Sierra vs. Izzi

Cham Cham was just about to go up and secure Sierra's arm when the Egyptian woman reached out and clutched her by the throat. Stifling a choked gasp, the feline grabbed her paw gloved hands around Sierra's wrist as she drew Cham Cham in closer and then flung her small body against her partner in crime.

"Ngh!" Izzi grunted out, luckily she able to get an arm up and move to one side to prevent their head clashing together, but their bodies still collided solidly enough to knock Izzi off her most enjoyed perch atop of Sierra's face. With both Izzi and Cham Cham clumsily knocked aside from Sierra's huge hulking form, Dani saw which way the wind was blowing and decided to make a reteat cry

"SCAMPER!!" She yelled before taking flight down the corridor, her bare ass wiggling from side to side under the back box of her apron. Cham Cham scrambled up and also took off running like a feline on all fours.

"My ass will be waiting for your face in the ring!" Izzi warned the Egyptian as she climbed to her feet and then retreated with the rest of her brats like a bunch of leprechaun that had just stolen a bag of lucky charms and escaped into the night

With a combination of a strong force of will and hot, seething anger, Sierra was able to clutch the neck of that tiger girl with her free hand and yanked her towards the blonde sitting on her face. The action succeeded and Sierra was able to destabilize the two from there perch and force her pinned hand free from the final apron clad member of this ridiculous ambush.

When that worked Sierra immediately rolled to her front and slowly rose to her feet visibly furious. With a growl she looked up as she heard one of them, she didn’t care who, call a retreat and the Egyptian watched as the three tiny ambushers scampered off. But not without the blonde giving one final warning about her butt being in Sierra’s face before finally leaving her view.

Visibly pissed Sierra decided not to waist her time chasing the mischievous munchkins, the Egyptian instead turned around and walked back into her locker room where she sat on a bench to calm down. From the way the blonde spoke it looked like she was going to be Sierra’s opponent. That’s fine, after all the match starts in an hour. Plenty of time for Sierra to plan her payback.

Less then an hour later, the upbeat tune of Banana Splits by the Dickies started to play around the arena, signifying that AFW favourite little brats were making their entrance ready for the next match up.

Dressed in her skin tight dark blue lycra bike shorts, tube top and sleeveless yellow jacket; Izzi walked out onto the top of the rampway accompanied on left by Cham Cham dressed her tiger striped rags... And on the right by Dani dressed in her frilly pink apron

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Izzi looked particular pleased with herself after her mischievous little antics not too long ago backstage... She walked down to the ring with a confident swagger in her step and then rolled in under the bottom ropes while Cham Cham and Dani headed around the outside of the ring


Standard Match
Victory via pinfall, submission or KO

Not long after Izzi’s entrance had finished did the theme of her Egyptian opponent ring out and Sierra marched through the curtain with a scowl on her face. Many in the audience wondered what the sour look on the Egyptians face was but some of those in the crowd who knew about the Brat Packs usual annoyances probably realized that they had something to do with it.

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She walked with a brisk and determined pace that some in the crowd were barely able to get a close up view of her attire before she made it to the ring. Sliding beneath the bottom rope Sierra stood up and scowled at what she saw on the opposite corner. From the looks of it, her tiny opponent brought the rest of her pack for some much needed insurance. It won’t do her any good, it doesn’t matter if they’re not part of the match as Sierra intends on delivering punishment to all three of them.

With that thought in mind Sierra kept silent and leaned against her own corner, her eyes boring holes into the blondes skull so much it was as if she had laser vision. All the while the referee announced the match and finally, rang the bell.

Izzi just stood there smirking to hersself as she saw Sierra come down with such a sour look. Not saying anything until the big girl had got into the ring.

"What's with the pout? Someone sit on your face or something?" Izzi teased the big girl, continuing to poke the bear as she was used to doing.

"Well I hope who ever it was left enough room on your face for my ass!!" Although the ref was still coming down the rampway to start things off, Izzi again went for her pre-emptive strike, rushing forwards in the hopes to catch Sierra off gaurd. As she drew near, the impish blonde leapt through the air and threw her feet out in front of her, tying to catch Sierra square on the chest with a drop kick

Sierra did little to respond to the tiny blondes taunts besides narrowing her eyes. It was obvious that the girl in front of her was too full of herself to realize that what she was doing might be a bad idea. But she continued anyway not realizing that Sierra learned her lesson and had her eyes only on the blonde in front of her. So when Izzi predictably rushed forward to attack the Egyptian before the referee had even gotten into the ring, Sierra was ready.

