Post by hawkeye on Jun 4, 2024 1:44:34 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Crimson Comet, the Star Strider, the Girl That Gravity Forgot, this is…LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gid-p4nI1s
The low lights of the Maroon Meteor's entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle with a woman who'd terrorized both Light and Heavyweight divisions for nineteen months and counting, she wore a midnight blue and starry white halter with matching briefs that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Glancing back and forth as the cheers grew louder and louder, the former Lightweight and Tag Team champ delivered a stereo swat to her backside, then leapt into the lights and came down with a crisp little 'thwham' in the middle of the squared circle.
Right fist raised high overhead, she popped up a thumb to prep another detonator, then pressed it down so the whole crowd could 'BOOM!' right along with her. Riding the aftershock of cheers all the way to the far corner, she settled into the buckles and turned her attention to the 'tron while Senior Official Nick Castle checked out the Roseate Rocket's boots and pads.
With the pint-sized, frenetic, Walmart version of her superstar sister within the battleground, a Richter scale rumble coursed through the arena. The previous ovation for Burlingame changed to an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng. Perhaps the most dominant grappler FAWN has ever seen, considering her relatively limited age, was on her way and the assembled are less than overjoyed.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
After the flash, in the light show’s place, stood the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat center stage. Her usual shit-eating grin was firmly in place, having claimed yet another title as FAWN’s One to Watch with her recent victory over Heather Crofton. With no hardware associated with that moniker, Kat consoled herself with the FAWN World Championship, the most prized possession raised with both hands by her lackey, the generally otherwise inept Bianca Simpson.
FAWN’s Jobber Extraordinaire turned credibly proficient stooge led the way down the ramp and aisle. Rarely competent as a combatant, Bianca was nevertheless dressed for battle in her simple red one-piece battle attire, in case the head honcho needed her to ground the high-flyer at an opportune moment.
BIANCA SIMPSON
The curvy Quake strode toward the squared circle in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
KAT BRADDOCK:
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The once-upon-a-time beach fighter now TWO-time FAWN World Champion strode confidently to ringside, Simpson attempting to shout down her many detractors.
As the duo reached their destination, Kat directed Bianca to hand over her gold and sent the worker bee over to the Announcer’s table as the man provided Braddock’s introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The World Champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste reaching new heights as Braddock’s second hold on the big belt seems like it might be as long-lasting as the first.
Bianca snatched the amplifier from the man’s hand and brought it to Braddock on the apron’s edge. Simpson stretched the top and middle ropes wide for Kat to enter comfortably between.
Moving to the middle, barely acknowledging the runt of the Burlingame litter, Braddock drew the stick to parted lips.
“Shut your holes, you mouth-breathers!”
The FAWNatics were not in the mood to oblige and forced Braddock to shout over them.
“Now that I’ve proven Heather Crofton the palest of imitations from my own generation, I’m ready to prove how those who are a part of this organization’s history should stay there.”
The champ motioned to Lily without bothering to look in her direction.
“When I said I wanted a challenge, they must have heard chump change.”
Kat turned to her challenger.
“This dumb bytch doesn’t realize her frequent flyer miles were canceled a long time ago. After tonight, she’ll be MADE to understand.”
Braddock handed the microphone to Simpson and moved to her corner, covered from any backdoor shenanigans by Bianca.
As the brownnoser took her spot on the outside with the stick and the cherished hardware in her grasp, the bell brought yet another bratty World Title defense to a start.
Bianca hopped down from the apron shortly after the bell sounded, leaving Kitty Two-Times to strut out to the center of the ring. Lily was barely a step behind, she'd been wanting a shot at the Brat long before Braddock's reign of terror began and the possibility of turning the blonde into a two-time loser meant there'd be no dawdling tonight.
Kat must've seen the Star Strider's intentions stamped across her face, but if she did she certainly wasn't impressed, let alone intimidated. In fact she strode over to the challenger and chested into her hard enough to rock Burlingame back a couple of steps! Lily caught her balance quickly enough and immediately went nose to nose with the World Champ.
“Loved watching your has-been sister crash and burn earlier tonight.” Kat taunted the brunette. “Gonna be even sweeter making you overrated assholes go oh for two on the night.”
The Crimson Comet knew better than to engage with Braddock's mind games, but she wasn't about to let the Brat bad-mouth Sue after the war she'd been through against the Last True Believer. “Sue's gonna be fine, Kitty.” she murmured. “Which is more than I can say for you when this is all ovNGH!”
Kat raised a hand, pressed it to the side of Lily's cheek and earned a raucous 'ooooohhh!' from the FAWNatics (as well as delighted clapping from Bianca) by pie-facing Burlingame as hard as she could. “Who do you think you are, stepping to me with that tuff girl shit?” Braddock barked at the heiress. “I'm a two-time World Champion, you're a wannabe luchador—” CRACK!
Lily smote that fulsome cleavage with an Overhand Slap that had Kat stamping around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the hurt! “Yeah, you may be a two-time champ, cutie.” Burlingame spoke loud enough to ensure it was all caught by the mics. “But Kasey Newsome exposed you as a full-time punk-ass BITCH who can't win anything without help from—”
Kat lunged at Lily with a Haymaker that would've dimmed her lights if she hadn't dipped under it at precisely the right moment. Already facing the champ by the time Braddock turned around, the Roseate Rocket hoisted her right hand overhead which caused Kat to put a protective arm across her ches—CRACK!
Lily warmed the Californian's cheek with a quick Bitch Slap, the former Lightweight Champion happy to remind her blonde that she'd meet disrespect with disrespect.
Lips drawn back in a murderous sneer, Braddock almost threw herself at the challenger before she caught her breath and straightened up. After a moment's silence, she smirked and asked, “Why don't you try to do something productive with those hands, little sister?” With that she raised her left high into the air, the champ clearly looking for a Test of Strength.
Lily just snorted and shook her head. “Why? So you can put a knee in my gut or my trunks the first chance you get? No thanks, Kitty. I may have to wrestle the World Title away from a coward, but that doesn't mean I have to play a coward's gamRRGGHH!”
Braddock surged in and caught Burlingame in a brawny Side Headlock that saw her grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnd the brunette's temple against her right hip! “Say it again!” Kat stamped in place to really pour on the pressure, then snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked hard enough to make Lily squeal in anguish! “Call me a coward again, ya fuckin' loser and see what it gets OW!”
Burlingame stamped on the champ's toes, making sure to twist her heel back and forth in the aftermath. In the same instant she slipped free of the Headlock, grabbed hold of the blonde's right wrist and forced it between Braddock's shoulders in a Hammerlock stern enough to make the champ go up on tiptoe. Quick to punish the Quake's jiggling buns with a few hard Kneelifts, Lily huffed, “I said I'm not here to play any coward's games with you, Bradd—”
Kat threw a Back Elbow over her left shoulder, but Lily interrupted its momentum by yanking up on the captured wrist! The resultant jolt threw the Quake off balance and allowed the Maroon Meteor to swing around in front while maintaining a grip on Braddock's wrist. Wedging her head beneath the blonde's left arm, Lily reached around with her free hand to fully secure the Hammerlock. From there she dipped her knees and peeled off a crisp bridge that took Kat up, over and DOWN, the startled champ landing with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds atop that pinned arm! Braddock cried out on impact but Lily only shot up on tiptoe to keep the bridge in place while Nick Castle swooped in to count...
HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul6Hfe0RZm0
ONE...
CRACK! Kat still had one paw free and she put it to good use with a swift slap directly to that taut tummy! Scrambling upright the instant she was free, Braddock didn't bother to work the twinge out of her shoulder, she just threw herself at the challenger for a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that started Lily marchin' back toward the corner! Burlingame got her hands on Kat's chin and pushed as hard as she could, but the champ was a little blonde bulldozer once she got going and it was only a matter of time before Lily's back and butt were smudged against the buckles.
“Break!” she called to the ref. “Get her offa me—CRAAACK!
Never one to let a debt go unpaid, Braddock withdrew one hand from the clinch, raised it high overhead and brought a vicious Slap whistling down on her foe's decolletage! Lily hissed, went to cover up, then started moaning and groaning when the Quake swatted those hands aside and sank her own well-manicured talons into the brunette's modest bosom!
“Yeah bitch, ya feel that? That's the Beach Kat digging into your mousy little tits! Wanna give it up right now or can I use you as a scratching post for a little while lonOOFFFHHH!”
Burlingame hit her with an Overhand Forearm Smash that knocked the claws loose and THUMPED the blonde's girls something fierce! But damned if Kitty Two-Times didn't tank it, then respond with a Forearm Smash of her own before going right back to the Breast Claws!
“Enough of that, Kat. She's in the corner so let's have a clean break!” Nick said once he'd judged neither lady would relent of their own accord.
Braddock rolled her eyes, then raised her hands to chest level. “Fine.” she huffed. A step back almost convinced Castle she was being sincere so of course that's when Kat darted in to grab a vile titty twister, the sneering blonde just craaaaaaanking the dials on K-B-R-A-T while Burlingame cursed and writhed.
No warning now, Castle went straight to the count, which reached 'FOUR!' before Braddock let loose and peppered her foe's cheeks with several taunting slaps. “Wrestling for the BIG belt tonight, little girl!” Kat teased as she backed off with both hands raised. “You're not ready for that, you might as well quit now!”
Lily had no intention of quitting, not that Braddock gave her a chance to say as such. The curvy blonde had just drawn out of striking range when she curled her right hand into a fist and lunged in with a shot aimed at the heiress' chi—NO! Lily spun away from the blow, leaving Kat to swing around and hit the buckles back-first. Positioned to the champ's right, Lily grabbed the top rope in both hands, then hopped onto the second strand and pushed off to THWHACK a quick kick into the Quake's chin!
Kat's head snapped back and her arms slopped over the top rope to keep her upright, a situation that might've been better if Burlingame hadn't snatched the middle rope in both hands and used it to add quite a bit more 'oomph' to the Shoulderblock she THWHUMPED into Braddock's belly! Two more Shoulderblocks had Kat's glutes resting high and snug on the second turnbuckle and they showed no signs of leaving especially after the Crimson Comet hooked both arms around Kat's left thigh and deftly hooked that leg over the rubber-coated steel.
“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” Bianca shouted as Lily repeated the tactic on Braddock's right leg. “Get her out of there, Castle! She's in the rop—”
Sampson's outrage was drowned by delight from the crowd when Lily settled into a stance more reminiscent of her older sister and began LASHING a series of snappy series of kicks into the blonde's vulnerable inner thighs!
“BITCH!” Kat pulled her arms away from the ropes to better defend against the strikes and got slapped across the mouth for her efforts. “Back the hell up, I'm in the ropeOOOFFFFHH!”
Lily pounded the Brat's cleavage with another Forearm Smash, then raised her hands and backpedaled into the center of the ring. “Get her out of the corner, Lily.” Castle told the challenger. “You've got a whole ring to wrestle in, after all.”
“Oh, I intend to use it.”
Burlingame sprinted back the way she'd came, hopped into the air and THUMPED the soles of her boots into Kat's gulping tummy! The Dropkick knocked Braddock free of the corner and deposited her awkwardly on shoulder and hip. She was still fighting to catch her breath when Burlingame grabbed her by shoulder and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. From there she dropped to a seat on Kat's right, Lily helping herself to a handful of hair just to make sure Braddock didn't slip away when the Star Strider threaded her left leg under the blonde's torso. There was a soft SMECK followed by a much louder groan from the World Champ when Lily locked her ankles and treated Kat to a prolonged squeeze courtesy the Side Bodyscissors.
