Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:37:30 GMT
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer addresses the swelling crowd, “with a thirty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Tag Team championship! Introducing first, the challengers... at a total combined weight of two hundred and seventy-four pounds… From Roswell, New Mexico, LAURA DIAMOND! AND her partner, from Darlington, South Carolina, MEGGERZ FLETCHER! Together, they are... THE BOOODDDYYY SHHHOOOPPP!!!!!”
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
LAURA DIAMOND:
The pairing might be new to the FAWN Arena, having so far put in most of their work on the house show circuit, but the music that accompanies it is decidedly old school—namely Steppenwolf’s “Born to be Wild”. But in addition to the music pumping out over the speakers, there’s also the sound of a revving engine—and that sound is decidedly live. A moment later, and its source—a PAIR of Harley Davidson—drive onto the stage, earning a MASSIVE pop from the audience. Of course, it’s not just the bikes that impress them. The well-built blonde and brunette lovelies astride the hogs.
Laura’s silver fightin’ two piece is visible underneath an open black leather jacket and chaps, her eyes hidden behind shades, and is certainly deserving of plenty of praise. Meanwhile, every one of Meggerz Fletcher’impressive curves is tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank--that, like Laura’s garb, is partially hidden underneath an open black leather jacket--and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
"BORN TO BE WILD”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIfvwwPSHCI
Riding their bikes all the way down to ring, Laura and Meggerz take opposing turns away from the ringsteps, Diamond parking her Harley near the other ringpost and Fletcher closer to the announce station. Slipping off her mount, the young brunette takes off her shades, slipping them into the pocket of her jacket. Then, beaming, Diamond takes a quick lap around the ring, reaching to slap as many hands as she can before bounding up the steel steps. All smiles, Meggerz wastes little time marching in joining her partner, hardly skimping on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap is complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slips through the ropes.
Sliding through the ropes, Laura leaps onto the middle rope, pumping a fist to an appreciative cheer, before jumping down and beginning the process of slipping out of her leathers. No sooner is Fletcher in the ring does she turn toward the opposite corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. While relatively new to the FAWN Arena, their last outing--an impressive win over a formidable union in Bootyshock--left the crowd with a bit of hope that a monumental upset might be on the horizon...
The FAWNatics continue to shower the sisters with applause and appreciation, but their ovation is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopoulos... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
PANDORA:
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
ASHLEY LOCKE:
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOULOS:
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopoulos. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the Sisters and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
There is perhaps one clue: Pandora and Locke carry the straps over their shoulders, Adrianna left free of any cargo.
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Pandora and Ashley slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind Meggerz and Laura--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers. As Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, Papadopoulos descends to the floor. The question of their make-up now settled, the Goddesses begins to discuss strategy as the official takes both titles, raising them to the rafters.
There isn’t much discussion on the Body Shop side of the ring about who should start out. Apparently ready to concede her coming up on the short end of the height, weight AND experience ledgers in this contest, Laura Diamond withdraws to her corner. On the other side of the ring, it’s not as clear cut a choice. Ordinarily, Pandora tended to take up station in the Three’s corner to open, standing as an utterly imposing second wave...
... but on this occasion, the Beach Goddess remains in the ring, Locke slipping through the ropes and out onto the apron.
Meggerz saunters out her corner, walking toward Pandora with an unmistakable swagger--and it was hard to say she didn’t have a right to, especially the nearer Fletcher and Panny moved to one another. Unlike most women, the Darling of Darlington only gave up about an inch and a couple of pounds to one of the most dominant forces FAWN had ever seen. Even the Greasemonkey’s generous curves appear almost every bit as dangerous with the blondes standing nose to nose and chest to chest.
“How’s it feel?” Meggerz asks. “Taking on someone who’s not scared of you?”
“It doesn’t feel right, actually,” Pandora replies. “Like I was taking on someone from a Special Ed course. I mean, not to be afraid of me, CLEARLY there’s something not right in your heeeuuunnnnngggghhhhh...”
