
Popping to her feet, she wraps her arms around a startled Kat’s waist, looking for a German Suplex.
Braddock fires, driving her elbow backwards. She catches Hilton in the face.
The Detroit native’s head snaps back, Crystal left holding her nose in pain. Kat turns, nailing Hilton with a spinning back fist that catches her flush again, causing her foe to stumble.
Kat smiles at regaining control one last time. She reaches for a staggering Crystal and grabs Hilton’s golden-brown locks. Braddock tucks her head under an arm and proceeds to lift her foe into her lap.
“That’s it… Time for your overdue Kat Nap…”
Braddock has Hilton on the edge, but Crystal fights with her free arm, driving frantic punch after punch, hoping to block the finisher a second time.
Rocked by the storm of fists, Braddock drops the former Television Champion, freeing Crystal from the elevated cradle.
Using everything in her, Crystal buries a raised knee into Kat’s plush tummy. With Kat bent over from the blow, Crystal manages to sunset flip over the doubled double-champion, ripping Braddock off her feet and stacking the blonde on her shoulders. The zebra drops for the count, a seated Crystal holding onto Kat with her counter pin attempt for the...
One…
Two…
NOOOO
The pin is broken not because the Cali Quake kicks out but because Crystal transitions into her Photosynthesis submission.
The rose is in full bloom as she wraps her legs around the blonde’s arms and yanks back on the champ’s neck. Crystal pulls as far as she can, looking into the eyes of her foe.
Photosynthesis (Spider Twist) ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7pdQ1I-XvE )
“My rose is in full blossom and this is what happens when I make food out of you! Enjoy the process known as photosynthesis, you bytch!”
The crowd rise to their feet as Hilton holds onto the submission move tightly.
The blonde flails wildly, searching for the ropes with madly swinging arms, but the cables are well out of her reach.
Kat kicks her feet about, on the verge of a temper tantrum as she screams at Hilton.
“GET OFF ME…”
Crystal smirks.
“Sure… You give me those two magical words or better yet tap out for me… Tap out for the entire world to see!!!”
“F^ck you Hilton…. I… Will Never… Lose to someone as inferior as….”
Hilton applies the hold tighter than before.
The Cali Quake’s struggle slows. With nowhere to go and no escape, Kat has no option. She wails as she taps out frantically, screaming out loud her surrender, giving Hilton both responses she’s waiting for.”
“I GIVEEEEEEEEEEE… I GIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEEASE!!!”
Upon hearing those magical words, Hilton’s all smiles.
The referee quickly calls for the bell and, as he does, Hilton finally breaks the hold. She falls to her back and gazes at the ceiling. The Blossoming Roses stand in excitement as cheers fill the arena. The impossible has happened!
“And the winner of the match by submission, and your NEW FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…CRYSTAL HILTON!!!!!!!!!”
Hilton can’t believe it as she continues to gaze up at the lights above.
Fans continue to cheer the actress for the effort she’s show during the course of a very long night.
She’s gone from bargain bin beauty to box office success, but it’s been the tale of her sixteen-year career in FAWN.
The 35-year-old woman slowly sits up and watches Kat grasp her back in pain.
Hilton also feels the wounds of her war tonight. The actress makes her way to her feet and the referee hands Crystal her newly won Lightweight Championship. Hilton embraced it eagerly with one arm and extends a hand to Kat with the other, offering to help Kat to her feet. But Braddock slaps it away. Crystal smiles.
“We can do this again right now if you’re that upset…title versus title if you want to put your World Championship on the line.”
Kat rises under her own power, still wincing from her bout with Photosynthesis. She’s handed her FAWN World Championship and quickly snatches it away from Castle, then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, not bothering to give Hilton a response.
The blonde storms her way up the aisle and ramps, passing Cassava Onika headed in the opposite direction.
Cassava makes her way down to the ring with the BMD and Television Championships. She’s already in her street clothes as she enters the ring.
Crystal smiles at her friend.
“It’s about time we close out the biggest show of the year and give Gladiatrix magazine a moment they’ll forever remember. Ready to celebrate?!”
Cassava smiles in return. “I was thinking the same thing…”
With that, both women climb opposite corners and raise their titles high into the air as fireworks and other assorted pyro go off one after another.
Crystal’s paparazzi surround the ring as she lifts her beloved belt.
“Yo soy la mejor luchadora del mundo! Alguien necesita demostrar que estoy equivocado!”
Cassava smirks as she holds her titles higher.
“And I am amazing on televisión and have the best BMD in the business. Someone prove me wrong!”
The crowd continues their standing ovation as the camera fades to black on the perfect finishing touch of a magnificient 20th anniversary FAWNAMANIA.