“Fuuuuhhhh... fucking bitch.” Braddock wheezed as she pushed and gouged at the leg strapped over her tummy. “You think you're gonna crush me out? You don't have the EEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lily braced both hands against the mat, pushed up and bore down with enough force to make the Quake squirm in nauseated fury!
“Bridget showed me exactly where you're softest.” Burlingame explained as she tried to cut the blonde in half. “So tonight I'm gonna show the world just how to make a Quake quiver!”
Kat’s eyes bulged when Burlingame sent another muscular pulse through her lower limbs, thighs flexing to force a pained ‘O’ from the champ’s lips. With prying at the cinching legs useless, her plush tummy compressed, the blonde rolled toward her tormentor and stacked Lily on her shoulders.
Castle, already on hands and knees in preparation of asking Braddock if she wants to hand over the title, instead slapped the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Roseate Rocket released her Scissors to shove a shoulder off the canvas. She kicked Braddock away with an extending right leg and kipped to her feet, drawing an appreciative ovation from the FAWNatics.
Grimacing, the titleholder pushed to hands and knees, but got no farther before Burlingame was upon her. The challenger snatched a wrist and shoulder and yanked Braddock up the rest of the way. Spinning her foe in a 180, Lily simultaneously heaved and tripped Kat toward the nearby cables.
The Brat stumbled into the strands, ending on her knees, head and arms leaning heavily over the middle rope. Immediately, the Star Strider raced to the opposite set and rebounded at a speed few could match. The brunette sprinted toward her clueless counterpart, grabbing the top and middle cables as she sent her lithe frame swinging through. The inevitable U-turn SLAMMED Lily’s boots into the Quake’s face and forehead.
Braddock staggers away in a glassy-eyed daze, reaching her feet but drunkenly wobbling as she fights to find her balance and bearings. Having ended on the outside, Burlingame grabs the top rope with both hands and effortlessly bounds to a stance on the uppermost strand. The former Cherry Bomb blasts off with a springboard leap to her dazed target and NAILS the champ with a dropkick to the chest that sends Braddock back-somersaulting to her chest.
CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SjoKtJrQDE
With Kat's noggin Cherry Swirled, the challenger pressed her momentum. Collecting the splayed blonde’s legs at the ankles, Lily lifted the limbs, bending them at the knees, and alternately stepped on her foe’s thighs, locking the lower half of Braddock’s stems around hers. With Kat’s legs captured in grapevines, the Crimson Comet slapped at the champ’s sides until she was able to draw Braddock’s wrists into snatching distance.
Rocking her prey, Lily slowly but surely works Kitty Two-Times toward her ultimate end, Burlingame dropping to her back and elevating the captured Braddock, raising The Brat high above; arms, legs, back all screaming in pain from Lily’s Romero Very Special.
ROMERO VERY SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zGO0NFvwA
Kat howled in agony as she’s presented to the roaring crowd, only Bianca unhappy at the impressive site. Simpson covered her face in anxiety before sweeping her long flaxen locks back.
“Hang on, Kat!” she pleaded.
The overwhelming majority of those in attendance disagreed, starting a “TAP…KAT…TAP!” chant that quickly filled the arena.
With no physical way to do so, a verbal surrender will work just as well for the amped audience, but Braddock shook her head 'no' when Nick offered a way out.
With her limbs tiring, Burlingame was forced to drop the Cali girl to her knees, but continued the torturous surfboard for several seconds more until unlocking a leg, placing it between Kat’s shoulderblades and pushing forward while releasing her foe’s arms.
Braddock’s face and chest rocketed to the canvas, her wide-eyed features THUMPING into the thinly-sheathed floorboards. As Lily rose and shook out her legs, the muttering champ pressed palms to beak to check if Burlingame’s caused a crease in her nose.
As Kat slowly pushed to all fours, a risen Burlingame flipped over her back, grabbing the blonde on the fly-by and rolling her adversary into a tight cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The California Quake broke free, her flailing legs finally leading to freedom as she thrust her pelvis out of the pin-fall.
From the nearby corner, Bianca screamed ‘TWO!’ and Castle agreed, holding the fingers aloft.
He barely had time to pull them back in as Lily latched onto the champion again, spinning and tying Kat into a Small Package for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Braddock found a way out of the predicament, ending on her backside, legs extended, wondering what’s going on from the look on her face.
The Roseate Rocket didn't give her time to ponder the question, grabbing one arm and scissoring the other, then rolling the huffing Brat into a Crucifix pin. The blonde’s abbreviated stems bicycled overhead as she struggled to find a path to escape through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A spent Brat flopped to a hip and shoulder, having evaded her fate a third time in the last dozen seconds and Simpson’s seen enough. Leaning in under the bottom rope, she grasped the plaintive arm of the titleholder and pulled her boss out under the bottom rope.
The flaxen-haired fighters embraced on the floor, Bianca keeping Kat upright with her looping, underhooking arms.
Within a split-second, the Crimson Comet was off like her namesake, rebounding off the far ropes and launching between the top and middle cables, taking flight and PLOWING into the champ and her emotional support flunky, knocking both women to the ground while sticking the landing and hovering over the World Champion wreckage.
SUICIDE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJtfx0nHl2Q
Plucking an overwhelmed Kat from her minion by a wrist and shoulder, Lily led the sagging Braddock toward the squared circle, knowing full well she could only take FAWN’s grandest prize within its confines.
Kat comes to life before they reached the apron, spinning into a reversal grip and whipping Burlingame toward the steel ring steps. Lily maintained enough control of her velocity to leap to the edge of the upper step and launch into a spinning Crossbody of the blonde below.
But even after taking a beating, the flaxen-haired fireplug frame of the champ had enough strength to snatch Burlingame out of mid-air and remain vertical. With a surprised Lily wriggling within her adversary’s grasp, body perpendicular to the Brat’s, Kat rushed to the apron’s edge and SLAMMED the full length of the Star Strider’s spine into the lip of the ring.
Lily yelped in pain as she’s then plopped onto the mat and rolled in by a huffing Braddock. Kat bent and leaned on her legs, drawing in a couple deep breaths before sliding in after Burlingame, a rising Simpson watching, shaking out the discomfort of being run over by the Roseate Rocket.
Lily remains mat-bound, back arched in pain, left hand tending to as best she could to the lower end of her backbone, as Braddock pushes to her feet. Kat proceeded to stomp a spandex-clad mudhole out of the grounded high-flyer, pounding boot sole after boot sole into every open inch, trampling chest, midriff and limbs alike, ending with a final kick to the skull that leaves Burlingame limp and starfished.
“It’s not as pretty as your aerial attacks, but I bet you understand right about now, it’s pretty damn effective,” a heavy-breathing Kat bleated.
“You got this!” Bianca encouraged, finally back at her post.
“Duh.” Braddock responded, not bothering to otherwise acknowledge her underling.
Grabbing a wrist and a handful of Lily’s dark locks (interspersed with some flashes of red), The Brat ‘helped’ Burlingame to her feet. She sent the challenger rocketing across the canvas, Kat following her foe to the middle and waiting for the return.
There’s no control of her trip from Lily this time as she ran headlong into the waiting Cali Quake, Kat scooping up Burlingame under the rim of her glutes, pivoting and putting Lily DAMN NEAR THROUGH the mat with a brutal Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8NEQA4mjUk
Never one to let a loser stick around if she had to, Braddock dropped to her knees and threaded Burlingame's legs over her shoulders before driving those shoulders into the pits of her opponent's knees to stack her up in a tight Matchbook good enough for...
ONE...
TWO...
Lily didn't kick out simultaneous with 'TWO!', but it was still far too close to even suggest a near-fall.
Finally allowing herself a moment to rest now that she'd slowed the human super-ball down to a normal speed, Braddock leaned back on her haunches and raked a hand through her hair. “You think you're fuckin' tuff, do ya?” Kat reached out with her left hand, grabbed the waistband of Lily's briefs and used it to hold her steady for the quick right hand she pumped into the brunette's belly. Lily 'oooofffhhed', tried to cover up, but Braddock just slapped the defending hands aside and delivered a few more punches to her foe's navel.
“I got news for you, little sister. You're not tuff. You may do ok against tiny terrors and hold your own against the Destroyers when Treymane's around, but you could NEVER do what I do.”
“You mean find a way to half-ass holding both the Lightweight AND World Championships?” Burlingame huffed as she started to push up on her knees. “Then lose one and not even try to get it back, then lose the OTHER and somehow whine your way into a rematch you don't NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Kat skewered her with one more punch to the gut, then switched from trunks to tresses to trap the heiress in a Front Facelock. “Bitch, you better watch your mouth around me!” Kat snarled as she pounded a Forearm Smash across the brunette's shoulders! “I've been carrying this company for the last two years, you think I can't carry a little sack of shit like you?”
The Brat didn't wait for Burlingame to try to answer, rather she scrambled to her feet and forced Lily to do the same. From there she dipped her knees and muscled the Crimson Comet directly overhead. With the toes of Lily's boots pointed toward the rafters, Kat flicked a glance toward her scheming second and barked, “Count it for me, Bianca!”
More than happy to do as the champ asked, Simpson adopted her best Announcer's voice and started the tally. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY!” Braddock kicked a leg forward and dropped to her back to finally THWHAM Burlingame to the deck with an impressively delayed Vertical Suplex!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ualt2SSJWI
Lily bounced to a seat on impact, alas she didn't even get a chance to massage any of her aches before Kat glommed onto both shoulders and forced her down flat. Just like that she swung a leg over and sat down hard, Braddock settling into a high Schoolgirl Pin that framed Burlingame's pained mug between her thighs while allowing the blonde to bust out a domineering double bicep flex while Castle swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Lily kicked her legs up, hooked 'em both around the champ's exposed arms and popped her hips to drag Braddock down into a 'where the hell did that come from?' Sunset Flip! Now it was Kitty Two-Times stacked up tight, her legs bicycling wildly even as Burlingame pressed in against those vulnerable haunches through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat escaped with a half second to spare via an inelegant little back roll that still put her upright long before the challenger. Not that either woman got much time to think about it as Braddock exploded forward with a furious roar and shot in low to THWHACK her foe across the jaw with a massive Forearm Smash!
SLIDING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOdF-EjHE1g
The shot knocked Burlingame flat and this time there were no theatrics from the blonde, she simply stretched out across the brunette's chest, hooked the far leg and drew it up tight while Castle slapped the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Maroon Meteor shot an arm into the air to keep her golden dreams alive for another few seconds. Kat treated Nick to a snotty look, though it didn't last as long as usual because the champ was more than happy to dish out some more punishment to the mouthy challenger. Filling her hands with Lily's dark hair, she stood up and forced the heiress to do the same. Halving her control once they were both upright, Braddock drew her right arm back and THWHAPPED a quick European Uppercut offa her foe's chin!
Lily took it flush and ended up slopping against the ropes, unfortunately there was no respite there as Kat stormed over and collected her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Once they were well away from the ropes she flipped Burlingame onto her butt with a textbook Snapmare and cupped her opponent's chin in her right hand. The left she pressed against the left side of Lily's face, all the better to push down while her right pulled on the brunette's chin to secure a simple albeit agonizing Neck Vise!
