Kylie Sanders vs. Bianca Simpson (Kat Braddock in corner)

Having settled an old score with Domi Daly at R, W & B, taking a rubber match from a career rival, Kylie Sanders had the taste to settle another debt stuck in her craw. And now that the Brat lost her gig defending the biggest belt in the organization, the woman who never let her have a shot at the California Quake during her reign was more amenable.



While the Commish came around to the payoff of her longest-tenured if not most successful star facing the biggest modern-day headliner, the woman who needed to sign the other dotted line had an additional requirement.



Apparently, even after twenty plus years, Kylie Sanders must continue to prove her worth. She stood behind the curtain, grumbly but ready to jump through a final hoop to reach her 'Mania goal and embarrass Kat Braddock on the biggest stage.



Luckily for the Pleasant Valley Princess, the task didn't seem the most arduous, which surely meant Kat had something nefarious in mind.

From beyond, the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ swept through the arena and the Corps roared to its collective feet, a wave of love and nostalgia rushing over them.



THERE SHE GOES:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE



The foremost FAWN original remaining pushed through and moved to center stage, Kylie absorbing the crowd’s adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed favorite eliciting rekindled adoration in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty.



KYLIE SANDERS:





Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads finishing the ensemble. As she headed down the ramp, Ky cupped a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelmed her accompaniment.



A beaming Sanders walked the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming “Kats can run but they can’t hide from the Pixie’s magic!”.



Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky took a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders saluted her supporters with a wave before slipping through the cables.



Moving to the middle, Ky mouthed, “Thank you” to the myriad members of her Corps.



As her music and the ovation fade, the Announcer took their cue.



“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First. Hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa; standing five feet four inches and weighing in at one-hundred and fifteen pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”



The FAWNatics gave one final roar, ready to support their beloved Girl Scout as Ky moved to her corner, passed Castle’s pat-down, and kept herself limber with some rope-aided stretches.





With Sanders situated for Slaybor Day, a beltless Braddock and her lackey remained in a heated one-way discussion behind the curtain.



“Look. You already screwed up my matches against the Burlingames.” Kat accuses. “Your incompetence made it two of them against one of me. It gave them a chance to luck into a win. YOU gave them that chance.”



“But Lily…”



Braddock shut down the response with a raised hand.

“That old woman out there isn’t worthy of a Mania match with me. If you can beat her, I can convince Bethany to plug me into a Triple Threat for the title instead. My title. I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself, to prove you’re suitable to breathe oxygen near me. You say you’ve been putting in training time with whomever? Get off the damn schneid and show me you’re not a worn out doormat I should throw in the dumpster.”



From beyond, the impatient crowd was booing and chanting, demanding someone come out and face their heroine.



Kat motioned to an attendant and a Richter scale rumble coursed through the arena. The energized crowd shot back to its feet, ready to bury the person it signified in an earthquake-sized round of boos. They reached a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’.



BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ



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.



After the flash, in the light show’s place, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat who ruled the organization the better part a year and a half stood center stage. Next to Kat was her flaxen-haired worker bee.



But tonight, Bianca Simpson, FAWN’s long-time Jobber Extraordinaire, would not just be buzzing around the periphery. For the first time in years, not counting her ‘lay down’ loss to her boss, she had a spot on a pay-per-view card.



Bianca Baywatch, as some of the less charitable called her, was dressed for battle in the simple red one-piece attire that prompts the name, white boots and pads completing the flop’s wardrobe.



BIANCA SIMPSON





The curvy Quake, though only attending for immoral support, strode toward the battleground 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 strutted confidently down the ramp and aisle. Hovering behind was Simpson, Kat leaving her flunky to chatter at the mob on her behalf.



As the duo reached ringside, Kat directed Bianca to the Announcer’s table where the golden-maned drone grabbed the man’s stick.

Simpson returned and led her boss up the steps, then sat on the middle cable, pushing up the top, leaving plenty of room for Kat to enter between.



Braddock moves to the middle of the ring after offering a disdainful huff in Kylie’s general direction. Bianca follows her in, microphone still in hand.



As the champ’s music receded, Simpson lifted the amplifier to her lips and was immediately drowned out by the jealous throng.



“SHUT UP!” Bianca demanded. “Show the best ever your proper respect!”



The flunky’s requirement wasn't met by the masses, the crowd booing even louder. Simpson handed over the microphone to her superior.



“And her opponent,” the hated former champion pronounced, “From Ithaca, New York. Standing five feet six inches tall and weighing one-hundred and twenty pounds. The woman at fault for me losing my title. But the woman who’s going to prove Sanders is the remedy for any losing streak…Bianca Simpson.”



The woman with ZERO FAWN victories offered a not unimpressive double bicep pose.



Patently unimpressed, the crowd continued to aim its enmity at the big fish rather than the guppy.



“This will be a fantastic battle between equals,” Braddock shouted. “May the worst woman fail spectacularly!”



Simpson failed to hide her embarrassment but dutifully followed Kat to her corner. Braddock tossed the stick away, slipped through the strands, and dropped to the floor.



“Do NOT blow this!” she bellowed.



Castle patted down the Baywatch gear as professionally as he’s able and called for the bell.

The CLANG of the bell followed immediately thereafter and Kylie quickly vacated her corner lest The Brat sneak her way from Simpson's side of town to somewhere closer to home. Turned out to be a needless worry, Braddock only swatted the apron with both hands before shooing her hapless assistant toward the former World Champion.



Credit to Bianca, she went straight at the veteran with no hesitation, though Sanders didn't miss the concern playing across her face. Settling into a grappler's crouch that looked a hell of a lot less tense than Bianca's nervous approach, Ky shot in low searching for an ankle to snatch only to twist around on one foot when Simpson skipped out of the way.

“Don't run from her!” Kat scoffed from the outside. “That's Kylie freakin' Sanders. Just punch her in the mouth until she cries!”

Bianca's eyes suggested she knew it wasn't gonna be that easy, but she wasn't about to argue with her boss either so she balled her right hand into a fist and fired off a Haymaker aimed at the Iowan's che—NO!

Sanders saw it coming, dipped low and swung 'round behind to catch the younger blonde in a Waistlock. Knotted hands digging into Bianca's belly, the PVP muscled Simpson off her feet, pivoted a quarter turn and dropped to her knees to slam her opponent to all fours courtesy a heavy takedown! Not in the least bit interested in wasting her energy while Braddock was this close and looking for trouble, Sanders maintained the Waistlock as she rolled over onto her back and bridged up high, the FAWN Original balancing on tiptoes and the crown of her skull to stack Simpson up like she'd just taken a German Suplex. Half a heartbeat later and Castle was beside the action counting...