Fletcher’s palms SLAPPED into Panny’s bosom, knocking the former World and reigning Tag Team champion backward a step and a half, the FAWNatics responding with a gasp of shock, awe... and a little alarm.
Righting herself, the voluptuous blonde champion turns narrowed eyes toward this impudent upstart. “Oh, you’re going to regret that. More than you can possibly imagine. By the time we’re done with you and your little biker Chihuahua, you’re gonna be BEGGING Bethany to ship your asses back to Bangor...”
The words were still coming out of Pandora’s mouth as her hand split the air, her palm striking Fletcher’s cheek with resounding ‘THWAAAK!’
Meggerz’s noggin swings with the blow, but as she turns her head, the Darling of Darlington does a HELL of a lot more, LAUNCHING into the Beach Goddess with a barrage of forearms to the bosom. And when Pandora is knocked into retreat, the FAWNatics ERUPT in cheers. Before long, the curvy blonde finds her back in tight against the ropes, Fletcher bodying in and taking her wrist, preparing to launch the former World and current Tag champion on her way with an Irish whip...
... but Pandora grabs hold of the top rope, her heels dug in, the Beach Goddess smirking as she shakes her head at the novice.
Fletcher tries again... and Panny’s eyes widen when her fingers slip away from the rubber coated steel. But she rights herself in time to reverse the whip, sending Meggerz racing toward the ropes. As the Greasemonkey rebounds off the cables, Pandora charges toward her, extending her arms and looking to decapitate the challenger with a lariat...
... but the Darling of Darlington demonstrates some awareness and resourcefulness of her own, ducking the scythe and carrying on past Pandora. Hitting the ropes, Meggerz shoots back toward the champion--and extends her OWN arm, aiming to bring an early end to the Three’s night--and reign--by making Pandora Hit the Wall.
HIT THE WALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgInH0M_ccw
In the Body Shop corner, Laura Diamond threads a shapely leg through the ropes, anticipating a collision and ready to charge in and keep Ashley Locke from making the save. Alas, it proves unnecessary, for Pandora ducks the massive lariat. The Beach Goddess then takes off, BOTH curvy blondes sprinting into the ropes, bounding off the cables and lowering a shoulder as they zero in on their opposite number...
... and when both women hit, NEITHER woman goes down. Panny takes a half step backward, Meggerz a full stride, but they each maintain their balance--earning a round of applause from the impressed audience.
For a lingering moment, Pandora and Fletcher simply glared at one another. If either of them share the crowd’s awe, it doesn’t show on their faces. Gradually, the two blondes close the gap between them, tying up. After a brief struggle for dominance, Meggerz works the imposing Beach Goddess into a hammerlock.
Panny grunts, her free hand slapping at her shoulder... before she summons a reversal. But again, the Greasemonkey proves to have an answer--first by reversing the hammerlock into a renewed one of her own, then by pressing a boot in just underneath Pandora’s right knee, forcing the bigger blonde to kneel. Breaking the hammerlock of her own accord, Fletcher cocks her elbow, bringing it down into the crown of the champ’s skull.
Pandora’s bell looks to be rung, but not so much that she can’t start to rise while Meggerz backpedals into the ropes. But the Darling of Darlington catches the Beach Goddess right underneath the jaw with a wicked Big Boot. The house is rocking when Panny hits the deck. She doesn’t stay there long, but this time, her rise is at the behest of the Greasemonkey, Meggerz scooping her up... and dropping to one knee, depositing Pandora across her outstretched thigh with a backbreaker.
BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTxDrR_lGQY
Sending the groaning champion tumbling to the mat with a shove, Meggerz turns to her corner and slaps the extended hand of Laura Diamond. And as the Biker Babe slips into the ring, Fletcher yanks Pandora back to verticality with a handful of hair. Locking an arm around the Beach Goddess’ neck, Meggerz muscles her opponent aloft, only to drop her on her impressive chest with a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
The impact sends the voluptuous blonde bouncing to her back--and perfectly aligned with the newly arrived Laura Diamond. The brunette grabs the top rope as she throws her weight back into the cables, her feet flying into the air before she reverses course, connecting with Pandora’s bronzed belly with her Road Rash. Diamond bounces a couple of inches into the air, reaching to hook a leg as she settles in for the cover...