NECK VISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3tnL0s5rYw
“I'm the standard bearer now, loser.” Braddock sneered as she jostled the hold this way and that to put even more strain on the seated wrestler's neck. “Not for the Lightweights. Not for the Heavyweights. For the whole fucking company. I do things your punk-ass could never do, like—”
“Like tell my no-talent asshole flunky to lay down in the middle of the ring so I can pad my record even more?” Burlingame was scrabbling and clawing at Braddock's wrists, but she hadn't yet found a way to break the Neck Vise. “You're right Kitty, I could never make that look as effortless as you did. Can't say I ever lost to a new hire in her first night on the job either, but you made it look like anyone could do NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
A furious Kat switched from the Vise to a simple hair-hold so she could step off and deliver a vicious Soccer Kick to the brunette's exposed back! Then it was right back to the Neck Vise, Braddock wrenching harder than ever and making the hold all the more humiliating by hooking an index finger into the corner of Lily's mouth.
“I'M THE BEST!” Braddock roared down at the squirming lightweight. “Not you! Not your washed-up sister! And certainly not Kasey fucking Newsome!” She tightened her grip and pulled a little harder, the blonde spitfire apparently willing to pop her finger through Lily's cheek if it meant retaining her title. “Ask her!” she ordered Castle after turning Burlingame's chin a little closer to nine o'clock. “Ask the little bitch if she'd had enough of these Main Event ligOOOOWWWW BITING BITCH!”
Indeed Lily was, the brunette more than willing to gnaw on the index finger Braddock had so arrogantly slid into her mouth. Nick encouraged both his charges to consider a clean break but he might as well have been talking into a well. Lily just kept gnashing while Kat abandoned the Neck Vise so she could pull her left hand back and THWHACK a hard Forearm Smash into the base of Burlingame's skull!
Cursing with relief when she tugged her finger loose, the Brat snatched a double handful of hair and yanked Lily to her feet just to slip an arm between her thighs so she could muscle her up across the champ's chest. Claw dug into Burlingame's backside as she turned to the hard camera, Braddock abruptly went up on tiptoes and muscled her burden that much higher before dropping forward and down, the Cali Quake using every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds to THWHAM Burlingame against the deck courtesy a Falling Power Slam!
She could've gone for a cover then and there, but Kitty Two-Times was in the mood to send a message so she popped to verticality and made a show of stepping ON Lily's tummy as she rushed to the ropes and left her feet for a short hop that ended on the bottom rope. From there she sprang up and launched herself backward, the duplicitous fireplug plummeting through a perfect Trust Fall that brought her THUMPING down atop Lily's upraised knees!
Groaning as the high risk offense crashed and burned, Braddock's predicament grew all the more troubling when the challenger snatched hold of her arms in an impromptu Crucifix and rolled onto her side, Lily deftly stacking the stunned Quake on her shoulders for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
Braddock somersaulted clear of the cover and once again found herself rising half a heartbeat ahead of her brunette foe. And that minuscule lead was all Kat needed to plant on her left foot and lash out with the right, the two-time World Champ unleashing a Skull Kick on her woozy—NO! Burlingame dipped the strike to take Braddock's six and made her pay for the miss by slashing a low kick into blonde's right calf! Kat went down flat on her back, then bounced to a seat and—THWHACK! The Star Strider laid out on her left side to lash out with another low kick, one that smashed her right shin into Braddock's forehead like a baseball bat! Lily swung through the impact to come up with her back to the champ, a position she occupied just long enough to sink down and take to the skies, the youngest Burlingame sister launching herself through a gorgeous back-flip that brought her taut frame THWHAPPING down across Kat's chest! The Standing Moonsault jackknifed the blonde's legs into the air so Lily helped herself to both, the challenger brazenly pointing Braddock's cheeks to the rafters while Castle and the FAWNatics counted....
COUNTER KICKS & STANDING MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7qwP-p7Czo
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat shoved the challenger free and hurried to verticality, though it was clear by the wild look in her eyes that she wasn't entirely certain she'd beat the count. Even so, she hadn't heard the bell which was all the reason Braddock needed to launch a Toe Kick at Burlingame's trun—NO! Lily caught hold of the blonde's ankle and took a giant step backward to stretch the limb out full length. The slightest shift in Kat's weight told the Roseate Rocket an Enzugiri was on the way, so she stuffed Braddock's lower leg against her left hip and wrenched it hard enough to drop the startled blonde flat on her stomach! Just like that Burlingame threaded her left left leg around the captured limb and dropped every bit of her weight atop Kat's back. The impact made Braddock gasp and throw her head back, which in turn allowed Burlingame to snake her left arm around the Californian's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back, Lily repaying the torment of the Neck Vise via a STF that had the World Champ hissing and clawing in bogged-down anguish!
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-nKc3zI7KI
“In case you forgot, they call me the Star Strider, Kitty.” Lily told her squirming adversary. “The Crimson Comet. The Maroon Meteor. The Roseate Rocket. So those Main Event lights you claim burn so bright? They don't bother me at all!” Kat started to reply, only to hiss in disgust when Lily leaned in and planted a taunting smooch on her forehead, the challenger offering up an audible 'MWAH!' even as she poured more power into the STF.
Bianca turned from complaining about a non-existent hair pull when Nick shrugged off the protest, to slapping the canvas with both hands a few feet from her boss, urging Braddock to the ropes.
Between gritting teeth, Burlingame worked over the champ, arms flexing as she tried to wring the title from Kat, but she also offered Simpson advice.
“If you want to become more than a joke, get away from this brat and put some work in.”
“Shut your mouth!” Bianca sniped. “I’m second in command in this organization. What are you?”
Lily pulled back on her submission further, arching a mewling Kat’s spine.
“In about ten seconds…World Champ.”
The dialog seemed motivational to the short, sturdy flaxen-haired fighter. Kat clawed her way toward Simpson, digging nails into the canvas. After an arduous, agonizing, inch-by-inch trek, she wrapped a palm around the bottom cable. Braddock offered a muffled plea for release while Bianca accompanied with a full-throated demand.
The Roseate Rocket stared down Simpson as she wrenched for Castle’s count to ‘FOUR’ before releasing her grip and untangling below. Glistening with perspiration but otherwise seemingly fresh as a daisy, Sue’s baby sister popped to her feet, moves to the center and motioned for the champ to rise.
“Help her out if she needs it,” the challenger chirped to Bianca and the puppet started to assist but was instantly pushed away by a grimacing Braddock.
“Idiot. She’s playing mind games. Keep her out of there.”
“Yes, Miss Katrina.” Bianca duly noted.
The Brat used the ropes to pull up, then turned to face a crouching, poised Burlingame. Braddock raised her hands and wriggled them.
“Second chance to show you’re not the coward,” Kat offered, carefully creeping her way toward the Star Strider.
Lily shook her head but raised her hands in kind, moving toward the blonde and lacing one set of digits then the other. But as quickly as she did, Burlingame raised a boot into Kat’s chest, dropped to her back, tugging Braddock with her, and sent the Cali Quake flipping overhead.
Kitty Two-Times landed on her back and slid out under the ropes from the momentum created. Her feet landed on the arena floor, blue spandex offering an even more cheeky view of her posterior. The blonde picked out the wedgie, turned and slapped the canvas with both hands, frustration evident.
“If you wanna to play flippy-floppy rather than fight, I’m outta here,” Kat complained, waving off the brunette. “This championship deserves better.”
Heading around a corner toward the ramp and aisle, Braddock signaled toward Bianca on the opposite side of the ring.
“We’re done here!”
Lily believed otherwise, catching up with Kat at the base of the ramp and grasping her golden mane from behind. But as she did, Simpson THUMPED a Double Axhandle into the back of Burlingame’s skull, sending Lily lurching from the force of the blow.
“Don’t you ever disrespect the boss!” Simpson shouted.
Kat grabbed the Crimson Comet by a wrist and shoulder and spun her adversary into a heave that ends with the challenger CRASHING head and shoulders into the steel steps.
Braddock turned to her subordinate.
“Better.”
As Castle complained from within, Kat shot right back as she climbed the slightly askew steps.
“She threw me out here, dumb-ass.”
As the champ enters, she grabbed FAWN’s lead ref by the shoulders and turned his field of vision for a conversation.
Meanwhile, Bianca collected a pooled Burlingame by her locks, yanking Lily to her feet, then SLAMMED the aerialist’s forehead into hardest part of the deck.
“I’m learning plenty,” Simpson assured, then stuffed Burlingame back in, rolling her under the ropes.
“Good talk!” Braddock chuckled, shifting an oblivious Castle aside to gather the dazed Lily.
Grabbing a wrist with both hands, the fireplug-framed blonde hauled Lily up with a forceful jerk that not only lifted Burlingame off the canvas but into her chest, the elevated Lily quickly surrounded by Kat’s arms. The Brat squeezed for all she’s worth, perfect pearlies grinding as she poured her power into a tight Bear Hug that had Lily groaning and gasping.
The titleholder gave the squirming brunette a rough rattle from side to side, then cinches tighter still, whispering a breathy “Sucks to be you.” in the challenger’s ear.
A pained grunt from Burlingame proves Braddock right, but the words also prompted the raising of Lily’s arms on either side of Kat’s noggin. She slapped her hands together behind Braddock’s head, THWAPPING the champ with a Bell Ringer.
A pained Brat dropped Lily from her clutches and spun away, holding the sides of her head, cursing the Burlingame family tree. Turning to deliver retribution, Kat’s met with a gutting Toe Kick to the tummy, a bug-eyed Kat doubled at the waist from the boot to the belly.
Lily quickly tossed a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders, created a Pumphandle grip with Braddock’s opposite wing while wrapping her left arm around the back of The Brat’s neck, and vaulted the curvy blonde off the canvas. Showing the Quake she’s got more than flips, Burlingame turned and PLOWED the skull and shoulders of Kitty Two-Times into the canvas-covered floorboards with a nastily modified Juvi Driver.
PUMPHANDLE JUVI DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrv9BuyFqQE
With a cradled pin pre-made between her extended stems, Lily counted the slaps of the mat necessary to claim her first World Championship with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow, Kat’s body sprang loose and she flops lifeless onto her side, apparently using all her remaining energy to free herself. Perhaps sensing this, Bianca climbs to the apron, complaining bitterly about nothing in particular.
Castle rose and demanded Simpson take her place back on the floor.
A risen Lily was less verbal on the subject, racing to the champ’s lackey and NAILING her with a Dropkick to the chest that sends Bianca flying. Simpson turned in a 180-spin from the impact and crashes headlong into the barricade, her head snapping back from her chin taking the brunt of the blow. The blonde puddled in a heap, seemingly removed from the equation for the near future, Castle offering an understated ‘thank you’ to the Crimson Comet.
Slipping outside the ropes without a response, the former Cherry Bomb grabs the top rope with both hands and measures the splayed Braddock. The acrobatic Star Strider leapt to the uppermost cable and DESTROYED the roiling midriff of the blonde with a perfectly-placed Springboard Senton.
As Kat’s jackknifed body melted back to the canvas, Burlingame rolled to her feet after the calamitous contact and hopped to the opposite middle strand, bounding off the rubber-coated steel, back-flipping into a Springboard Moonsault that turned The Brat’s tanned belly to jelly, Kat’s abdomen obliterated.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
Lily gathered the raised legs of the moaning champ from the side and stacked the blonde atop her shoulders for the title-changing…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
With Castle’s hand no more than an inch from Lily’s promised land; perhaps out of reflex and nothing more, the California Quake survives another disaster, pushing a shoulder a few millimeters off the canvas.
A dejected Lily could hardly believe it, staring longingly at Castle, hoping he’ll raise a third finger. Her head falls as she sees two. But the Crimson Comet seems to quickly realize what better time for a titanic, title-transferring blast from the top to send The Brat to the back of the line and have a new Burlingame named the company’s headliner.