ONE...

Bianca twisted her hips to roll back to a seat, but Sanders didn't break the Waistlock which meant she remained glued to the other wrestler's six. Grabbing hold of Sanders' wrists in each hand, Bianca planted her heels and slooooooooowly pushed her way to verticality with Kylie doggedly maintained her miniature Bear Hug.

“What's with this amateur style IOC horseshit?” Braddock snapped from somewhere nearby. “Don't bother playing that idiot's game, dummy! Just stomp on her toes if you want to—oh for fuck's sake.”

Bianca, who'd been stomping her way closer to the ropes despite Kylie's stern grip, suddenly found herself whipped around in a half circle, all of her progress wiped out by the simple adjustment of her well-traveled adversary. “You really gonna let her talk to you like that, Bianca?” the Platinum Pixie asked. “You do know she's like five foot nothing, right? Can't even go on all the good rides at—RRRGGGHHH!”

Sanders had set her chin on the New Yorker's left shoulder to better deliver her message and she paid for it when Bianca snapped her head to the side to catch Kylie between the eyes! The quick shot threw Kylie off balance and lined her up for a more traditional Headbutt that Simpson delivered by simply flicking her noggin back into the bridge of Sanders' nose! Twisting free of the Waistlock just to peel off a go-behind on the older blonde, Bianca threaded her arms under Sanders' biceps and laced her hands across the nape of Kylie's neck so she could craaaaaaaaaaannnnnnk her neck with a painful Full Nelson!

“Pathetic.” Kat scoffed as Kylie was forced to inspect her modest decolletage. “You really thought you could get a match against me, at 'Mania no less? You can't even deal with this chronic los—”

Sanders pushed her arms up as straight as they could go before dropping to her butt, the abrupt change in elevation allowing her to slip free of Simpson's clutches like it was nothing! Dropping to her back as soon as she touched the canvas, Kylie kicked up both legs and wrapped them around Bianca's waist when the red-clad battler hunched down to collect her prey! Ankles locked, Sanders popped her hips to sweep Simpson off her feet and into a Victory Ro—NO!

Simpson's dark eyes went wide when Kylie's Scissors found their mark, but she didn't panic, not even close. Instead she looped her arms around the smaller blonde's encroaching stems and immediately dropped to her knees, Simpson dropping a Butt Bomb on Kylie's chest while simultaneously securing a pinning predicament good for...

ONE...

TWO...

Sanders kicked out just after 'TWO!', her explosive escape a welcome relief for the Corps in attendance! “Loooooooossssseeeerrr!” Braddock cackled as both wrestlers reset for another engagement. “Almost flash pinned by Bianca Simps—”

The Brat shut up when Kylie rounded on her and took a threatening step closer. “You got something to say, Ka—” Sanders frowned, eyes narrowing as she tilted her head to look off into the middle distance behind her heckler. “Penny?”

Kat whirled around in search of the Angriest Acolyte, who was most certainly in the building, but nowhere within the former World Champ's field of vision. But in the time it took Braddock to register the deception, Kylie rushed the ropes and went low to THWHAP a short Dropkick between The Brat's shoulders! Caught completely unawares by the blow, Kat pitched forward and while she didn't actually collide with the steel guardrail, she landed flat on her chest and belly with the crown of her head only inches from the base of that unforgiving barricade.

“There!” Kylie brushed some invisible dirt off her hands as she pushed to one knee after the Dropkick. “Now you and I can tend to business without any nagging distractNNNNGGGGHHH!”

The Platinum Pixie turned around to find Bianca and was promptly greeted with a straight right hand that SMASHED against her chin! Ky's head snapped back and the rest of her followed along behind, the stunned veteran backpedaling into the strands where she collapsed with her arms over the top and her butt slumped on the middle. After a moment she was able to put one hand to her aching jaw, though this was done without any real thought. All of the FAWN Original's attention was on the blonde staring her down with a cold, angry expression utterly unlike anything Sanders had ever seen on her face.

“She's not your problem tonight.” Bianca explained after another moment of silence. “I am. And if you don't figure that out right now, I'll happily take your spot at 'Mania.”

Kylie rubbed at her chin, then dabbed a thumb across her bottom lip to confirm the New Yorker hadn't drawn blood. Satisfied she had not, the Pleasant Valley Princess stood up and nodded to her adversary. “All right, Bianca. Consider my attention undivided. You ready to do thi—”

“You stupid old bitch, who do you think you are?” An enraged Kat Braddock reached under the bottom rope, snatched Sanders by the ankles and tried to yank her out onto the floor! The effort certainly threw the veteran off balance, but she grabbed onto the top rope for extra support and after a little tugging she was able to free her right foot for a short kick that sent the former World Champ skipping out of reach.

“Do that again and I'll send you to the back, Katrina.” Castle warned the fuming blonde.

“Did you see what that bitch did?” Braddock pointed an accusing finger at the Iowan. “She's brazenly gaslighting me about that skinny psychopath lurking around every corner! Why don't you give her a warning about that?” Before the referee could reply, Kat turned her ire to Bianca. “And you! Why was your dumb ass just standing there when her back was turned? Punch her in the head, kick her in the junk, do SOMETHING.”

“I punched her right in the mouth while you were picking yourself off the floor.” Bianca answered softly. “And we were about to start in again before you almost got me disqualified.”

Kat had been ready to tear Kylie Sanders limb from limb only moments prior, now she openly gaped at the disrespect coming from her spineless assistant's mouth. “What did you say to me, Bianca?”

“Just sit back and relax, Boss.” Simpson said with a bright smile. “You want a way back to the World Title? I'll get you there before this match is over.”

Kylie, who'd cleared away from the Beach Brat after she'd been distracted by Simpson, honed in on the red-clad blonde and asked, “Is that so?”

“Step up and find out.” the cool, quiet anger was back again. “You think you're gonna just walk through me? Step up and prove it, big mouth.”

Whereas Kat had raged at such brazen sass, Kylie actually grinned and rolled her shoulders. “All right, kiddo. You want it? You got it.”

The PVP raised her hands to shoulder level and went straight for Simpson, who met her in an equally energetic Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The initial clinch sent the blondes up on tiptoe in a tummy-to-tummy press that ultimately saw Bianca seize the initiative thanks to her two inches of height advantage and a hand placed snug against her opponent's chin. Pleased to hear the surprised 'ooooooooohhhhh's!' from those assembled as she marched Sanders toward a corner on the far side of the ring, she picked up the pace and would've put the smaller blonde's butt in the buckles if Ky hadn't braced a foot against the middle turnbuckle at the last instant. From there she climbed onto the second strand and pushed down, the change in elevation giving her a decided leverage advantage. Didn't entice Simpson to break it up though, if anything she was fighting even harder when Nick strolled over and said, “All right ladies, let's break it up and get back to the middle of the—”

The Senior Official had to throw himself outta the way fast when Sanders pushed off her mount and twisted around Bianca, the Hawkeye laying out on her side to tear Simpson from her moorings with a modified Arm Drag that sent her tumbling across the canvas!