ROAD RASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6RXUrXV1oI
ONE...
KICKOUT.
A STRONG kickout from Pandora.
Springing back to her feet, Laura turns to the Body Shop corner, tagging Meggerz back into the match. And, like her partner, Diamond does not make an immediate exit--but Fletcher’s entry is belayed as well, the Darling of Darlington climbing to the top rope. Waiting as Laura struggles to assist Pandora to her feet, Meggerz then leaps, extending her arm and catching the Beach Goddess across the throat with a diving clothesline.
DIVING CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI10zpJYY1I
The Greasemonkey scrambles atop the fallen champion, hooking both legs and scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora kicks out.
Peeling the glistening Beach Goddess off the canvas, Meggerz manages to sling Pandora across her shoulder with uncharacteristic ease for one of Panny’s opponents. She then starts to charge toward the far corner, intending to sling the Courtier face first into the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes...
... but Pandora wriggles out the backdoor. Landing on her feet, the bigger blonde’s hands SLAM into Fletcher’s shoulderblades, shoving the Greasemonkey toward the corner--and with Meggerz already at full speed, she can’t slam on the brakes. She also can’t manage to turn her back into the buckles, the challenger’s belly and bosom blasting into the thin leather padding...
... and if only that was where Fletcher’s troubles ended.
But Pandora doesn’t settle for shoving her foe into the corner--she races in after, DRIVING Meggerz deeper into the buckles with an emphatic splash. Stepping back, Panny spins a suddenly breathless Greasemonkey around, snatching her wrist and whipping her toward the opposite corner...
... and absolutely BURYING Meggerz under one hundred and fifty-one pounds of Beach Goddess, connecting with a second splash. Pandora steps back, allowing the Darling of Darlington to stumble out of the corner... and into the champion’s arms, Panny embracing her opponent before slinging Fletcher to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgO5wCyeeE8
With the FAWNatics finally muted, Pandora shuffles to her corner and brings in Aphrodite with a tag. Advancing on a slowly rising Greasemonkey, Locke clamps her arms around Fletcher’s midsection while the challenger is still doubled over. And then, displaying some muscle, the slightly smaller blonde grunts and hoists Meggerz off her feet, depositing her harshly to the mat with a gutwrench suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTYoM5lFMqQ
Climbing to her feet, Ashley claims a handful of blonde locks, stuffing Fletcher’s noggin between her thighs and clamping down with a tight standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the challenger’s waist, Locke swings the Greasemonkey up onto her shoulders before DRIVING Meggerz into the canvas with a powerbomb. Keeping hold of the bigger blonde’s gams, Locke leans forward, her hands above Fletcher’s shoulders as she collects the...
FOLDING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQB6--WTg-o
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Fletcher kicks out.
Sending a parting stomp to the Greasemonkey’s abdomen, Locke skips back to her corner and tags in Pandora. And a now well-rested and VENGEFUL Beach Goddess returns to the ring, stalking the challenger and scraping her off the canvas. Dipping a shoulder, Panny slips an arm through Fletcher’s thighs, powering her foe up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. But before the referee can even think about asking for a submission, Pandora genuflects, tossing the Darling of Darlington off her shoulders, over her head, and dropping Meggerz’s spine across her poster knee.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k
Fletcher rolls to her right hip, her back arched as she cries out in pain. “Shut up,” the Beach Goddess snaps, a stomp to the smaller blonde’s left hip forcing Meggerz to her belly. But if she wanted her opponent to keep quiet, a stomp to the small of Fletcher’s back ripping a wail out of the Greasemonkey as she grinds in her heel. Relenting, Panny hairhauls Fletcher up and snakes her arms around Meggerz’s waist. “Up you go, babe,” Pandora purrs, swinging her foe up onto her shoulder, then SLAMMING the Darling of Darlington down face, chest and belly first with her Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
“C’MON, MEG!” Laura Diamond shouts from the Body Shop corner, and possibly spurred by her partner’s support, Fletcher starts to drag herself toward a corner. Unfortunately, it’s the WRONG corner, Ashley Locke waiting on the outside.