Plan set, the Maroon Meteor buried both hands in Kat's hair and hoisted her to boot-leather just long enough to slip one arm through her legs and the other over her shoulders. From there it was a quick scoop to the top of the brunette's shoulder and an even quicker trip back to the canvas, the challenger reminding everyone that there was considerable power packed into her diminutive frame. The Body Slam left Braddock positioned perfectly which meant Burlingame was free to hurry toward the corner after she used Kat's tummy like a welcome mat to avenge an earlier slight.
Dipping onto the apron once she reached the buckles, Lily grabbed the top rope in both hands and boosted herself to the high rent district in a single effortless motion. Standing tall amidst the sea of flashing cameras, she raised her right hand overhead and extended that thumb to let everyone know the detonator was primed for an Earth-shattering Ka-BOO—vociferous jeers from those assembled when a mostly empty soda cup flew out of nowhere to smack against the brunette's left thigh!
Frowning, Lily wiped at the spot and muttered, “What the hell?”
“Stuuuhhhh... stay away from her, idiot!” a glassy-eyed Bianca Simpson warned from a spot slumped against the guardrail. Seeing as she had the challenger's attention, the blonde made a threatening move toward a fan holding a box of popcorn, then added, “I mean it! Boss doesn't deal with trash like you, she burns—”
Lily transformed her detonators into double birds that made Bianca reach for pearls she wasn't wearing. Delighted by the outrage, Burlingame turned her attention back to Braddock and—“NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Kat had made it to one knee just after Simpson tossed the drink and now she rushed across the canvas to THUMP a nauseating Uppercut into the center of her foe's trunks! Burlingame's legs turned to water and she dropped into an awkward seat on the top turnbuckle where she promptly ate no less than half a dozen quick slaps from the the Brat. “Who do you think you are?” the Californian plunged her hands into Lily's hair, then climbed onto the second rope so she could use the malicious grip to force the brunette back to her feet. “You think you're gonna beat me, little sister? I got news for you, beeyotch. You don't have what it takes to beat me. Big sister might've given me a challenge back in her prime, but now? She can't hang and neither can you!”
Lily tried to protest this slander, but the words seemed stuck in her throat until Braddock wrapped a Bear Hug around her waist and then they call came out in a nonsensical groan. Already worried about the precarious situation, the FAWNatics grew all the more concerned when Kat climbed onto the top rope in front of her prey. Hands locked, Braddock dipped her knees and popped her hips, the Quake dropping back into the void to hurl Burlingame up, over and very, very, down, the brunette THWHAMMED onto the back of her head and shoulders almost four-fifths of the way across the ring! Lily bounced to a seat on impact only to slop onto one side even before Kat crawled over and secured an arrogant cover, the pressing greedy palms into the heiress' tummy and cheek while Castle counted off...
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily swatted Kat's hand aside and twisted onto shoulder and hip with no more than a whisper to spare! Now it was Braddock's turn to regard the official with wide, incredulous eyes, the little blonde powerhouse unwilling to believe anyone could survive such a landing.
“You got this, boss!” Bianca croaked from her place outside. “She can't carry your ba—”
“SHUT UP!” Kat roared at the top of her lungs. “I wouldn't even be dealing with this if you could ever do anything right!”
The furious outburst actually drummed up a bit of sympathy for Simpson, but it was quickly forgotten when the champ stood up, grabbed Lily by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the squared circle. Taking care to drop the challenger's legs in a wide 'V', Braddock pointed an accusing finger at Bianca and said, “Watch and learn, goddammit! This is how a champion gets things done!”
On that commanding note she headed for the corner facing Burlingame's feet, then stepped out onto the apron and climbed her way to the top turnbuckle. Arms spread wide to better flip off the crowd, Kat drew a bead on her target and took flight with a gorgeous headlong dive that saw a mid-air transformation from Quake to heat-seeking missile, the blonde's noggin leading the way for the biggest of Big One—Burlingame scooted back no more than four inches but that was enough to bring Kat up short, the oblivious blonde THWHAMMING down flat on her chest and tummy! The impact bounced her to her knees and—Lily snatched hold of the Californian's left wrist and yanked it down and forward while simultaneously whipping her legs up and snapping them shut around the blonde's head in a perfect Figure Four!
Triangle Choke, Lily Burlingame to Kat Braddock in the center of the ring.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRJpJc8mkLs
Holding Kat's wrist in a death-grip, Lily kept tugging and squirming, fighting hard to get it snugged tight against the blonde's windpipe and thus choke her out for good.
As for Kat, the initial shock of the trap stretched her out flat, but she quickly made it back to her knees and was throwing desperate right hands into the challenger's left flank. “BIDGH!” she rasped at the Crimson Comet. “LEMME FUGGIN' GOOOORRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Lily thrust her hips up and leeeeeeeeaaaaaned back to put even more strain on her foe's head and neck! “Tap that mat and I will, baby.” she growled. “Tap out or pass out, either way you better hope Bianca's nice enough to carry your mean ass to the ba—”
Kat grabbed a handful of Lily's waistband and used it as leverage to plow forward and stack the brunette up on her shoulders! Careful to let loose before Nick swooped in to count, Braddock settled for sticking a defiant index finger under Lily's nose through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame twisted her hips in a vicious death roll that sent the ladies tumbling across the mat to finish up much the way they'd started, with Kat stretched out on her tummy and and Lily grinding away on the Triangle.
“Faaahhhhhhhh....faaaaaaaaaaaaaahhk!” Braddock managed to make it to her knees, but she wasn't throwing punches anymore, she was just pushing at Burlingame's chin. Lily drew her head away, turning this way and that to avoid the blonde's questing grasp. “Ask her.” she told Nick. “Girl's going out, gotta see if she knows it.”
“What do you say, Kat?” Castle was close to the action as he dared. “If you've had enough, just say the word.”
Braddock didn't respond with words, but her right hand flattened into a palm that wavered precariously over the can—“Don't listen to them boss!” Bianca shouted from the outside. “You'll always be a champion, and here's the gold to prove it!” Simpson hoisted the World Title high, then earned startled muttering from the crowd and the zebra when she slid it under the bottom rope in full view of everyone!
“Bianca, what the hell are you doing?” Nick got up and hurried over to scoop up the would-be... weapon? Motivational tool? “One more word out of you and I'll have you suspended from ringside, understand?”
Credit the acting prowess of one Bianca Simpson, her eyes didn't so much as twitch in the direction of her employer when she nodded solemnly and said, “My apologies, Mr. Castle. I let my emotions get the better of me sometimes.”
This subtlety was the only reason Nick didn't see it when Kat grabbed hold of Lily's hair with her free hand and gouged a thumb into the challenger's eye!
The Triangle collapsed at once, but rather than immediately extricate herself the clever Kitty pressed her free hand over Lily's mouth to stifle her shriek of pain. “That's right you little bitch.” she hissed at the muffled battler. “You're never gonna take what's minOOOOWWWWW FUCK YOU!”
Burlingame sank her teeth into the blonde's smothering palm, the vicious reprisal forcing Braddock to abandon both gouge and smother for a two-fisted grip on the challenger's hair, one that let her THWHUNK the back of Lily's skull against the canvas like a basketball! The flurry of violence attracted Castle's notice just as he was handing the belt to a ringside tech, but all he saw was blonde and brunette rolling in opposite directions with the former ending up on her haunches and the latter on all fours.
Lungs burning with each fresh breath, Kat Braddock flipped hair out of her eyes and stared daggers at the punk who'd almost turned the Big One into the most galling moment of her career. Digging down to reserves the haters didn't believe she possessed, the Brat got to her feet, lurched forward and immediately backpedaled into the ropes. The laughter this brought from the crowd helped Braddock burn off the mental fog with a fresh bout of rage and she let loose a Valkyrie scream as she exploded off the strands, the Cali Quake barreling at her foe like a runaway tra—Kat pivoted on her right foot and THWHUMPED a wrecking-ball Hip Check into Lily's chin just as the Crimson Comet pushed to her knees!
KAT-5:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQKH4LPhE4A
The concussive collision knocked Burlingame into a woozy sprawl so close to the ropes that Braddock didn't bother trying for a cover. Instead she scraped the brunette up with handful of shoulder-straps and reeled her into a Front Facelock. From there she slung Lily's left arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked her left leg behind the knee. Powering her burden off the deck set Lily's shins against the champ's upper thighs, keeping her snugly under control while the bellicose blonde stomped out into deep water and—Braddock rocked up back on her heels and laid out flat to THWHUNK the crown of Lily's skull against the deck with ring-shivering force!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Lily tumbled into a lifeless sprawl behind a seated and beaming Braddock.
Kat rolled to her demolished challenger and mounts her in a Schoolgirl Pin, palms atop shoulders; the huffing, flaxen-haired fireplug pressing down, the unconscious Burlingame flat beneath.
On the outside, Bianca turned to the crowd with a knowing, ‘I told you so’ smile. Simpson raised an arm and extends her index finger, flexing it as Castle slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Momentarily silenced by the devastating finale from the Brat, the FAWNatics brought their lungs to bear, jeering as Bianca turned back to the perfect ending and slid under the bottom rope, scooping up the championship hardware as she rises to her feet.
“OK Kat. That’s enough,” Nick advised. “You proved your point.”
A bead of sweat trickled off the end of the Quake’s beak and onto Lily’s forehead.
“Like always,” she responded, raising her head, then lifting her arms high and wide in victory.
Castle grabbed the near wrist and helped the champ to her feet as the Ring Announcer proclaimed the obvious.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Braddock ripped her arm away from the official. She motioned Simpson to put the belt over a shoulder and the champ’s pawn gleefully did as she’s told. Bianca then raised Kat’s arm at the wrist, Braddock allowing the simp to show her off properly.
“You might be worth something,” Kat says, placing a boot sole on the comatose Burlingame’s chest for her money shot.
“Oh…thank you, thank you, boss,” the obsequious Simpson responded, showing heartfelt appreciation to share the barest minimum of the champ’s spotlight.
“Hold my beer,” Braddock barked at her minion as Castle headed for the showers. “Time for a little reminder.”
Bianca nodded, carefully removing the title from Braddock’s shoulder and giving her superior room.
Still dead to the world, Burlingame was grabbed by her wrists and set in a file pointed feet-first toward the nearest corner. Traipsing to her foe’s boots, the victor kicked the loser’s legs wide, creating a suspiciously wide ‘V’ shape.
“When you get in the ring with me,” she shouted, “Losing isn’t all you’ll get.”
The Quake reached the corner and climbs wearily to the top, turning to face her target. As the full house threw every ounce of hate in her direction, Kat launched from her silo, forehead leading the way directly into LILY’S CROTCH!
The Big One NAILING Burlingame in the privates was like 10,000 volts through emergency paddles and the brunette was instantly resuscitated. Lily sat bolt upright, dark eyes bulging, hands burying between her thighs, the vanquished in silent anguish.
As Braddock pulled out, she settled on her haunches in front of a teary-eyed, grounded Rocket, Lily mewling in pain from the pulsating agony below.
“Poor baby,” Braddock said, lower lip pushing out. “Do you want to go back to nappy time?”
The titleholder pushed to her feet.
“Never let it be said I don’t have a heart for dumb animals.”
The Brat spun into brutal Skull Kick to Burlingame’s temple that left Lily flattened and dormant once more, out cold.
Kat motioned to her mottled waist and Bianca swiftly placed the gold and leather around, snapping it in place behind. Simpson scurried to the ring’s edge to grab a microphone, then returned it to her commander.
“Bytch didn’t recognize,” Kat bellowed, “but you all better. I’m the best this place has ever seen. EVER. And don’t ever forget it.”