To her credit, Simpson athletically rolled to her feet at the other end of the toss. She spun and charged Ky, the Pixie also racing forward. Both blondes reached for each other’s tresses as they met and, though Bianca had less to grab hold, each managed, then RIPPED the other to the ground. The women smashed onto the canvas chest-first in a spinning motion, each viciously hair slamming the other against the mat.

Kylie and Bianca absently rolled to their backs from the force of the blows, each staring blankly at the rafters above. With the Corps cheering for Sanders to rise first and Braddock screaming at her flunky, Castle decides he’d given enough leeway and started his ten-count.



He only reached ‘THREE’ before the women started their trek toward vertical, Kat THUMPING both palms on the deck, demanding Simpson rise first.



Whether responding to her boss or not, the Winless Wonder reached a wobbly stance simultaneous to her legendary counterpart. She surged toward the Platinum Pixie with fingers laced above her head in a Double Axhandle. Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, the former Vanilla Chill pivoted and THRUST a raised knee into Bianca’s tummy, doubling over the Jobber Extraordinaire.



Dark eyes bulging as she creased at the waist, Bianca’s chin presented an inviting target, and Ky CLUNKED it with a forward thrusting knee under her fellow blonde’s chin. Simpson’s arms pinwheeled as she managed to stay upright while The Brat ‘Kat’erwauled on the apron’s edge.



Kylie, sympathetic to her bullied opponent, turned to the complaining Kat.



“Shut your mouth, Braddock. If you’d get off her back, she might be able to perform and gain some confidence…” Sanders lowered her voice and added, “and get the hell away from you.”



“What did you say, granny?” Kat shouted.



“I’ll tell you at Mania.” Ky replied.



The Pixie turned to collect Simpson, found Bianca poised, and the Winless Wonder’s right foot shot like a lightning bolt from the canvas to Kylie’s left jawline.



Sanders’ skull snapped back with ferocious force and the Pixie went board stiff before timbering to the deck, ending in a motionless starfish at Bianca’s feet.



Seemingly unsure of what to do, the former champion’s lackey stared at her boss for a split-second before diving across the prone form of a lifeless FAWN legend. She deposited herself across Sanders’ body, hooked Ky’s far leg, and rolled to a back press pin, stacking the Pleasant Valley Princess on her shoulders in a cradle.



The wide, eager eyes of Simpson stared at Nick as he slapped the canvas for the nearly inconceivable…



ONE…

TWO…



Sanders’ body lurched free, the Pixie pushing out from under, a crushed Simpson seated next to her adversary, Bianca perhaps considering how close she’d come to her first FAWN win.



“Get your ass up, loser,” Braddock shrieked from the sidelines. “I’ve invested personal time in you, and I expect the appropriate payoff.”



“Yes, boss.” Simpson said, nodding earnestly.



The once-upon-a-time protégé of the infamous Chrissy Daniel had only handed Simpson off to some trainers employed to work with FAWN prospects, but the Cali Quake considered that a supreme effort to bolster the career of her go-fer.



Nevertheless, Bianca had the advantage on a legend. She wrapped both hands around the head of her Slaybor Day foe, hauled Sanders to her feet, then spun into a Three Quarters over-the-shoulder grip and Snapmared Ky to her tailbone, the Pixie wincing from the harsh landing.



The Baywatch Buffoon zoomed past Kylie’s left shoulder, hit the strands in front of Sanders and leapt into a low Dropkick to Ky’s chest, flattening the Pixie to the canvas.



Impressed with herself for the solid effort, Simpson kipped to her feet and bowed to the crowd, expecting a suitable roar. Instead? Crickets. That was until Kat wheeled around and demanded the crowd salute her puppet. They do with a round of boos that made Kat chuckle but left Bianca’s face sour.



“I’ll show you.” she said to the angering audience and helped a rising Sanders fully back to her feet.



Grabbing a wrist, Simpson pivoted and Irish Whipped Ky on her way to the far ropes. The genius at jobbing followed to the middle and settled for her adversary’s return. As Kylie closed, Bianca dipped her head, perhaps a little early, as a tipped-off Sanders leapfrogged over and raced to the next set of ropes.



Throwing her rather slight frame into the rubber-coated steel at full speed, Sanders rebounded out of the cables.



A look of confusion at where Ky’s gone cost Simpson a split-second on her spin and, when she turned to find the Pixie, Bianca’s nearly Speared out of her shoes by the lowered shoulder of the hurtling Hawkeye.



The less-than-lovable loser folded around the charging Ky before being planted into the canvas by Sanders. Kylie, on her haunches next to the demolished Simpson after the explosive tackle, shook her head at Bianca.



She placed her palms down atop Simpson’s chest and gulping midriff.



The Press pin might be considered arrogant by some. For the loyal Corps, it’s exquisite, particularly considering how rattled Kat appeared from seeing her patsy turned inside out for the…



ONE…

TWO…



Bianca threw a shoulder off the canvas and rolled to her side.



“Y’know,” Ky grumbles. “If you haven’t learned by now, who am I to stop your pathetic attempt at a career?”



The perturbed Pixie hauled a yipping Simpson up by her ears and tugged the blonde into a tight Side Headlock. She twisted Bianca’s braincase in her grip, grinding her foe’s head against her hip.



“Time for a little ride,” Sanders informed.



Drawing the Baywatch Buffoon with her, Kylie hustled across the canvas and, upon reaching the far ropes, the silvery-bobbed beauty leapt toward the strands. Her boot soles land across the top and she pushed off to send Simpson through a similar violent U-turn. Sitting out after her spin, Ky PLANTED Bianca’s head atop the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a nasty, upscaled bulldog.



SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MXam3PmiM



Bianca’s left face-down and absently twitching from the impact while a beaming Sanders sat topside, cheerily waving at a fuming Kat.



“You sent THIS in to keep me away from you?” Ky asks, shaking her head. “I think maybe, deep down, you really do want me. And you REALLY shouldn’t.”



The Beach Kat flipped Sanders double birds. The FAWN original could only giggle, turning her attention back to the face-down and splayed Jobber Extraordinaire.



Sanders mounted the dazed Bianca in a backward-facing straddle of her foe’s waist. As the buzz in the crowd grew, the Hawkeye grinned knowingly and shot a clenched right hand heavenward. The raised claw thrust high, she drew the familiar refrain from her Corps.