Inside the ring, Pandora takes a step toward the Biker Babe. “You really that anxious to get embarrassed?” the Beach Goddess asks. “Lark didn’t break a sweat with you, and she was NEVER as good as me...”
“Go ahead and take me lightly,” Laura snarls. “Gonna make kicking your ass all the more...”
Diamond’s voice trails off when a blur of motion catches her eye. Looking past Pandora, and casting her gaze downward, the brunette sees her partner’s feet kicking wildly. Meggerz is still down on her stomach, but now her throat is across the bottom rope--and Ashley Locke’s boot is pressed down hard against the back of her neck. Done with words, Laura starts to burst through the ropes--but the official is quick to cut her off.
Turning away from the zebra and the Biker Babe, Pandora casually strolls toward the strangled challenger. When the Beach Goddess arrives, Ashley pulls back, allowing Panny to hairhaul Meggerz up. She then dips down, burying a shoulder in Fletcher’s stomach and bullying the Greasemonkey up to a perch on the top turnbuckle.
Finally done with Diamond, the referee turns around just in time to see Panny tag out, Locke entering the ring and climbing to the middle rope. When Ashley locks an arm around Meggerz’s neck, the Greasemonkey manages to stuff a couple of short punches into Aphrodite’s abdomen... but a swift, clubbing forearm to the back quells the rebellion. Then, popping her hips, Locke hoists the challenger airborne... but instead of sending Fletcher crashing to the mat INSIDE the ring with a traditional superplex, Ashley drops the Darling of Darlington to the apron outside.
LOVE FROM ON HIGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4Q_Pt_QxU
Meggerz mewls in anguish as she rolls off the apron, dropping to the floor and landing on her hands and knees... almost directly in front of Adrianna Papadopoulos. Seeing this, Ashley immediately draws the official’s attention, allowing the Greek Goddess to scoop Fletcher off the floor. When she shuffles the challenger across her shoulders, more than a few FAWNatics hold the breath. Across the ring, Laura Diamond has a split-second choice to make. And deciding that the straightest route is the shortest, the brunette explodes into the ring... but so, too, does Pandora, the resulting chaos of THREE women in the ring giving Pappy plenty of cover as she rushes toward the near ringpost...
... and SLINGS Meggerz off her shoulder, the blonde’s face BLASTING into the steel ringpost. Landing on her feet, Fletcher’s legs quake as she stumbles and turns, but those stubborn gams refuse to give out fast enough. Instead, they support the Greasemonkey long enough to allow Papadopoulos to SLAM a thunderous punch into Fletcher’s bosom, the curvy brunette connecting with the most diabolical Hand of Athena many FAWNatics could recall witnessing.
Only THEN do Meggerz’s knees liquefy, the gurgling blonde pitching forward, Adrianna’s arms slipping underneath Fletcher’s to catch her. While the official escorts a protesting Laura Diamond back to her corner, Papadopoulos shoves the senseless Darling of Darlington back into the ring. Ashley Locke withdraws to the apron, allowing Pandora to peel her prey off the mat. Holding the jelly-legged Greasemonkey in front of her, allowing Meggerz to slump back against her chest, the Beach Goddess secures a half nelson, nudging her head underneath the slightly smaller blonde’s limp free arm. Everyone in the building knows what’s coming next...
... save, of course, for Meggerz Fletcher, who isn’t aware of anything as she’s RIPPED off her feet, swung upside down, and PLANTED between Pandora’s parted stems. The Greek Tragedy leaves the Darling of Darlington upended, shoulders flat against the mat, ass cheeks raised to the heavens. Pandora plants her palms against the challenger’s tush, and when the official is finally done with the Biker Babe, he seems to have lost track of the legal women in this match consider he slides down to slap off the...
ONE...
Again, Laura slips a leg through the ropes...
TWO...