With that, the Mayhem broadcast fades to black, lesson well-taught.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gid-p4nI1s
The low lights of the Maroon Meteor's entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle with a woman who'd terrorized both Light and Heavyweight divisions for nineteen months and counting, she wore a midnight blue and starry white halter with matching briefs that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Glancing back and forth as the cheers grew louder and louder, the former Lightweight and Tag Team champ delivered a stereo swat to her backside, then leapt into the lights and came down with a crisp little 'thwham' in the middle of the squared circle.
Right fist raised high overhead, she popped up a thumb to prep another detonator, then pressed it down so the whole crowd could 'BOOM!' right along with her. Riding the aftershock of cheers all the way to the far corner, she settled into the buckles and turned her attention to the 'tron while Senior Official Nick Castle checked out the Roseate Rocket's boots and pads.
With the pint-sized, frenetic, Walmart version of her superstar sister within the battleground, a Richter scale rumble coursed through the arena. The previous ovation for Burlingame changed to an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng. Perhaps the most dominant grappler FAWN has ever seen, considering her relatively limited age, was on her way and the assembled are less than overjoyed.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
After the flash, in the light show’s place, stood the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat center stage. Her usual shit-eating grin was firmly in place, having claimed yet another title as FAWN’s One to Watch with her recent victory over Heather Crofton. With no hardware associated with that moniker, Kat consoled herself with the FAWN World Championship, the most prized possession raised with both hands by her lackey, the generally otherwise inept Bianca Simpson.
FAWN’s Jobber Extraordinaire turned credibly proficient stooge led the way down the ramp and aisle. Rarely competent as a combatant, Bianca was nevertheless dressed for battle in her simple red one-piece battle attire, in case the head honcho needed her to ground the high-flyer at an opportune moment.
BIANCA SIMPSON
The curvy Quake strode toward the squared circle in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Kat’s gear (
and ( )The once-upon-a-time beach fighter now TWO-time FAWN World Champion strode confidently to ringside, Simpson attempting to shout down her many detractors.
As the duo reached their destination, Kat directed Bianca to hand over her gold and sent the worker bee over to the Announcer’s table as the man provided Braddock’s introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The World Champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoed with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste reaching new heights as Braddock’s second hold on the big belt seems like it might be as long-lasting as the first.
Bianca snatched the amplifier from the man’s hand and brought it to Braddock on the apron’s edge. Simpson stretched the top and middle ropes wide for Kat to enter comfortably between.
Moving to the middle, barely acknowledging the runt of the Burlingame litter, Braddock drew the stick to parted lips.
“Shut your holes, you mouth-breathers!”
The FAWNatics were not in the mood to oblige and forced Braddock to shout over them.
“Now that I’ve proven Heather Crofton the palest of imitations from my own generation, I’m ready to prove how those who are a part of this organization’s history should stay there.”
The champ motioned to Lily without bothering to look in her direction.
“When I said I wanted a challenge, they must have heard chump change.”
Kat turned to her challenger.
“This dumb bytch doesn’t realize her frequent flyer miles were canceled a long time ago. After tonight, she’ll be MADE to understand.”
Braddock handed the microphone to Simpson and moved to her corner, covered from any backdoor shenanigans by Bianca.
As the brownnoser took her spot on the outside with the stick and the cherished hardware in her grasp, the bell brought yet another bratty World Title defense to a start.
Bianca hopped down from the apron shortly after the bell sounded, leaving Kitty Two-Times to strut out to the center of the ring. Lily was barely a step behind, she'd been wanting a shot at the Brat long before Braddock's reign of terror began and the possibility of turning the blonde into a two-time loser meant there'd be no dawdling tonight.
Kat must've seen the Star Strider's intentions stamped across her face, but if she did she certainly wasn't impressed, let alone intimidated. In fact she strode over to the challenger and chested into her hard enough to rock Burlingame back a couple of steps! Lily caught her balance quickly enough and immediately went nose to nose with the World Champ.
“Loved watching your has-been sister crash and burn earlier tonight.” Kat taunted the brunette. “Gonna be even sweeter making you overrated assholes go oh for two on the night.”
The Crimson Comet knew better than to engage with Braddock's mind games, but she wasn't about to let the Brat bad-mouth Sue after the war she'd been through against the Last True Believer. “Sue's gonna be fine, Kitty.” she murmured. “Which is more than I can say for you when this is all ovNGH!”
Kat raised a hand, pressed it to the side of Lily's cheek and earned a raucous 'ooooohhh!' from the FAWNatics (as well as delighted clapping from Bianca) by pie-facing Burlingame as hard as she could. “Who do you think you are, stepping to me with that tuff girl shit?” Braddock barked at the heiress. “I'm a two-time World Champion, you're a wannabe luchador—” CRACK!
Lily smote that fulsome cleavage with an Overhand Slap that had Kat stamping around in a little circle to walk off the worst of the hurt! “Yeah, you may be a two-time champ, cutie.” Burlingame spoke loud enough to ensure it was all caught by the mics. “But Kasey Newsome exposed you as a full-time punk-ass BITCH who can't win anything without help from—”
Kat lunged at Lily with a Haymaker that would've dimmed her lights if she hadn't dipped under it at precisely the right moment. Already facing the champ by the time Braddock turned around, the Roseate Rocket hoisted her right hand overhead which caused Kat to put a protective arm across her ches—CRACK!
Lily warmed the Californian's cheek with a quick Bitch Slap, the former Lightweight Champion happy to remind her blonde that she'd meet disrespect with disrespect.
Lips drawn back in a murderous sneer, Braddock almost threw herself at the challenger before she caught her breath and straightened up. After a moment's silence, she smirked and asked, “Why don't you try to do something productive with those hands, little sister?” With that she raised her left high into the air, the champ clearly looking for a Test of Strength.
Lily just snorted and shook her head. “Why? So you can put a knee in my gut or my trunks the first chance you get? No thanks, Kitty. I may have to wrestle the World Title away from a coward, but that doesn't mean I have to play a coward's gamRRGGHH!”
Braddock surged in and caught Burlingame in a brawny Side Headlock that saw her grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnd the brunette's temple against her right hip! “Say it again!” Kat stamped in place to really pour on the pressure, then snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked hard enough to make Lily squeal in anguish! “Call me a coward again, ya fuckin' loser and see what it gets OW!”
Burlingame stamped on the champ's toes, making sure to twist her heel back and forth in the aftermath. In the same instant she slipped free of the Headlock, grabbed hold of the blonde's right wrist and forced it between Braddock's shoulders in a Hammerlock stern enough to make the champ go up on tiptoe. Quick to punish the Quake's jiggling buns with a few hard Kneelifts, Lily huffed, “I said I'm not here to play any coward's games with you, Bradd—”
Kat threw a Back Elbow over her left shoulder, but Lily interrupted its momentum by yanking up on the captured wrist! The resultant jolt threw the Quake off balance and allowed the Maroon Meteor to swing around in front while maintaining a grip on Braddock's wrist. Wedging her head beneath the blonde's left arm, Lily reached around with her free hand to fully secure the Hammerlock. From there she dipped her knees and peeled off a crisp bridge that took Kat up, over and DOWN, the startled champ landing with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds atop that pinned arm! Braddock cried out on impact but Lily only shot up on tiptoe to keep the bridge in place while Nick Castle swooped in to count...
HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul6Hfe0RZm0
ONE...
CRACK! Kat still had one paw free and she put it to good use with a swift slap directly to that taut tummy! Scrambling upright the instant she was free, Braddock didn't bother to work the twinge out of her shoulder, she just threw herself at the challenger for a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that started Lily marchin' back toward the corner! Burlingame got her hands on Kat's chin and pushed as hard as she could, but the champ was a little blonde bulldozer once she got going and it was only a matter of time before Lily's back and butt were smudged against the buckles.
“Break!” she called to the ref. “Get her offa me—CRAAACK!
Never one to let a debt go unpaid, Braddock withdrew one hand from the clinch, raised it high overhead and brought a vicious Slap whistling down on her foe's decolletage! Lily hissed, went to cover up, then started moaning and groaning when the Quake swatted those hands aside and sank her own well-manicured talons into the brunette's modest bosom!
“Yeah bitch, ya feel that? That's the Beach Kat digging into your mousy little tits! Wanna give it up right now or can I use you as a scratching post for a little while lonOOFFFHHH!”
Burlingame hit her with an Overhand Forearm Smash that knocked the claws loose and THUMPED the blonde's girls something fierce! But damned if Kitty Two-Times didn't tank it, then respond with a Forearm Smash of her own before going right back to the Breast Claws!
“Enough of that, Kat. She's in the corner so let's have a clean break!” Nick said once he'd judged neither lady would relent of their own accord.
Braddock rolled her eyes, then raised her hands to chest level. “Fine.” she huffed. A step back almost convinced Castle she was being sincere so of course that's when Kat darted in to grab a vile titty twister, the sneering blonde just craaaaaaanking the dials on K-B-R-A-T while Burlingame cursed and writhed.
No warning now, Castle went straight to the count, which reached 'FOUR!' before Braddock let loose and peppered her foe's cheeks with several taunting slaps. “Wrestling for the BIG belt tonight, little girl!” Kat teased as she backed off with both hands raised. “You're not ready for that, you might as well quit now!”
Lily had no intention of quitting, not that Braddock gave her a chance to say as such. The curvy blonde had just drawn out of striking range when she curled her right hand into a fist and lunged in with a shot aimed at the heiress' chi—NO! Lily spun away from the blow, leaving Kat to swing around and hit the buckles back-first. Positioned to the champ's right, Lily grabbed the top rope in both hands, then hopped onto the second strand and pushed off to THWHACK a quick kick into the Quake's chin!
Kat's head snapped back and her arms slopped over the top rope to keep her upright, a situation that might've been better if Burlingame hadn't snatched the middle rope in both hands and used it to add quite a bit more 'oomph' to the Shoulderblock she THWHUMPED into Braddock's belly! Two more Shoulderblocks had Kat's glutes resting high and snug on the second turnbuckle and they showed no signs of leaving especially after the Crimson Comet hooked both arms around Kat's left thigh and deftly hooked that leg over the rubber-coated steel.
“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” Bianca shouted as Lily repeated the tactic on Braddock's right leg. “Get her out of there, Castle! She's in the rop—”
Sampson's outrage was drowned by delight from the crowd when Lily settled into a stance more reminiscent of her older sister and began LASHING a series of snappy series of kicks into the blonde's vulnerable inner thighs!
“BITCH!” Kat pulled her arms away from the ropes to better defend against the strikes and got slapped across the mouth for her efforts. “Back the hell up, I'm in the ropeOOOFFFFHH!”
Lily pounded the Brat's cleavage with another Forearm Smash, then raised her hands and backpedaled into the center of the ring. “Get her out of the corner, Lily.” Castle told the challenger. “You've got a whole ring to wrestle in, after all.”
“Oh, I intend to use it.”
Burlingame sprinted back the way she'd came, hopped into the air and THUMPED the soles of her boots into Kat's gulping tummy! The Dropkick knocked Braddock free of the corner and deposited her awkwardly on shoulder and hip. She was still fighting to catch her breath when Burlingame grabbed her by shoulder and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the squared circle. From there she dropped to a seat on Kat's right, Lily helping herself to a handful of hair just to make sure Braddock didn't slip away when the Star Strider threaded her left leg under the blonde's torso. There was a soft SMECK followed by a much louder groan from the World Champ when Lily locked her ankles and treated Kat to a prolonged squeeze courtesy the Side Bodyscissors.