'FARM…HAND!'



With the magic words spoken, Kylie drove the five tines DEEP into the thigh muscle of Simpson’s left leg, just below the curve of Bianca’s taut glute. Braddock’s flunky yelped to life, then bit her lower lip as she tried to wriggle loose.



As Kylie dug her infamous hammy clamp in further and further, ‘chewing’ away on the nerve bundle that had Simpson’s leg involuntarily twitching, Bianca reached plaintively toward her commander.



Braddock’s look of anger turned to what passed for encouragement, Kat perhaps understanding how close her 'Mania date with a motivated Pixie might be.



“Get here!” The Brat demanded.



Bianca removed her nails from her own flaxen mane to dig them into the canvas and pull herself toward the beckoning boss lady. Simpson nudged herself to the destination inch by inch while Ky did her best to help the Winless Wonder consider surrender.



With the FAWNatics chanting ‘TAP…TAP…TAP!' and Ky gnawing into her hamstring, the lower limb spasming in Ky’s ‘care’, Simpson reaches a hand to Kat and., clasping, Braddock dragged her the rest of the way, Bianca exchanging her grip for a wrapped palm around the bottom cable for the satisfaction of the ref.



Nick threatens the Cali Quake with expulsion but, in the end, gave Simpson credit for saving herself and demanded a break from the Platinum Pixie.



Sanders nodded complete understanding of Castle's warning, but Braddock wasn't the only one who could bend the rules to her advantage, as The Brat discovered when Ky redoubled her efforts on the Farm Hand, the veteran blonde maintaining brazen eye contact with the former World Champion as her thumbs dug deep into the crease separating Bianca's thighs from her buttocks! Eventually the ref reached 'FOUR!' and Sanders relinquished without comment or complaint, though she did make sure to 'smack' both hands down on Simpson's quivering glutes before she stood up and backpedaled to the middle of the squared circle.



Jaw clenched tight against the numbing hurt radiating out from her upper thighs, the Ithaca native swiped her eyes with one hand, then pushed to one knee and nodded at her employer. “Duhhh... don't worry, Boss.” she huffed. “You're still going to 'Mania on your—” CRAAACK!



Kat flicked out a stern, pitiless Bitch Slap that put Simpson's head on a swivel even as the FAWNatics 'ooooohhhhhh'ed in surprise. “Stop wasting your breath, Bianca.” the Cali Quake snapped. “I don't want to hear another word until your boot is planted on that relic's unimpressive chest. Do I make myself clear?”



Bianca opened her mouth to say 'yes', then snapped it shut and nodded instead. On her feet a moment later, she turned to find Kylie and—THWHAP! Any sympathy the crowd might've felt for the Winless Wonder after that nasty slap blossomed into obvious delight when Kylie rushed the ropes and decked Bianca across the jaw with a stiff Forearm Smash!



Simpson sat down all wobbly-butt on the second strand but didn't have the chance to ask for a rope break before Sanders helped herself to a wrist and hauled her back to vertical. Marching her out into deep water courtesy that Wristlock, Ky put Bianca on her heels with a quick Shoulderblock, then stepped away and dropped a shoulder to send the red-clad tackling dummy pattering across the canvas with an Irish Whip. Simpson hit the ropes just fine though her return proved short-lived as her right leg buckled only a few steps out.



Kylie, who'd settled into a crouch in anticipation of landing a big ol' Spinebuster, straightened up and went straight after the hobbled flunky. “Sorry kiddo, I should know better than to play with my food.” Sanders admitted as she filled her hands with Bianca's hair. “Let's wrap this up, shall HHRRRRGGHHH!”



Bianca pounded a heavy right hand into the Iowan's tummy the instant Ky pulled her hair! Promptly rising to her full height with no trace of the limp that'd felled her, Simpson grabbed Sanders by the ears, then lowered her head and wedged it beneath the PVP's chin. From there she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees, Bianca THWUMPING the whole of Kylie's skull with a heavy Jawbreaker!



“Stay on her!” Braddock slapped the mat with both hands to keep her assistant fully focused on her task even as Sanders wobbled around and stumbled away with a hand pressed over her mouth. “Don't let her escape, you idiot! Otherwise there's no telling what the little cockroach might—”



Simpson exploded forward and took to the sky to drive her right knee between Sanders' shoulders as hard as she could! Knocked off balance by the unexpected blow, Ky pitched forward and tumbled between the top and middle ropes. It would've been an ugly fall for someone with less experience, but damned if the Platinum Pixie didn't hook an arm over the second strand and use it to guarantee a landing on the apron. Her right hip hit the blunt edge of the apron hard enough to make her yelp, but it was still much more preferable than—“UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Bianca charged again and this time she went low with a Basement Dropkick that caught Ky flush in the tummy! No pretty way to guard against that, the Iowan was blown off the ledge and hit the barely-padded floor only a few inches shy of Kat's toes.



“Hey, watch it, moron! You could've spilled loser all over me.” Braddock snapped at her underling. “Now get out here and pick up this tra—”



“Why don't you do it yourself?” Bianca growled after she pushed to one knee.



Kat blinked in shock that was quickly replaced by fury. “Excuse me?”



“You heard me.” Simpson answered. “You've got such perfect strategy for dealing with this punk? Show me. Show everyone. Hell, show Nick too, I'm sure he'd love to take in some of your wisdom.”



Braddock was so flabbergasted that she started to reach for Kylie before she remembered she was in full view of the Senior Official. Snorting in disgust, she straightened up with both hands raised to shoulder-level and took an overly dramatic step backward.



Simpson joined them moments thereafter and where Kat had hesitated, she did not. Snatching Kylie by the shoulder-straps, she hauled the Hawkeye to verticality, then palmed her noggin in both hands and thum-thum-THUMPED Sanders' forehead against the apron! “It's kinda funny when you think about it.” Simpson said to no one in particular as she spun Kylie around to face her. “Both of you are former World Champions and you've got real strong opinions on my skills, but the way I see it...” she grabbed the bottom rope on either side of the Iowan and pulled it up, forward, and down to ultimately thread the rubber-coated steel just beneath the veteran's chin. Then she laced her hands across the back of Ky's head and glanced over her shoulder to Kat. “I'm in control of what both of you are doing at 'Mania.”