... but the brunette hesitates, when she registers just how devoid of consciousness her partner has been rendered.
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora shoves at Meggerz’ rump, sending the obliterated blonde tumbling into a boneless tangle of limbs. As the FAWNatics explode into boos and howls of outrage, the Beach Goddess rises, tugging Fletcher up as well. Grabbing two handfuls of the Greasemonkey’s tank, Panny TOSSES the broken body of one-half of the challengers into the Body Shop’s corner. “I think you ought to earn your check tonight,” she grins at Laura. “Don’t you, bytch?”
Laura glares at the imposing blonde, clearly in no hurry to face off with Pandora... but also not willing to back down. Almost gingerly, Diamond sinks into a crouch, so that she can reach through the ropes and pat the slumbering Meggerz’s shoulder. Tag made, the Biker Babe slides into the ring, Panny holding her ground with two outstretched arms... and a bemused smirk. Throwing caution to the wind, Laura charges, leaping into a forearm to the chest... and a second... and a third.
The blows add up, and by the third, Panny takes a step backward--but ONLY a step. Pivoting on one heel, the brunette starts to sprint toward the ropes...
... when Pandora’s hands lash out, claiming a double handful of raven tresses and YANKING backward, Laura’s legs flying out from under her and sending her crashing to the deck. The Beach Goddess then hops ever so slightly into the air, laying out and dropping her belly across Diamond’s face before the Biker Babe can get away, landing her signature Tummy Tuck splash.
Picking herself up, Pandora tugs Laura up, stuffing the brunette’s head under her left arm and grabbing a handful of silver spandex. Popping her hips, the Beach Goddess muscles the challenger into the air... and keeps her there, suspending the Biker Babe for a solid five seconds before tossing her down, Panny herself crashing atop Diamond’s chest with the delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bD2Js9gCk0
Rather than go for a cover, Pandora climbs to her feet, scooping Laura up and carrying her to the Three’s corner. Turning the Biker Babe upside down, the voluptuous blonde drops the pits of Diamond’s knees against the top rope, Ashley Locke earning a rebuke from the official when she hooks the brunette’s feet under the top turnbuckle. With Laura lashed to the Tree of Woe, Panny and Aphrodite exchange high fives, bringing the Goddess of Love back into the action.
With undisguised contempt, Ashley presses bootleather to Diamond’s mug, scraping the Biker Babe’s beautiful features once... twice... and thrice. And with the challenger still helpless, Locke turns and sprints across the ring to the Body Shop corner. She can do this with no fear, as Meggerz Fletcher remains on her back, all but insensate on the apron. Ashley’s lengthy stems cover the distance in no time, allowing her to swiftly change course and now race TOWARD Diamond, diving into a dropkick that BLASTS into the challenger’s face.
The Biker Babe’s spasms are all Locke needs to see to know how well her Offering to Nike had been received. Rising, Ashley undoes the binds holding the brunette in place, allowing Laura to pool in the corner. Grasping a handful of hair, the leggy blonde hauls Diamond up, spinning the challenger to present her back. Ashley then dips, pushing her head between the brunette’s thighs from behind, then straightening and lifting Laura onto her shoulders. Clamping down on Diamond’s wrists, the Goddess of Love abruptly falls backward, Laura’s back and the back of her head SLAMMED into the canvas by the electric chair drop.
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJSAC1Mxzx4
Ashley rolls to all fours... and, rather than rise, she crawls toward the splattered challenger. Settling into place on Laura’s lap, Aphrodite sits back, her luscious legs snaking around Diamond’s waist as she pulls the vacant-eyed brunette up to a seated position as well. Locke leans forward, pressing her lips to the Biker Babe’s forehead... and then she roughly pushes Laura’s face into her cleavage, Ashley’s thighs flexing as she clinches in her bodyscissors at the same time.
Love’s Labors Won prompts the captured brunette to begin writhing and flailing, but there’s nowhere for her to go. Within seconds, Laura’s struggles begin to slacken, her muffled cries growing softer, more plaintive...
... it’s not even ten seconds before Diamond has been rendered perfectly stilled.