“Fuuuuhhhh... fucking bitch.” Braddock wheezed as she pushed and gouged at the leg strapped over her tummy. “You think you're gonna crush me out? You don't have the EEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lily braced both hands against the mat, pushed up and bore down with enough force to make the Quake squirm in nauseated fury!
“Bridget showed me exactly where you're softest.” Burlingame explained as she tried to cut the blonde in half. “So tonight I'm gonna show the world just how to make a Quake quiver!”
Kat’s eyes bulged when Burlingame sent another muscular pulse through her lower limbs, thighs flexing to force a pained ‘O’ from the champ’s lips. With prying at the cinching legs useless, her plush tummy compressed, the blonde rolled toward her tormentor and stacked Lily on her shoulders.
Castle, already on hands and knees in preparation of asking Braddock if she wants to hand over the title, instead slapped the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Roseate Rocket released her Scissors to shove a shoulder off the canvas. She kicked Braddock away with an extending right leg and kipped to her feet, drawing an appreciative ovation from the FAWNatics.
Grimacing, the titleholder pushed to hands and knees, but got no farther before Burlingame was upon her. The challenger snatched a wrist and shoulder and yanked Braddock up the rest of the way. Spinning her foe in a 180, Lily simultaneously heaved and tripped Kat toward the nearby cables.
The Brat stumbled into the strands, ending on her knees, head and arms leaning heavily over the middle rope. Immediately, the Star Strider raced to the opposite set and rebounded at a speed few could match. The brunette sprinted toward her clueless counterpart, grabbing the top and middle cables as she sent her lithe frame swinging through. The inevitable U-turn SLAMMED Lily’s boots into the Quake’s face and forehead.
Braddock staggers away in a glassy-eyed daze, reaching her feet but drunkenly wobbling as she fights to find her balance and bearings. Having ended on the outside, Burlingame grabs the top rope with both hands and effortlessly bounds to a stance on the uppermost strand. The former Cherry Bomb blasts off with a springboard leap to her dazed target and NAILS the champ with a dropkick to the chest that sends Braddock back-somersaulting to her chest.
CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SjoKtJrQDE
With Kat's noggin Cherry Swirled, the challenger pressed her momentum. Collecting the splayed blonde’s legs at the ankles, Lily lifted the limbs, bending them at the knees, and alternately stepped on her foe’s thighs, locking the lower half of Braddock’s stems around hers. With Kat’s legs captured in grapevines, the Crimson Comet slapped at the champ’s sides until she was able to draw Braddock’s wrists into snatching distance.
Rocking her prey, Lily slowly but surely works Kitty Two-Times toward her ultimate end, Burlingame dropping to her back and elevating the captured Braddock, raising The Brat high above; arms, legs, back all screaming in pain from Lily’s Romero Very Special.
ROMERO VERY SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zGO0NFvwA
Kat howled in agony as she’s presented to the roaring crowd, only Bianca unhappy at the impressive site. Simpson covered her face in anxiety before sweeping her long flaxen locks back.
“Hang on, Kat!” she pleaded.
The overwhelming majority of those in attendance disagreed, starting a “TAP…KAT…TAP!” chant that quickly filled the arena.
With no physical way to do so, a verbal surrender will work just as well for the amped audience, but Braddock shook her head 'no' when Nick offered a way out.
With her limbs tiring, Burlingame was forced to drop the Cali girl to her knees, but continued the torturous surfboard for several seconds more until unlocking a leg, placing it between Kat’s shoulderblades and pushing forward while releasing her foe’s arms.
Braddock’s face and chest rocketed to the canvas, her wide-eyed features THUMPING into the thinly-sheathed floorboards. As Lily rose and shook out her legs, the muttering champ pressed palms to beak to check if Burlingame’s caused a crease in her nose.
As Kat slowly pushed to all fours, a risen Burlingame flipped over her back, grabbing the blonde on the fly-by and rolling her adversary into a tight cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The California Quake broke free, her flailing legs finally leading to freedom as she thrust her pelvis out of the pin-fall.
From the nearby corner, Bianca screamed ‘TWO!’ and Castle agreed, holding the fingers aloft.
He barely had time to pull them back in as Lily latched onto the champion again, spinning and tying Kat into a Small Package for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Braddock found a way out of the predicament, ending on her backside, legs extended, wondering what’s going on from the look on her face.
The Roseate Rocket didn't give her time to ponder the question, grabbing one arm and scissoring the other, then rolling the huffing Brat into a Crucifix pin. The blonde’s abbreviated stems bicycled overhead as she struggled to find a path to escape through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A spent Brat flopped to a hip and shoulder, having evaded her fate a third time in the last dozen seconds and Simpson’s seen enough. Leaning in under the bottom rope, she grasped the plaintive arm of the titleholder and pulled her boss out under the bottom rope.
The flaxen-haired fighters embraced on the floor, Bianca keeping Kat upright with her looping, underhooking arms.
Within a split-second, the Crimson Comet was off like her namesake, rebounding off the far ropes and launching between the top and middle cables, taking flight and PLOWING into the champ and her emotional support flunky, knocking both women to the ground while sticking the landing and hovering over the World Champion wreckage.
SUICIDE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJtfx0nHl2Q
Plucking an overwhelmed Kat from her minion by a wrist and shoulder, Lily led the sagging Braddock toward the squared circle, knowing full well she could only take FAWN’s grandest prize within its confines.
Kat comes to life before they reached the apron, spinning into a reversal grip and whipping Burlingame toward the steel ring steps. Lily maintained enough control of her velocity to leap to the edge of the upper step and launch into a spinning Crossbody of the blonde below.
But even after taking a beating, the flaxen-haired fireplug frame of the champ had enough strength to snatch Burlingame out of mid-air and remain vertical. With a surprised Lily wriggling within her adversary’s grasp, body perpendicular to the Brat’s, Kat rushed to the apron’s edge and SLAMMED the full length of the Star Strider’s spine into the lip of the ring.
Lily yelped in pain as she’s then plopped onto the mat and rolled in by a huffing Braddock. Kat bent and leaned on her legs, drawing in a couple deep breaths before sliding in after Burlingame, a rising Simpson watching, shaking out the discomfort of being run over by the Roseate Rocket.
Lily remains mat-bound, back arched in pain, left hand tending to as best she could to the lower end of her backbone, as Braddock pushes to her feet. Kat proceeded to stomp a spandex-clad mudhole out of the grounded high-flyer, pounding boot sole after boot sole into every open inch, trampling chest, midriff and limbs alike, ending with a final kick to the skull that leaves Burlingame limp and starfished.
“It’s not as pretty as your aerial attacks, but I bet you understand right about now, it’s pretty damn effective,” a heavy-breathing Kat bleated.
“You got this!” Bianca encouraged, finally back at her post.
“Duh.” Braddock responded, not bothering to otherwise acknowledge her underling.
Grabbing a wrist and a handful of Lily’s dark locks (interspersed with some flashes of red), The Brat ‘helped’ Burlingame to her feet. She sent the challenger rocketing across the canvas, Kat following her foe to the middle and waiting for the return.
There’s no control of her trip from Lily this time as she ran headlong into the waiting Cali Quake, Kat scooping up Burlingame under the rim of her glutes, pivoting and putting Lily DAMN NEAR THROUGH the mat with a brutal Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8NEQA4mjUk
Never one to let a loser stick around if she had to, Braddock dropped to her knees and threaded Burlingame's legs over her shoulders before driving those shoulders into the pits of her opponent's knees to stack her up in a tight Matchbook good enough for...
ONE...
TWO...
Lily didn't kick out simultaneous with 'TWO!', but it was still far too close to even suggest a near-fall.
Finally allowing herself a moment to rest now that she'd slowed the human super-ball down to a normal speed, Braddock leaned back on her haunches and raked a hand through her hair. “You think you're fuckin' tuff, do ya?” Kat reached out with her left hand, grabbed the waistband of Lily's briefs and used it to hold her steady for the quick right hand she pumped into the brunette's belly. Lily 'oooofffhhed', tried to cover up, but Braddock just slapped the defending hands aside and delivered a few more punches to her foe's navel.
“I got news for you, little sister. You're not tuff. You may do ok against tiny terrors and hold your own against the Destroyers when Treymane's around, but you could NEVER do what I do.”
“You mean find a way to half-ass holding both the Lightweight AND World Championships?” Burlingame huffed as she started to push up on her knees. “Then lose one and not even try to get it back, then lose the OTHER and somehow whine your way into a rematch you don't NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Kat skewered her with one more punch to the gut, then switched from trunks to tresses to trap the heiress in a Front Facelock. “Bitch, you better watch your mouth around me!” Kat snarled as she pounded a Forearm Smash across the brunette's shoulders! “I've been carrying this company for the last two years, you think I can't carry a little sack of shit like you?”
The Brat didn't wait for Burlingame to try to answer, rather she scrambled to her feet and forced Lily to do the same. From there she dipped her knees and muscled the Crimson Comet directly overhead. With the toes of Lily's boots pointed toward the rafters, Kat flicked a glance toward her scheming second and barked, “Count it for me, Bianca!”
More than happy to do as the champ asked, Simpson adopted her best Announcer's voice and started the tally. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY!” Braddock kicked a leg forward and dropped to her back to finally THWHAM Burlingame to the deck with an impressively delayed Vertical Suplex!
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ualt2SSJWI
Lily bounced to a seat on impact, alas she didn't even get a chance to massage any of her aches before Kat glommed onto both shoulders and forced her down flat. Just like that she swung a leg over and sat down hard, Braddock settling into a high Schoolgirl Pin that framed Burlingame's pained mug between her thighs while allowing the blonde to bust out a domineering double bicep flex while Castle swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Lily kicked her legs up, hooked 'em both around the champ's exposed arms and popped her hips to drag Braddock down into a 'where the hell did that come from?' Sunset Flip! Now it was Kitty Two-Times stacked up tight, her legs bicycling wildly even as Burlingame pressed in against those vulnerable haunches through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat escaped with a half second to spare via an inelegant little back roll that still put her upright long before the challenger. Not that either woman got much time to think about it as Braddock exploded forward with a furious roar and shot in low to THWHACK her foe across the jaw with a massive Forearm Smash!
SLIDING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOdF-EjHE1g
The shot knocked Burlingame flat and this time there were no theatrics from the blonde, she simply stretched out across the brunette's chest, hooked the far leg and drew it up tight while Castle slapped the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Maroon Meteor shot an arm into the air to keep her golden dreams alive for another few seconds. Kat treated Nick to a snotty look, though it didn't last as long as usual because the champ was more than happy to dish out some more punishment to the mouthy challenger. Filling her hands with Lily's dark hair, she stood up and forced the heiress to do the same. Halving her control once they were both upright, Braddock drew her right arm back and THWHAPPED a quick European Uppercut offa her foe's chin!
Lily took it flush and ended up slopping against the ropes, unfortunately there was no respite there as Kat stormed over and collected her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Once they were well away from the ropes she flipped Burlingame onto her butt with a textbook Snapmare and cupped her opponent's chin in her right hand. The left she pressed against the left side of Lily's face, all the better to push down while her right pulled on the brunette's chin to secure a simple albeit agonizing Neck Vise!
NECK VISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3tnL0s5rYw
“I'm the standard bearer now, loser.” Braddock sneered as she jostled the hold this way and that to put even more strain on the seated wrestler's neck. “Not for the Lightweights. Not for the Heavyweights. For the whole fucking company. I do things your punk-ass could never do, like—”
“Like tell my no-talent asshole flunky to lay down in the middle of the ring so I can pad my record even more?” Burlingame was scrabbling and clawing at Braddock's wrists, but she hadn't yet found a way to break the Neck Vise. “You're right Kitty, I could never make that look as effortless as you did. Can't say I ever lost to a new hire in her first night on the job either, but you made it look like anyone could do NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
A furious Kat switched from the Vise to a simple hair-hold so she could step off and deliver a vicious Soccer Kick to the brunette's exposed back! Then it was right back to the Neck Vise, Braddock wrenching harder than ever and making the hold all the more humiliating by hooking an index finger into the corner of Lily's mouth.