“You miserable little shit, who do you think you—”



Kat's vitriol came to an abrupt end when Simpson dropped to one knee and puuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllled Ky's throat against the bottom rope! Sanders' pale features flushed pink at once and started to go red in a matter of seconds. She thrashed and squirmed in a desperate effort to escape the awful punishment but Bianca wasn't about to let her go. In fact, Bianca wasn't even looking at the PVP, her eyes were locked on The Brat. “What do you think, Boss? Should I put her in the hospital? Technically you'd have to fight her at 'Mania, but with a crushed windpipe I'm sure you'd win by forfeit. You'd like that, right? All the glory, none of the eff—”



“LET HER GO, BIANCA!” Castle had leaned through the ropes to practically scream in his charge's ear. “Count of five or I disqualify you, don't test me! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”



Simpson let loose and stepped clear, finally allowing a purple-faced Kylie to collapse to all fours in the shadow of the squared circle. Disgusted and infuriated by the brief flicker of fear she'd felt for Bianca f'n Simpson of all people, Kat Braddock sidled up beside her assistant and grabbed her left bicep in a white-knuckle clamp. “What the fuck do you think you're doing, Bianca?” she hissed through clenched teeth.



Simpson made no effort to break the Cali Quake's grip, nor did she break eye contact with Braddock, both unwelcome developments as far as Kat was concerned. “Giving you what you want, Boss.” she replied. “This is what you want, right? A chance at revenge against Sue Burlingame on the biggest show of the year, with your faithful assistant by your side. Or maybe you'd rather go it alone against the Ace? I could make that happen too. Or wait, do you actually want to fight Kylie? Because I'm only here to make your life easi—”



“You damned well know what I want!” Braddock almost screamed it.



Now Bianca did shrug her way free, but she didn't go far. No, she only stomped over to Kylie and hooked on at trunks and tresses. “Maybe I do, maybe I don't.” the Winless Wonder sighed. “For the sake of clarity, I think you should spell it out for me. Ya know, because I'm such an idiot and all.”



It took every bit of Kat Braddock's not unimpressive self-control to not throw herself at the New Yorker right then and there. “Get me back to the World Title, Bianca.”



Simpson flashed her employer a beaming smile. “You got it, Boss!” Yanking Kylie to her feet in a series of fits and starts, Bianca backed her opponent away from the edge of the ring and swung her around in a half circle, but rather than use that momentum to toss Sanders under the bottom rope, the red-clad blonde shifted angles and slung Kylie into the nearest corner where she BWUNKED shoulder-first into the steel post!



Sanders shrieked aloud and crumpled to her knees, the veteran shuddering over the impact to her right shoulder. Elsewhere, Kat Braddock's disgust was giving way to delight. They'd certainly have to work out some sort of Attitude Improvement Plan for Bianca, such an outburst was not to be tolerated, but if her heretofore spineless assistant was actually capable of shredding a hag like Kylie Sanders? Well, perhaps Simpson had earned a longer leash.



As for the woman in question, she grabbed Ky by the nape of the neck and the back of her waistband, a sharp yank on the latter more than enough to get Sanders back on her feet while also inflicting a demeaning wedgie. Another smooth spin and this time Bianca did toss her burden under the bottom rope, the Iowan returning to the ring a far sorrier lass than when she'd left it only a few moments prior.



Seemingly unaware of the confused pall she'd thrown over the arena since her trip to the outside, Bianca Simpson hopped onto the apron and went to the corner she'd so recently introduced to the Pleasant Valley Princess. Ascending to the high rent district in short order, Bianca rose to her full height, then stretched both arms out at her sides in a 'T' shape as she swayed uncertainly. Some of the less scrupulous Corpsmen hoped the notorious klutz might take a spill and give their heroine some time to recover, alas, neither they nor Kylie were quite that lucky. Simpson caught her balance after another second and from there she earned grudging ooooooooohhhh's from those assembled when she leapt out into the void with her right elbow cocked back and ready to THWHAM down on Sanders' sternum!



TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJDSBd02tgo



Ky shuddered from end to end, was in fact still doing so when Bianca stretched out across her chest and made sure to hook both legs, the Winless Wonder looking to dispel that moniker once and for all as she folded Sanders in half with a Back Press good for the...



ONE…

TWO…

THRNOOO!



Sanders escaped embarrassment for the moment. She’s suffered through much in her twenty-plus years, but losing to Simpson might be the biggest black mark ever.



“Was that supposed to impress me?” The Brat shouted at her lackey from the sidelines. “Because unless it ends in a three-count, it doesn’t.”



Bianca rolled her dark eyes in direct sight of the former World Champion and Kat swallowed another heaping spoonful of rage in order to reach the higher goal.



“Go.” she added brusquely, pointing at a rising Ky.



“Like I couldn’t figure that part out.” Simpson simmered.



With Sanders’ stance stooped, her fellow blonde raised a pointed elbow and THUNKED it into the crown of Kylie’s skull, driving her back to one knee, the PVP’s hazel eyes glassy.



“You may think I’m a joke, and maybe I am.” Bianca informed. “But you won’t to be laughing when this is over. Not at me.”



Simpson pie-faced the mug of the genuflecting Pixie, then tugged the faltering Iowan to her feet. Sanders pushed off and took an uncoordinated swipe of a Clothesline at the Baywatch Buffoon, but Bianca deftly ducked under and Ky staggered by.



Approaching from behind, Braddock’s puppet, (albeit one apparently trying to cut some of her strings) wrapped her arms around Kylie’s alabaster midriff and LAUNCHED Sanders off the deck, sending her foe up-n-over, POUNDING the back of Ky’s skull and shoulders onto the canvas-covered plywood with a German that has a whole lot of the flavor of Kylie’s famous Over and Done finish.



GERMAN SUPLEX:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hjv78XUmju0



As the crowd groaned in unison from the brutal positioning of the impact, the Platinum Pixie remained stacked on her shoulders in an overturned ball with the supposedly incompetent Bianca effectively bridging for the…



ONE…

TWO…

THRNOOOO!



At the very last possible instant, the woman who’d undoubtedly survived the most body battering in the history of the organization, again resuscitated enough to flop out of her bundle and collapse next to but outside the control of the still Winless Wonder.



Simpson leapt to her feet, at first unsure whether she’s secured her inaugural victory in as big a situation as she could ever likely imagine. However, a quick spin to Castle showed him holding only two fingers aloft, Nick looking almost apologetic to a woman who rested on the unwanted ‘laurel’ of being a complete loser.



Simpson’s digits swept through her long flaxen locks in disbelief, her head shaking, her body vibrating from the thought of bliss taken away. But the dark eyes quickly regained laser focus, realizing the opportunity remained.



If scamming one of Kylie’s moves worked incredibly well, perhaps two would cause the Pixie to surrender.



With Ky having rolled to her chest and starting to push to all fours, Bianca moved to a standing straddle of the icon. When a rickety Sanders made it to hands and knees, Simpson dropped her taut cheeks into the base of Ky’s spine, Sanders collapsing under the weight of the makeshift Butt Bomb.