The referee takes a light grip on Laura’s wrist, and he raises her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!
And with that, the referee calls for the bell.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, Locke continuing to enjoy the faint tug of Diamond’s lips against her skin while her fellow Goddesses enter the ring, “your winners, via knockout... and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Panny and Pappy take their belts, while the official orders Locke to release the front sleeper. Ashley hesitates, with a bright smile... but finally, Aphrodite lets go, allowing a greasy faced Biker Bomb to tumble backward. Diamond’s upper body hits the canvas with a dull thud, arms splayed over her head, a thin line of drool running down her left cheek.
And, once again, an emphatic statement has been made by FAWN resident divinity.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
LAURA DIAMOND:
The pairing might be new to the FAWN Arena, having so far put in most of their work on the house show circuit, but the music that accompanies it is decidedly old school—namely Steppenwolf’s “Born to be Wild”. But in addition to the music pumping out over the speakers, there’s also the sound of a revving engine—and that sound is decidedly live. A moment later, and its source—a PAIR of Harley Davidson—drive onto the stage, earning a MASSIVE pop from the audience. Of course, it’s not just the bikes that impress them. The well-built blonde and brunette lovelies astride the hogs.
Laura’s silver fightin’ two piece is visible underneath an open black leather jacket and chaps, her eyes hidden behind shades, and is certainly deserving of plenty of praise. Meanwhile, every one of Meggerz Fletcher’impressive curves is tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank--that, like Laura’s garb, is partially hidden underneath an open black leather jacket--and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there are also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
"BORN TO BE WILD”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIfvwwPSHCI
Riding their bikes all the way down to ring, Laura and Meggerz take opposing turns away from the ringsteps, Diamond parking her Harley near the other ringpost and Fletcher closer to the announce station. Slipping off her mount, the young brunette takes off her shades, slipping them into the pocket of her jacket. Then, beaming, Diamond takes a quick lap around the ring, reaching to slap as many hands as she can before bounding up the steel steps. All smiles, Meggerz wastes little time marching in joining her partner, hardly skimping on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap is complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slips through the ropes.
Sliding through the ropes, Laura leaps onto the middle rope, pumping a fist to an appreciative cheer, before jumping down and beginning the process of slipping out of her leathers. No sooner is Fletcher in the ring does she turn toward the opposite corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. While relatively new to the FAWN Arena, their last outing--an impressive win over a formidable union in Bootyshock--left the crowd with a bit of hope that a monumental upset might be on the horizon...
The FAWNatics continue to shower the sisters with applause and appreciation, but their ovation is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopoulos... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
PANDORA:
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
ASHLEY LOCKE:
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOULOS:
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopoulos. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the Sisters and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
There is perhaps one clue: Pandora and Locke carry the straps over their shoulders, Adrianna left free of any cargo.
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Pandora and Ashley slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind Meggerz and Laura--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers. As Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, Papadopoulos descends to the floor. The question of their make-up now settled, the Goddesses begins to discuss strategy as the official takes both titles, raising them to the rafters.
There isn’t much discussion on the Body Shop side of the ring about who should start out. Apparently ready to concede her coming up on the short end of the height, weight AND experience ledgers in this contest, Laura Diamond withdraws to her corner. On the other side of the ring, it’s not as clear cut a choice. Ordinarily, Pandora tended to take up station in the Three’s corner to open, standing as an utterly imposing second wave...
... but on this occasion, the Beach Goddess remains in the ring, Locke slipping through the ropes and out onto the apron.
Meggerz saunters out her corner, walking toward Pandora with an unmistakable swagger--and it was hard to say she didn’t have a right to, especially the nearer Fletcher and Panny moved to one another. Unlike most women, the Darling of Darlington only gave up about an inch and a couple of pounds to one of the most dominant forces FAWN had ever seen. Even the Greasemonkey’s generous curves appear almost every bit as dangerous with the blondes standing nose to nose and chest to chest.
“How’s it feel?” Meggerz asks. “Taking on someone who’s not scared of you?”