“I'M THE BEST!” Braddock roared down at the squirming lightweight. “Not you! Not your washed-up sister! And certainly not Kasey fucking Newsome!” She tightened her grip and pulled a little harder, the blonde spitfire apparently willing to pop her finger through Lily's cheek if it meant retaining her title. “Ask her!” she ordered Castle after turning Burlingame's chin a little closer to nine o'clock. “Ask the little bitch if she'd had enough of these Main Event ligOOOOWWWW BITING BITCH!”
Indeed Lily was, the brunette more than willing to gnaw on the index finger Braddock had so arrogantly slid into her mouth. Nick encouraged both his charges to consider a clean break but he might as well have been talking into a well. Lily just kept gnashing while Kat abandoned the Neck Vise so she could pull her left hand back and THWHACK a hard Forearm Smash into the base of Burlingame's skull!
Cursing with relief when she tugged her finger loose, the Brat snatched a double handful of hair and yanked Lily to her feet just to slip an arm between her thighs so she could muscle her up across the champ's chest. Claw dug into Burlingame's backside as she turned to the hard camera, Braddock abruptly went up on tiptoes and muscled her burden that much higher before dropping forward and down, the Cali Quake using every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds to THWHAM Burlingame against the deck courtesy a Falling Power Slam!
She could've gone for a cover then and there, but Kitty Two-Times was in the mood to send a message so she popped to verticality and made a show of stepping ON Lily's tummy as she rushed to the ropes and left her feet for a short hop that ended on the bottom rope. From there she sprang up and launched herself backward, the duplicitous fireplug plummeting through a perfect Trust Fall that brought her THUMPING down atop Lily's upraised knees!
Groaning as the high risk offense crashed and burned, Braddock's predicament grew all the more troubling when the challenger snatched hold of her arms in an impromptu Crucifix and rolled onto her side, Lily deftly stacking the stunned Quake on her shoulders for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
Braddock somersaulted clear of the cover and once again found herself rising half a heartbeat ahead of her brunette foe. And that minuscule lead was all Kat needed to plant on her left foot and lash out with the right, the two-time World Champ unleashing a Skull Kick on her woozy—NO! Burlingame dipped the strike to take Braddock's six and made her pay for the miss by slashing a low kick into blonde's right calf! Kat went down flat on her back, then bounced to a seat and—THWHACK! The Star Strider laid out on her left side to lash out with another low kick, one that smashed her right shin into Braddock's forehead like a baseball bat! Lily swung through the impact to come up with her back to the champ, a position she occupied just long enough to sink down and take to the skies, the youngest Burlingame sister launching herself through a gorgeous back-flip that brought her taut frame THWHAPPING down across Kat's chest! The Standing Moonsault jackknifed the blonde's legs into the air so Lily helped herself to both, the challenger brazenly pointing Braddock's cheeks to the rafters while Castle and the FAWNatics counted....
COUNTER KICKS & STANDING MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7qwP-p7Czo
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Kat shoved the challenger free and hurried to verticality, though it was clear by the wild look in her eyes that she wasn't entirely certain she'd beat the count. Even so, she hadn't heard the bell which was all the reason Braddock needed to launch a Toe Kick at Burlingame's trun—NO! Lily caught hold of the blonde's ankle and took a giant step backward to stretch the limb out full length. The slightest shift in Kat's weight told the Roseate Rocket an Enzugiri was on the way, so she stuffed Braddock's lower leg against her left hip and wrenched it hard enough to drop the startled blonde flat on her stomach! Just like that Burlingame threaded her left left leg around the captured limb and dropped every bit of her weight atop Kat's back. The impact made Braddock gasp and throw her head back, which in turn allowed Burlingame to snake her left arm around the Californian's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back, Lily repaying the torment of the Neck Vise via a STF that had the World Champ hissing and clawing in bogged-down anguish!
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-nKc3zI7KI
“In case you forgot, they call me the Star Strider, Kitty.” Lily told her squirming adversary. “The Crimson Comet. The Maroon Meteor. The Roseate Rocket. So those Main Event lights you claim burn so bright? They don't bother me at all!” Kat started to reply, only to hiss in disgust when Lily leaned in and planted a taunting smooch on her forehead, the challenger offering up an audible 'MWAH!' even as she poured more power into the STF.
Bianca turned from complaining about a non-existent hair pull when Nick shrugged off the protest, to slapping the canvas with both hands a few feet from her boss, urging Braddock to the ropes.
Between gritting teeth, Burlingame worked over the champ, arms flexing as she tried to wring the title from Kat, but she also offered Simpson advice.
“If you want to become more than a joke, get away from this brat and put some work in.”
“Shut your mouth!” Bianca sniped. “I’m second in command in this organization. What are you?”
Lily pulled back on her submission further, arching a mewling Kat’s spine.
“In about ten seconds…World Champ.”
The dialog seemed motivational to the short, sturdy flaxen-haired fighter. Kat clawed her way toward Simpson, digging nails into the canvas. After an arduous, agonizing, inch-by-inch trek, she wrapped a palm around the bottom cable. Braddock offered a muffled plea for release while Bianca accompanied with a full-throated demand.
The Roseate Rocket stared down Simpson as she wrenched for Castle’s count to ‘FOUR’ before releasing her grip and untangling below. Glistening with perspiration but otherwise seemingly fresh as a daisy, Sue’s baby sister popped to her feet, moves to the center and motioned for the champ to rise.
“Help her out if she needs it,” the challenger chirped to Bianca and the puppet started to assist but was instantly pushed away by a grimacing Braddock.
“Idiot. She’s playing mind games. Keep her out of there.”
“Yes, Miss Katrina.” Bianca duly noted.
The Brat used the ropes to pull up, then turned to face a crouching, poised Burlingame. Braddock raised her hands and wriggled them.
“Second chance to show you’re not the coward,” Kat offered, carefully creeping her way toward the Star Strider.
Lily shook her head but raised her hands in kind, moving toward the blonde and lacing one set of digits then the other. But as quickly as she did, Burlingame raised a boot into Kat’s chest, dropped to her back, tugging Braddock with her, and sent the Cali Quake flipping overhead.
Kitty Two-Times landed on her back and slid out under the ropes from the momentum created. Her feet landed on the arena floor, blue spandex offering an even more cheeky view of her posterior. The blonde picked out the wedgie, turned and slapped the canvas with both hands, frustration evident.
“If you wanna to play flippy-floppy rather than fight, I’m outta here,” Kat complained, waving off the brunette. “This championship deserves better.”
Heading around a corner toward the ramp and aisle, Braddock signaled toward Bianca on the opposite side of the ring.
“We’re done here!”
Lily believed otherwise, catching up with Kat at the base of the ramp and grasping her golden mane from behind. But as she did, Simpson THUMPED a Double Axhandle into the back of Burlingame’s skull, sending Lily lurching from the force of the blow.
“Don’t you ever disrespect the boss!” Simpson shouted.
Kat grabbed the Crimson Comet by a wrist and shoulder and spun her adversary into a heave that ends with the challenger CRASHING head and shoulders into the steel steps.
Braddock turned to her subordinate.
“Better.”
As Castle complained from within, Kat shot right back as she climbed the slightly askew steps.
“She threw me out here, dumb-ass.”
As the champ enters, she grabbed FAWN’s lead ref by the shoulders and turned his field of vision for a conversation.
Meanwhile, Bianca collected a pooled Burlingame by her locks, yanking Lily to her feet, then SLAMMED the aerialist’s forehead into hardest part of the deck.
“I’m learning plenty,” Simpson assured, then stuffed Burlingame back in, rolling her under the ropes.
“Good talk!” Braddock chuckled, shifting an oblivious Castle aside to gather the dazed Lily.
Grabbing a wrist with both hands, the fireplug-framed blonde hauled Lily up with a forceful jerk that not only lifted Burlingame off the canvas but into her chest, the elevated Lily quickly surrounded by Kat’s arms. The Brat squeezed for all she’s worth, perfect pearlies grinding as she poured her power into a tight Bear Hug that had Lily groaning and gasping.
The titleholder gave the squirming brunette a rough rattle from side to side, then cinches tighter still, whispering a breathy “Sucks to be you.” in the challenger’s ear.
A pained grunt from Burlingame proves Braddock right, but the words also prompted the raising of Lily’s arms on either side of Kat’s noggin. She slapped her hands together behind Braddock’s head, THWAPPING the champ with a Bell Ringer.
A pained Brat dropped Lily from her clutches and spun away, holding the sides of her head, cursing the Burlingame family tree. Turning to deliver retribution, Kat’s met with a gutting Toe Kick to the tummy, a bug-eyed Kat doubled at the waist from the boot to the belly.
Lily quickly tossed a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders, created a Pumphandle grip with Braddock’s opposite wing while wrapping her left arm around the back of The Brat’s neck, and vaulted the curvy blonde off the canvas. Showing the Quake she’s got more than flips, Burlingame turned and PLOWED the skull and shoulders of Kitty Two-Times into the canvas-covered floorboards with a nastily modified Juvi Driver.
PUMPHANDLE JUVI DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrv9BuyFqQE
With a cradled pin pre-made between her extended stems, Lily counted the slaps of the mat necessary to claim her first World Championship with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow, Kat’s body sprang loose and she flops lifeless onto her side, apparently using all her remaining energy to free herself. Perhaps sensing this, Bianca climbs to the apron, complaining bitterly about nothing in particular.
Castle rose and demanded Simpson take her place back on the floor.
A risen Lily was less verbal on the subject, racing to the champ’s lackey and NAILING her with a Dropkick to the chest that sends Bianca flying. Simpson turned in a 180-spin from the impact and crashes headlong into the barricade, her head snapping back from her chin taking the brunt of the blow. The blonde puddled in a heap, seemingly removed from the equation for the near future, Castle offering an understated ‘thank you’ to the Crimson Comet.
Slipping outside the ropes without a response, the former Cherry Bomb grabs the top rope with both hands and measures the splayed Braddock. The acrobatic Star Strider leapt to the uppermost cable and DESTROYED the roiling midriff of the blonde with a perfectly-placed Springboard Senton.
As Kat’s jackknifed body melted back to the canvas, Burlingame rolled to her feet after the calamitous contact and hopped to the opposite middle strand, bounding off the rubber-coated steel, back-flipping into a Springboard Moonsault that turned The Brat’s tanned belly to jelly, Kat’s abdomen obliterated.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
Lily gathered the raised legs of the moaning champ from the side and stacked the blonde atop her shoulders for the title-changing…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
With Castle’s hand no more than an inch from Lily’s promised land; perhaps out of reflex and nothing more, the California Quake survives another disaster, pushing a shoulder a few millimeters off the canvas.
A dejected Lily could hardly believe it, staring longingly at Castle, hoping he’ll raise a third finger. Her head falls as she sees two. But the Crimson Comet seems to quickly realize what better time for a titanic, title-transferring blast from the top to send The Brat to the back of the line and have a new Burlingame named the company’s headliner.