Simpson rose to a low crouch over the splayed Pixie and proceeded to post one arm, then the other over bent knees. Kat scrambled around a corner on the outside to get directly in Simpson’s view and pantomime how she should drop her laced hands over Ky’s noggin and scoop under the chin. It seemed evident Bianca knew how to secure a Camel Clutch, but she seemed thankful for the Brat’s instruction.



With the grip secured, the Winless Wonder leeeeaned back with her captured, silver-bobbed grappler, Kylie’s muffled groans emanating despite her clenched jaw. Bianca reefed back on Sanders’ neck and spine until Ky’s left staring at the rafters, eyes watering from the pain in her lower vertebrae.



Perhaps the trainers in the FAWN Performance Center deserved a raise, Braddock seemed to think, since she’s silently accepting of the quality of Simpson’s submission.



“Ask her!” Kat demanded of Castle. “SCREAM IT!” she added for a whimpering Ky.



The Cali Quake appeared fretful when Bianca halved her grip of Kylie’s chin, but when Simpson wrapped a backhanded swipe across Ky’s throat with her right arm, using a Dragon Sleeper grip to test Sanders’ spine even further, Kat almost looked a proud mama for a daughter whose made strides through the help of her nanny.



The Corps grew increasingly uneasy at their leader’s shape, figuratively and literally, Kylie’s backbone bowing, her arms absently reaching and flailing as the anguish increased.



“Whaddya say, Kylie?” Castle asked pointedly.



She could barely squeak out a response, so good was the knot the supposedly sucky Simpson constructed. But it’s enough for a veteran like Nick to divine a negative response and he waved the match on to the great relief of an enormous majority of the FAWNatics.



“Try something else.” came the advice from the peanut gallery. “That old bytch has been twisted in so many directions, she must not feel it anymore.”



Simpson could likely tell from the mewls of the Pixie that she did indeed feel it, but her boss was the multi-time World Champ, so she released her grip and rose from the steaming wreckage of the Pleasant Valley Princess.



Her memory regarding Sanders’ favorites fading, Bianca relied on her intimate knowledge of her superior’s vast bag of tricks.



With Ky having rolled to her back, to protectively massage her lower vertebrae beneath her, the increasingly confident Simpson, her back sass to the Brat having seemingly leveled her up in some strange psychological manner, grasped one of Kylie’s ankles and lifted the lower limb. Placing a boot sole on the opposite number, Bianca looked down at Ky with a Quake-sized twinkle in her eye.



With her left leg pushed wide, Kylie knew by proxy what Simpson had in mind and she raised her palms plaintively, pleading but knowing it’s all in vain. And indeed Bianca laid out with the leg in her possession, forcing Kylie into a crazy set of splits courtesy the pilfered Wishbone Leg Drop.



Bianca barely hit the canvas before Sanders shrieked in pain, the agony pushing her to a seated position, hands flat against groin muscles stretched to the snapping point. Wedged between the extended stems, Simpson pushes them farther apart as Kat watches with increasing incredulity.



This was what the dumbass had been tasked to do, but she was actually doing it. Yet the most complimentary comment Kat could muster was, “Don’t fuck this up! Finish her off!”



Releasing her leg stretch, Bianca rolled to her feet, enjoying the silence of the stunned crowd. It was the closest to a standing ovation she’ll receive from these haters who especially plied their trade with her boss.



With Kylie’s hands still buried below, Simpson sent a stomp to Sanders’ chin to flatten the Hawkeye to the canvas. With Ky’s legs closing slightly from the agonizing splits, but still wide in every other sense, Bianca understands it’s time for the Big One, a Quake specialty.



Striding to the nearby buckles, she gave Kat a wink, Braddock’s face turning sour from the thought her flunky now seems to be under the utterly ridiculous impression she should be considered an equal.



Carefully climbing to the top, Simpson struggled to turn gracefully, but she got there, high above the spread wickets of the Pixie.



“Time for the Natural Disaster!” she shouted.



What? Now she was renaming her moves? Still, if she hit it, Kylie would have to be nicknamed Iron Crotch to avoid the three and all would be well set for a Burlingame rematch at Mania.



Bianca soared from her perch in a single file, arms tight to her sides, head-butting hammer leading the way toward the open and available pussy of the Pixie.



But as Simpson descended, Ky shoved her boot soles against the canvas, pushing herself back the vital inches for Bianca to miss her vulnerable kitty and instead BANG head-first into the unforgiving deck.



With the Winless Wonder’s noggin bouncing off the empty mat in ugly fashion, the Corps’ sails were instantly filled with hope, even if both women remained down in various states of incapacitation.



The moments immediately following Bianca's disastrous appropriation of the Big One proved a stark illustration of how their respective seconds viewed their champion. Whereas the Corps had nothing but support and increasingly loud chants of 'KY-LEE!' for the prone Pixie, Kat Braddock unleashed every single one of the seven words you can't say on television upon the Ithaca native, not to mention half a dozen more that'd never even crossed Mr. Carlin's mind.



But which of these two support systems proved the most effective? Careful observation seemed to suggest the former, but the fact that such scrutiny was necessary meant The Brat was doing something right. Ultimately Kylie reached her feet by the time Castle reached 'SEVEN!' on his count and Bianca was barely half a step behind.



“Brace yourself, ya frumpy ol' bitch!” Kat snapped at the aching veteran. “Simpson's about to push your shit in!”



Sanders sighed in disgust as her eyes flicked to Braddock. “I beat the actual Killer Imp, kid. I sure as hell don't sweat the incompetent assistant of the Imp's Temu equivalHHRRRGGGHH!”



Simpson let loose a Valkyrie scream and launched herself at the Iowan with a flurry of Haymakers aimed straight at Kylie's dome! Sanders soaked up the first few and ceded a few steps as a result, but an interposing forearm sent the next one caroming harmlessly away and gave the former World Champion more than enough time to answer with a straight right to Simpson's chin! Catching a handful of hair to keep the Jobber Extraordinaire rooted to the spot when she tried to stagger away, Sanders crooked her right arm into a 'V' and let loose with several quick Forearm Smashes to the chin and chest.



“I don't know what the hell's gotten into you, Bianca.” Ky huffed in between dishing out the hurt. “But you need to snap out of it fast. Kat Braddock isn't worth this sort of punishmAAAAHHHHHH GAAAH!”



Simpson could've answered back with some Forearms of her own (it was in fact, what Kat ordered at the top of her lungs) so it's quite telling that the red-clad blonde SLAPPED both hands against the sides of Kylie's skull and tried to jam her thumbs into Sanders' eyes! Wailing for Castle even as she felt the lunatic pressing on her eyelids, Sanders threw a few desperation Kneelifts to Simpson's midsection but Bianca just yanked her head from side to side and retaliated with a few knees of her own before marching the PVP into the ropes on the other side of the ring.