As Izzi jumped into the air for her dropkick, Sierra merely stepped to the side and let it sail past her slightly before she used her arms to catch the blonde in her horizontal state. “This is not going to end well for you, do you know that?” Sierra asked rhetorically before she suddenly dropped to one knee and drove Izzi backfirst onto it in a backbreaker.

She wasn’t done though as she just as quick popped back up to her feet and spun in a circle before finally tossing the brat across the ring like a weightless teddy bear.

Izzi swung her feet out towards Sierra's chest but wiffed nothing but thin air as the big Egyptian giant stepped out of the way of the drop kick, instead grabbing the brat's small body out of the air to show off her superior strength and size difference between the two of them.

"Get off me!" Izzi yelled out indignantly, trying to swing her arm to thump against the back of Sierra's shoulder blades... her legs working as if she were running on her side as she tried to get in a kick or something... Suddenly Sierra dropped down onto one knee, bringing Izzi's little body down so that her back was jolted sharply over Sierra's outstretched large thigh in the back breaker.

"UGH!!" Izzi coughed out, her legs and head dangling towards the the floor with her whole body curved around Sierra's knee. After no more then a couple of seconds, Sierra pulled the little blonde back up off her thigh before tossing her aside to the mat. Izzi spun around before landing on the canvas on her back, her body arching upwards a bit in pain as she tried to grasp onto the small of her back with one hand

Even when outmatched in every way, it looked like this brat still found a way to open her big mouth. This thought flowed through Sierra’s head as she effortlessly caught the blonde brat after said blonde attempted to hit her with a dropkick. One pop up back breaker later and the massive Egyptian was tossing the brat away like yesterday’s garbage, where she rolled across the ring before stopping with her hand pressed against her injured back.

Sierra still ticked at the earlier ambush and with a mind full of vengeance marched over to Izzi’s prone position before the blonde had even the thought of recovering. Stopping at Izzi’s legs Sierra bent down and took hold of both of them in each hand and forcefully rolled the brat pack leader to her back so she could look Sierra in the eye. “Feel that? Well you better get used to it, I haven’t even gotten started.”

When she finished Sierra would suddenly yanked on Izzi’s legs and pull the helpless blonde into the air. Sierra would pull the practically to her weightless girl up until she was nearly above her head. When she got there Sierra would let go of the brats legs and would quickly press her hands against Izzi’s waist and belly. There Sierra would push with all her might down and shove the kawai down in a devastating pop up powerbomb! The ring practically quaking from the impact.

It was only now that the ref even managed to get to the ring and slide in under the bottom ropes. With the action already underway there was nothing else she could really do other than get to her feet and then call for the bell to actually get things officially underway. *DING DING!*

Even though the bell rang in the background, things were already more than underway as Sierra marched over towards the down brat pack girl, stalking around to her feet to flip her over and collect up her legs with the calfs under her armpits

"nhh!" Izzi grunted out as her lower body was inclined upwards, the back of her shoulder sliding against the mat and her arms drapping up over her head. With her legs secured she was suddenly hoisted up off the mat almost as if Sierra was going to sling shot her into a flip right over her head... However a as Izzi's body went up horizontal with the mat, the big Egyptian suddenly let go of the legs and shoved down on Izzi's belly, driving her back first down intot he mat

"UGH!" Izzi let out as she hit the canvas with a thud, both her arms clasping up around the back of her head as she drummed the heals of her feet against the floor

Sierra faintly heard the referee finally signal for the bell to ring and officially start the match but right now she couldn’t be bothered to care. She was too busy on putting Izzi through the ringer and making her regret attacking her. So as Sierra yanked the tiny blonde up and into the air and sending her back down like a comet to the earth in a pop-up powerbomb, the Egyptian allowed herself to take a breath and calm herself down.

But not for long as the tanned cage fighter bent down and proceeded to pick the brat pack leader up by her hair. When the blonde was up to her feet Sierra would unleash a harsh slap to the girls face that would most likely leave a handprint on her face. It would also carry enough force to spin the blonde around and have her back facing Sierra’s front.

There Sierra would wrap her arms around her waist and drag her to a corner of the ring. When she was there Sierra leant down next to Izzi’s ear and whispered; “I hope you’re a good flyer.” When she finished she proceeded to pick Izzi’s up in what looked like a German suplex, but before Sierra would slam her down the Egyptian would let go of her blonde opponent and instead use the momentum to throw Izzi across the ring to the opposite corner and possibly even causing the blonde to hit said corner.