Plan set, the Maroon Meteor buried both hands in Kat's hair and hoisted her to boot-leather just long enough to slip one arm through her legs and the other over her shoulders. From there it was a quick scoop to the top of the brunette's shoulder and an even quicker trip back to the canvas, the challenger reminding everyone that there was considerable power packed into her diminutive frame. The Body Slam left Braddock positioned perfectly which meant Burlingame was free to hurry toward the corner after she used Kat's tummy like a welcome mat to avenge an earlier slight.
Dipping onto the apron once she reached the buckles, Lily grabbed the top rope in both hands and boosted herself to the high rent district in a single effortless motion. Standing tall amidst the sea of flashing cameras, she raised her right hand overhead and extended that thumb to let everyone know the detonator was primed for an Earth-shattering Ka-BOO—vociferous jeers from those assembled when a mostly empty soda cup flew out of nowhere to smack against the brunette's left thigh!
Frowning, Lily wiped at the spot and muttered, “What the hell?”
“Stuuuhhhh... stay away from her, idiot!” a glassy-eyed Bianca Simpson warned from a spot slumped against the guardrail. Seeing as she had the challenger's attention, the blonde made a threatening move toward a fan holding a box of popcorn, then added, “I mean it! Boss doesn't deal with trash like you, she burns—”
Lily transformed her detonators into double birds that made Bianca reach for pearls she wasn't wearing. Delighted by the outrage, Burlingame turned her attention back to Braddock and—“NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Kat had made it to one knee just after Simpson tossed the drink and now she rushed across the canvas to THUMP a nauseating Uppercut into the center of her foe's trunks! Burlingame's legs turned to water and she dropped into an awkward seat on the top turnbuckle where she promptly ate no less than half a dozen quick slaps from the the Brat. “Who do you think you are?” the Californian plunged her hands into Lily's hair, then climbed onto the second rope so she could use the malicious grip to force the brunette back to her feet. “You think you're gonna beat me, little sister? I got news for you, beeyotch. You don't have what it takes to beat me. Big sister might've given me a challenge back in her prime, but now? She can't hang and neither can you!”
Lily tried to protest this slander, but the words seemed stuck in her throat until Braddock wrapped a Bear Hug around her waist and then they call came out in a nonsensical groan. Already worried about the precarious situation, the FAWNatics grew all the more concerned when Kat climbed onto the top rope in front of her prey. Hands locked, Braddock dipped her knees and popped her hips, the Quake dropping back into the void to hurl Burlingame up, over and very, very, down, the brunette THWHAMMED onto the back of her head and shoulders almost four-fifths of the way across the ring! Lily bounced to a seat on impact only to slop onto one side even before Kat crawled over and secured an arrogant cover, the pressing greedy palms into the heiress' tummy and cheek while Castle counted off...
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily swatted Kat's hand aside and twisted onto shoulder and hip with no more than a whisper to spare! Now it was Braddock's turn to regard the official with wide, incredulous eyes, the little blonde powerhouse unwilling to believe anyone could survive such a landing.
“You got this, boss!” Bianca croaked from her place outside. “She can't carry your ba—”
“SHUT UP!” Kat roared at the top of her lungs. “I wouldn't even be dealing with this if you could ever do anything right!”
The furious outburst actually drummed up a bit of sympathy for Simpson, but it was quickly forgotten when the champ stood up, grabbed Lily by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the squared circle. Taking care to drop the challenger's legs in a wide 'V', Braddock pointed an accusing finger at Bianca and said, “Watch and learn, goddammit! This is how a champion gets things done!”
On that commanding note she headed for the corner facing Burlingame's feet, then stepped out onto the apron and climbed her way to the top turnbuckle. Arms spread wide to better flip off the crowd, Kat drew a bead on her target and took flight with a gorgeous headlong dive that saw a mid-air transformation from Quake to heat-seeking missile, the blonde's noggin leading the way for the biggest of Big One—Burlingame scooted back no more than four inches but that was enough to bring Kat up short, the oblivious blonde THWHAMMING down flat on her chest and tummy! The impact bounced her to her knees and—Lily snatched hold of the Californian's left wrist and yanked it down and forward while simultaneously whipping her legs up and snapping them shut around the blonde's head in a perfect Figure Four!
Triangle Choke, Lily Burlingame to Kat Braddock in the center of the ring.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRJpJc8mkLs
Holding Kat's wrist in a death-grip, Lily kept tugging and squirming, fighting hard to get it snugged tight against the blonde's windpipe and thus choke her out for good.
As for Kat, the initial shock of the trap stretched her out flat, but she quickly made it back to her knees and was throwing desperate right hands into the challenger's left flank. “BIDGH!” she rasped at the Crimson Comet. “LEMME FUGGIN' GOOOORRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Lily thrust her hips up and leeeeeeeeaaaaaned back to put even more strain on her foe's head and neck! “Tap that mat and I will, baby.” she growled. “Tap out or pass out, either way you better hope Bianca's nice enough to carry your mean ass to the ba—”
Kat grabbed a handful of Lily's waistband and used it as leverage to plow forward and stack the brunette up on her shoulders! Careful to let loose before Nick swooped in to count, Braddock settled for sticking a defiant index finger under Lily's nose through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame twisted her hips in a vicious death roll that sent the ladies tumbling across the mat to finish up much the way they'd started, with Kat stretched out on her tummy and and Lily grinding away on the Triangle.
“Faaahhhhhhhh....faaaaaaaaaaaaaahhk!” Braddock managed to make it to her knees, but she wasn't throwing punches anymore, she was just pushing at Burlingame's chin. Lily drew her head away, turning this way and that to avoid the blonde's questing grasp. “Ask her.” she told Nick. “Girl's going out, gotta see if she knows it.”
“What do you say, Kat?” Castle was close to the action as he dared. “If you've had enough, just say the word.”
Braddock didn't respond with words, but her right hand flattened into a palm that wavered precariously over the can—“Don't listen to them boss!” Bianca shouted from the outside. “You'll always be a champion, and here's the gold to prove it!” Simpson hoisted the World Title high, then earned startled muttering from the crowd and the zebra when she slid it under the bottom rope in full view of everyone!
“Bianca, what the hell are you doing?” Nick got up and hurried over to scoop up the would-be... weapon? Motivational tool? “One more word out of you and I'll have you suspended from ringside, understand?”
Credit the acting prowess of one Bianca Simpson, her eyes didn't so much as twitch in the direction of her employer when she nodded solemnly and said, “My apologies, Mr. Castle. I let my emotions get the better of me sometimes.”
This subtlety was the only reason Nick didn't see it when Kat grabbed hold of Lily's hair with her free hand and gouged a thumb into the challenger's eye!
The Triangle collapsed at once, but rather than immediately extricate herself the clever Kitty pressed her free hand over Lily's mouth to stifle her shriek of pain. “That's right you little bitch.” she hissed at the muffled battler. “You're never gonna take what's minOOOOWWWWW FUCK YOU!”
Burlingame sank her teeth into the blonde's smothering palm, the vicious reprisal forcing Braddock to abandon both gouge and smother for a two-fisted grip on the challenger's hair, one that let her THWHUNK the back of Lily's skull against the canvas like a basketball! The flurry of violence attracted Castle's notice just as he was handing the belt to a ringside tech, but all he saw was blonde and brunette rolling in opposite directions with the former ending up on her haunches and the latter on all fours.
Lungs burning with each fresh breath, Kat Braddock flipped hair out of her eyes and stared daggers at the punk who'd almost turned the Big One into the most galling moment of her career. Digging down to reserves the haters didn't believe she possessed, the Brat got to her feet, lurched forward and immediately backpedaled into the ropes. The laughter this brought from the crowd helped Braddock burn off the mental fog with a fresh bout of rage and she let loose a Valkyrie scream as she exploded off the strands, the Cali Quake barreling at her foe like a runaway tra—Kat pivoted on her right foot and THWHUMPED a wrecking-ball Hip Check into Lily's chin just as the Crimson Comet pushed to her knees!
KAT-5:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQKH4LPhE4A
The concussive collision knocked Burlingame into a woozy sprawl so close to the ropes that Braddock didn't bother trying for a cover. Instead she scraped the brunette up with handful of shoulder-straps and reeled her into a Front Facelock. From there she slung Lily's left arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked her left leg behind the knee. Powering her burden off the deck set Lily's shins against the champ's upper thighs, keeping her snugly under control while the bellicose blonde stomped out into deep water and—Braddock rocked up back on her heels and laid out flat to THWHUNK the crown of Lily's skull against the deck with ring-shivering force!
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
Lily tumbled into a lifeless sprawl behind a seated and beaming Braddock.
Kat rolled to her demolished challenger and mounts her in a Schoolgirl Pin, palms atop shoulders; the huffing, flaxen-haired fireplug pressing down, the unconscious Burlingame flat beneath.
On the outside, Bianca turned to the crowd with a knowing, ‘I told you so’ smile. Simpson raised an arm and extends her index finger, flexing it as Castle slapped the canvas for the…
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THREE!
Momentarily silenced by the devastating finale from the Brat, the FAWNatics brought their lungs to bear, jeering as Bianca turned back to the perfect ending and slid under the bottom rope, scooping up the championship hardware as she rises to her feet.
“OK Kat. That’s enough,” Nick advised. “You proved your point.”
A bead of sweat trickled off the end of the Quake’s beak and onto Lily’s forehead.
“Like always,” she responded, raising her head, then lifting her arms high and wide in victory.
Castle grabbed the near wrist and helped the champ to her feet as the Ring Announcer proclaimed the obvious.
“Your winner and STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…KAT BRADDOCK!”
Braddock ripped her arm away from the official. She motioned Simpson to put the belt over a shoulder and the champ’s pawn gleefully did as she’s told. Bianca then raised Kat’s arm at the wrist, Braddock allowing the simp to show her off properly.
“You might be worth something,” Kat says, placing a boot sole on the comatose Burlingame’s chest for her money shot.
“Oh…thank you, thank you, boss,” the obsequious Simpson responded, showing heartfelt appreciation to share the barest minimum of the champ’s spotlight.
“Hold my beer,” Braddock barked at her minion as Castle headed for the showers. “Time for a little reminder.”
Bianca nodded, carefully removing the title from Braddock’s shoulder and giving her superior room.
Still dead to the world, Burlingame was grabbed by her wrists and set in a file pointed feet-first toward the nearest corner. Traipsing to her foe’s boots, the victor kicked the loser’s legs wide, creating a suspiciously wide ‘V’ shape.
“When you get in the ring with me,” she shouted, “Losing isn’t all you’ll get.”
The Quake reached the corner and climbs wearily to the top, turning to face her target. As the full house threw every ounce of hate in her direction, Kat launched from her silo, forehead leading the way directly into LILY’S CROTCH!
The Big One NAILING Burlingame in the privates was like 10,000 volts through emergency paddles and the brunette was instantly resuscitated. Lily sat bolt upright, dark eyes bulging, hands burying between her thighs, the vanquished in silent anguish.
As Braddock pulled out, she settled on her haunches in front of a teary-eyed, grounded Rocket, Lily mewling in pain from the pulsating agony below.
“Poor baby,” Braddock said, lower lip pushing out. “Do you want to go back to nappy time?”
The titleholder pushed to her feet.
“Never let it be said I don’t have a heart for dumb animals.”
The Brat spun into brutal Skull Kick to Burlingame’s temple that left Lily flattened and dormant once more, out cold.
Kat motioned to her mottled waist and Bianca swiftly placed the gold and leather around, snapping it in place behind. Simpson scurried to the ring’s edge to grab a microphone, then returned it to her commander.
“Bytch didn’t recognize,” Kat bellowed, “but you all better. I’m the best this place has ever seen. EVER. And don’t ever forget it.”
With that, the Mayhem broadcast fades to black, lesson well-taught.