Credit to Nick Castle, he was already in Bianca's ear barking about the vicious treatment and damned if Simpson didn't raise her hands to shoulder level. “Cut that shit out right now, Bianca.” the Senior Official warned. “Don't think I won't disqualif—”



“Oh yeah, I'd hate to miss out on my historic 'Mania opportunity.” she sneered. Still glaring at Nick, she wrapped her hands around Kylie's throat and started to squeeze. “What can you actually threaten me with, huh?” Bianca shouted at the mystified ref. “Gonna suspend me? Gonna keep me off the card? Heaven forfend, I won't be at the beck and call of Katherine Braddock all goddamned daNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”



Unable to prize Simpson's talons from her throat, Ky flattened her own mitts into paddles and SLAPPED 'em against the other blonde's ears in an emphatic Bell Ringer! Bianca groaned and reeled backward, her strangling efforts quite forgotten in the wake of this fresh headache. As for Kylie, she hooked both arms over the top rope and leaned back while simultaneously bringing her knees up to chest-level so she could THUMP a Mule Kick into Simpson's chest!



The Winless Wonder was blown off her feet, landed flat, and rolled through to one knee with an arm drawn protectively across her sternum. She was trying to catch her breath when a familiar voice murmured, “Get a hold of yourself, Bianca.”



Simpson craned a glance over one shoulder to lock eyes with Kat Braddock. “You wanna handle this yourself, Boss?”



“No, I want to help you take it home so we can both go to Mania.” Braddock replied. “Toss her this way and you'll get all the help you need.” The Brat didn't wait for a response, she simply turned her back on the action so she could deliver some much deserved ire to a few idiots in the front row.



Bianca didn't really know if she could believe her employer, yet she knew she was doing the best work of her life so she pushed to verticality and rushed back to Sanders with a huge Broadside Kneelift that THWHUMPED[/i] the Iowan's gut! Helping herself to Ky's right wrist the instant the blow connected, Simpson took a giant step backward and slung her foe across the squared circle with an Irish Wh—NO!



The former World Champion dug in her heels to stop, then reverse the Whip, Bianca sent off at a run in her place. Blissfully unaware of the switch, Kat Braddock kept right on talking that trash even as she listened to the patter of boots get closer. With an elbow already resting on the apron, The Brat just had to wait for the distinctive TWANG of body on strands, then just like that she hooked that arm around the encroaching foot and gave it a nasty little tug!



Bianca stumbled hard, but managed to catch her balance after a few awkward steps. Completely forgetting about Kylie for the moment, she rounded on the former World Champ and stomped back to the ropes. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” she screamed at Braddock, who turned into her assistant's fury with an expression that was several orders of magnitude beyond mere surprise.



“What?” Kat's voice was as startled as the rest of her. “I just tripped the ha—”



The curvy blonde took a giant step back when Simpson lunged through the ropes, the Ithaca native snatching hold of the second strand to ensure she didn't do something she might regret (love) later. “Just stay out of my way, dammit.” she hissed. “I'll finish her off myselWHOOONNNGGGHH!”



Dismissing the Hawkeye proved to be disastrous for both the Winless Wonder and the Cali Quake as Sanders stormed in at the run, slapped on a Waistlock and took to the skies, the FAWN OG somersaulting up her adversary's back until she encountered the top rope and swept back the way she'd came, Ky planting her feet and popping her hips to rip Simpson from her moorings with a rebound version of the Over & Done that THAWHAMMED Bianca down on the back of her head and shoulders!



REBOUND OVER & DONE:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzUnpOSyXhY



Sanders had floated over to haul her foe upright when she'd busted this offense out against Domi Daly at Red, White, & Bruised but tonight the Waistlock broke apart on impact and she was forced to burn precious seconds hauling Bianca to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. Nevertheless it was only a matter of moments before Simpson was upright and the pugnacious Pixie caught hold of her left wrist and twisted around in a circle that finished with the captured limb drawn tight across her lower back while the veteran was snuggled in close on Bianca's left side. Quick to wrap her left arm around the stooped lackey's midsection, the Pleasant Valley Princess bent her knees and muscled Bianca up and over before dropping to her butt to THAWHAM Simpson down flat on her back! Crunched and cradled in the wake of that Child of the Corn, Bianca's right leg twitched along oblivious to the orders of Kat Braddock and the thousands-strong count of...



CHILD OF THE CORN:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfreAR8yiPo



ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!



The Jobber Extraordinaire slopped off her shoulders with a whisper to spare, her escape producing incredulity from the crowd and undeniable relief from Kat Braddock.



“Don't you DARE let me down, Bianca!” she shouted at the woozy grappler. “Not when we're so goddamned close!”



Kylie, who'd filled her hands with the other blonde's hair to scrape her off the mat, paused in her work and glared daggers at The Brat. “You're the only disappointment in sight, Kitty. This chick right here? She's got more heart than you ever will.”



A strong endorsement to be sure, not that it stopped Kylie from muscling Bianca to her feet. In the next instant she dipped a shoulder, slipped that arm between the New Yorker's thighs and 'hupped' her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. No surprise about what came next, Sanders hooked her left arm over the back of Simpson's head and went up on tiptoe to—“NGH! NGH! NGH!”



Bianca drilled her elbow into Ky's temple over and over until she managed to wriggle free of the trap and land directly behind her prey. Sanders whipped 'round with an instinctive Haymaker that would've been useful if Bianca hadn't intercepted it with her right arm in a Half Nelson of sorts. In the split second she had Kylie's back, Simpson caught the veteran's chin in her free hand and used it to pull Sanders around and down into a Front Facelock that blossomed into a DDT when the Winless Wonder laid out flat on her back! Kylie's forehead hit the deck with an ugly THWHUMP but she still managed to clamber to her fee—Simpson twisted around so her head was between Sanders' legs and her arms were wrapped around the Iowan's calves. With Braddock and the FAWNatics screaming in the background, she kicked her legs up under Ky's arms and rose to a seat which tumbled the PVP down onto her shoulders in an impromptu Victory Roll! Arms cinched tight around Sanders' lower legs, Simpson held on for dear life as she nodded along with the...



DDT & VICTORY ROLL:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-U48S1jjBw



ONE...

TWO...

THRENOOOOOOOO!



Now it was Kylie's turn to tear loose at the last possible second, much to the shock of her opponent and The Brat lurking outside. “FINISH IT, BIANCA!” Kat screamed at her assistant. “SHE'S DONE, SO FINISH HER OFF AND DON'T LET ME DOWN!”



Bianca noted this as so much distant quacking, her attention was on Kylie, who'd managed to make her way to all fours. Hands raised high overhead, Simpson rushed in and grabbed hold of her foe's ears to yank her to verticality. Soon as they reached their destination she leapt high into the air, Bianca kicking her legs forward in a wide 'V' in anticipation of a thunderous Sit-Out Facebust—NO!



Kylie got her hands between the other blonde's forearms and snapped them apart to break Bianca's grip before she was yanked off balance! Untethered from her target, the Winless Wonder went to the canvas alone where she came down on her tailbone with an eye-watering THUD! Bianca's hands shot up, both curled into talons that clawed at an unseen thre—Sanders grabbed Simpson's wrists and jerked her forward even as she lunged in with a Kneelift that THWHUNKED Bianca's chin!



KYLIEGOYE:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBcK6SKZBW4



Simpson's head snapped back and she would've crumpled to the canvas in a heap if not for Kylie maintaining the Wristlocks afterward. Breathing deep ahead of what came next, Sanders gathered her strength, then took a step back and YANKED Bianca to verticality only to immediately lower a shoulder and hook the Fireman's Carry. No answering elbows this time, just cacophony from the Corps as their heroine turned a half circle and laid out on her right side to SPIKE Bianca on the back of her head and shoulders! Simpson sat up only to flop backward with no assistance before Kylie scooped both legs and folded her in half with a Back Press that let her keep a wary on eye Kat Braddock while Nick Castle counted...



PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEqWrEZfYxQ



ONE...

TWO...

THREE!



Ky dropped her burden and spun to one knee, the victorious veteran clearly unwilling to take her attention off the Beach Brat even as the Announcer made things official. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall...KYLIE SANDERS!”



An exhausted Sanders lounged across the still Winless Wonder, huffing heavily, relief washing over her face. The Pixie offers her arm to Castle as her hazel eyes remain focused on Braddock.



Anyone not expecting The Brat to try and hamstring her for their newly minted 'Mania match was a fool and Sanders wasn't about to play the part, not tonight anyway.



Nick helped Kylie to her feet and showed off the victor to the adoring crowd. Ky slightly widening her stance, opposite arm raised to form an inverted ‘V’ to her ivory stems.



“It’s your turn.” the PVP mouthed toward the stewing Cali Quake, Kat sweeping her fingers through her long blonde locks in frustration. She slapped the mat, angry in the knowledge her potential rematch for the title was gone, replaced with a life-or-death battle against a woman as motivated as she’s ever seen.



Probing for any distraction for which she could take advantage, Braddock watched on as Kylie carefully rejoiced in the ring, enjoying the moment with her fans. The Corps reveled in the thought of their heroine at 'Mania, perhaps unaware Sanders also celebrated an important career mark, Ky reaching the break-even mark, as many wins as losses.



One eye remaining peeled at all times, a satisfied Sanders dropped from the middle buckle farthest from Braddock, flopped to her side and rolled out of the ring. Ky strolled around the outside as Simpson finally began to stir within.



Sweat-soaked and breathing hard, Kylie nevertheless did not shy away from crossing paths with Kat as she heads for the exit aisle.



The Hawkeye pointed toward a non-existent watch, making clear Braddock’s already on the clock.



Kat trieed to psych out Kylie with a pulled punch, but Sanders didn't flinch.



“You don’t have the guts.” Kylie scoffed.



Ky thrust out her chin, but Braddock didn't take her up on the offer, instead diving on the apron and rolling under. Only from within did a risen Kat verbally threaten the Platinum Pixie, safely removed from Ky’s proximity.



Sanders roleds her eyes at Braddock, mocking her jaw flapping, Kat continuing her diatribe as she backed toward the middle and the rising Bianca.



“I’m a thousand times better than this stupid bytch and she damn near beat you!”



A wobbly but coherent Simpson tapped Kat on the shoulder, looking none too pleased with the prior remark. The Brat disregarded her, continuing to rant at the receding Pixie.



Bianca snatched the shoulder this time, spinning Braddock to face her and Kat brought a spinning back fist with her, the balled digits smashing against Simpson’s jaw! While the head snap was vicious, Bianca somehow remained on her feet, at least until the dazed flunky was floored with a Skull Kick to the temple that relieved Bianca of her remaining consciousness and left the Jobber Extraordinaire flat on her back.



SKULL KICK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvkC3n6mIek



The fuming Braddock hovered over Simpson, staring down with fire in her eyes.



“WHEN YOU WAKE UP…CONSIDER YOURSELF FIRED!”



An enraged Kat pounded boot after boot into the unmoving Simpson, apparently meaning to leave Simpson such a bloody pulp that she’d never see the inside of a ring again.



Halfway up the ramp, Kylie couldn't abide the display. She raced toward the squared circle to the roar of the supporting FAWNatics. Sliding in beneath the ropes, Sanders popped to her feet, rushed to Braddock and snatches herself a shoulder.



Reacting on instinct, perhaps thinking the palm was Castle’s, Kat thrust a blind Mule Kick between veteran wickets, the strike POUNDING Kylie’s kitty.



Hands plunging between her thighs, the bug-eyed, slack-jawed Sanders slowly faltered to a kneel behind the California Quake.



Turning and realizing whom she’s left teary-eyed, and on her haunches, Kat couldn't help but chuckle.



“Oh my God. You two losers deserve the same fate.”



Racing to the ropes in front of the kneeling Pixie, Kat came back at full blast and THUMPED a Kat-5 into the face of the wincing Kylie, lowering the hip-checking BOOM on the Pixie.



KAT-5:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQKH4LPhE4A



Flattened, but with some remnants of awareness remaining, Ky could manage nothing in the way of defense as Kat pulled her up with a two-handed grip on the Pixie’s noggin.



Braddock pulled the spent Sanders into a Front Facelock, then deftly ‘hupped’ the depleted Hawkeye into a cradled grip against her chest. The Corps groaned in anticipation and The Brat made their fears truth, laying out and SPIKING Kylie’s skull into the canvas with her notorious Kat Nap.



KAT NAP:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nNeUWdGDSo



A seated Braddock dropped to a back press of the comatose Kylie and raised a hand to further lift fingers for the...



ONE…

TWO…

THREE.



The Corps’ booed their lungs out as a fresh Kat rose, then stacked Kylie across Bianca, making an ‘X’ of flaxen-haired wreckage. She pointed down at the debris.



“She wanted it!” Kat shouted at the crowd “Now, she’s going to get it!”



Braddock glanced down at the oblivious Sanders.



“See you at 'Mania, bytch.”



Kat turns, dusted off her soles on the striking rubble, and took leave of her ex-employee and future victim.