“It doesn’t feel right, actually,” Pandora replies. “Like I was taking on someone from a Special Ed course. I mean, not to be afraid of me, CLEARLY there’s something not right in your heeeuuunnnnngggghhhhh...”
Fletcher’s palms SLAPPED into Panny’s bosom, knocking the former World and reigning Tag Team champion backward a step and a half, the FAWNatics responding with a gasp of shock, awe... and a little alarm.
Righting herself, the voluptuous blonde champion turns narrowed eyes toward this impudent upstart. “Oh, you’re going to regret that. More than you can possibly imagine. By the time we’re done with you and your little biker Chihuahua, you’re gonna be BEGGING Bethany to ship your asses back to Bangor...”
The words were still coming out of Pandora’s mouth as her hand split the air, her palm striking Fletcher’s cheek with resounding ‘THWAAAK!’
Meggerz’s noggin swings with the blow, but as she turns her head, the Darling of Darlington does a HELL of a lot more, LAUNCHING into the Beach Goddess with a barrage of forearms to the bosom. And when Pandora is knocked into retreat, the FAWNatics ERUPT in cheers. Before long, the curvy blonde finds her back in tight against the ropes, Fletcher bodying in and taking her wrist, preparing to launch the former World and current Tag champion on her way with an Irish whip...
... but Pandora grabs hold of the top rope, her heels dug in, the Beach Goddess smirking as she shakes her head at the novice.
Fletcher tries again... and Panny’s eyes widen when her fingers slip away from the rubber coated steel. But she rights herself in time to reverse the whip, sending Meggerz racing toward the ropes. As the Greasemonkey rebounds off the cables, Pandora charges toward her, extending her arms and looking to decapitate the challenger with a lariat...
... but the Darling of Darlington demonstrates some awareness and resourcefulness of her own, ducking the scythe and carrying on past Pandora. Hitting the ropes, Meggerz shoots back toward the champion--and extends her OWN arm, aiming to bring an early end to the Three’s night--and reign--by making Pandora Hit the Wall.
HIT THE WALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgInH0M_ccw
In the Body Shop corner, Laura Diamond threads a shapely leg through the ropes, anticipating a collision and ready to charge in and keep Ashley Locke from making the save. Alas, it proves unnecessary, for Pandora ducks the massive lariat. The Beach Goddess then takes off, BOTH curvy blondes sprinting into the ropes, bounding off the cables and lowering a shoulder as they zero in on their opposite number...
... and when both women hit, NEITHER woman goes down. Panny takes a half step backward, Meggerz a full stride, but they each maintain their balance--earning a round of applause from the impressed audience.
For a lingering moment, Pandora and Fletcher simply glared at one another. If either of them share the crowd’s awe, it doesn’t show on their faces. Gradually, the two blondes close the gap between them, tying up. After a brief struggle for dominance, Meggerz works the imposing Beach Goddess into a hammerlock.
Panny grunts, her free hand slapping at her shoulder... before she summons a reversal. But again, the Greasemonkey proves to have an answer--first by reversing the hammerlock into a renewed one of her own, then by pressing a boot in just underneath Pandora’s right knee, forcing the bigger blonde to kneel. Breaking the hammerlock of her own accord, Fletcher cocks her elbow, bringing it down into the crown of the champ’s skull.
Pandora’s bell looks to be rung, but not so much that she can’t start to rise while Meggerz backpedals into the ropes. But the Darling of Darlington catches the Beach Goddess right underneath the jaw with a wicked Big Boot. The house is rocking when Panny hits the deck. She doesn’t stay there long, but this time, her rise is at the behest of the Greasemonkey, Meggerz scooping her up... and dropping to one knee, depositing Pandora across her outstretched thigh with a backbreaker.
BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTxDrR_lGQY
Sending the groaning champion tumbling to the mat with a shove, Meggerz turns to her corner and slaps the extended hand of Laura Diamond. And as the Biker Babe slips into the ring, Fletcher yanks Pandora back to verticality with a handful of hair. Locking an arm around the Beach Goddess’ neck, Meggerz muscles her opponent aloft, only to drop her on her impressive chest with a gourdbuster.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
The impact sends the voluptuous blonde bouncing to her back--and perfectly aligned with the newly arrived Laura Diamond. The brunette grabs the top rope as she throws her weight back into the cables, her feet flying into the air before she reverses course, connecting with Pandora’s bronzed belly with her Road Rash. Diamond bounces a couple of inches into the air, reaching to hook a leg as she settles in for the cover...
ROAD RASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6RXUrXV1oI
ONE...
KICKOUT.
A STRONG kickout from Pandora.
Springing back to her feet, Laura turns to the Body Shop corner, tagging Meggerz back into the match. And, like her partner, Diamond does not make an immediate exit--but Fletcher’s entry is belayed as well, the Darling of Darlington climbing to the top rope. Waiting as Laura struggles to assist Pandora to her feet, Meggerz then leaps, extending her arm and catching the Beach Goddess across the throat with a diving clothesline.
DIVING CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI10zpJYY1I
The Greasemonkey scrambles atop the fallen champion, hooking both legs and scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora kicks out.
Peeling the glistening Beach Goddess off the canvas, Meggerz manages to sling Pandora across her shoulder with uncharacteristic ease for one of Panny’s opponents. She then starts to charge toward the far corner, intending to sling the Courtier face first into the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes...
... but Pandora wriggles out the backdoor. Landing on her feet, the bigger blonde’s hands SLAM into Fletcher’s shoulderblades, shoving the Greasemonkey toward the corner--and with Meggerz already at full speed, she can’t slam on the brakes. She also can’t manage to turn her back into the buckles, the challenger’s belly and bosom blasting into the thin leather padding...
... and if only that was where Fletcher’s troubles ended.
But Pandora doesn’t settle for shoving her foe into the corner--she races in after, DRIVING Meggerz deeper into the buckles with an emphatic splash. Stepping back, Panny spins a suddenly breathless Greasemonkey around, snatching her wrist and whipping her toward the opposite corner...
... and absolutely BURYING Meggerz under one hundred and fifty-one pounds of Beach Goddess, connecting with a second splash. Pandora steps back, allowing the Darling of Darlington to stumble out of the corner... and into the champion’s arms, Panny embracing her opponent before slinging Fletcher to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgO5wCyeeE8
With the FAWNatics finally muted, Pandora shuffles to her corner and brings in Aphrodite with a tag. Advancing on a slowly rising Greasemonkey, Locke clamps her arms around Fletcher’s midsection while the challenger is still doubled over. And then, displaying some muscle, the slightly smaller blonde grunts and hoists Meggerz off her feet, depositing her harshly to the mat with a gutwrench suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTYoM5lFMqQ
Climbing to her feet, Ashley claims a handful of blonde locks, stuffing Fletcher’s noggin between her thighs and clamping down with a tight standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the challenger’s waist, Locke swings the Greasemonkey up onto her shoulders before DRIVING Meggerz into the canvas with a powerbomb. Keeping hold of the bigger blonde’s gams, Locke leans forward, her hands above Fletcher’s shoulders as she collects the...
FOLDING POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQB6--WTg-o
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Fletcher kicks out.
Sending a parting stomp to the Greasemonkey’s abdomen, Locke skips back to her corner and tags in Pandora. And a now well-rested and VENGEFUL Beach Goddess returns to the ring, stalking the challenger and scraping her off the canvas. Dipping a shoulder, Panny slips an arm through Fletcher’s thighs, powering her foe up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. But before the referee can even think about asking for a submission, Pandora genuflects, tossing the Darling of Darlington off her shoulders, over her head, and dropping Meggerz’s spine across her poster knee.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k
Fletcher rolls to her right hip, her back arched as she cries out in pain. “Shut up,” the Beach Goddess snaps, a stomp to the smaller blonde’s left hip forcing Meggerz to her belly. But if she wanted her opponent to keep quiet, a stomp to the small of Fletcher’s back ripping a wail out of the Greasemonkey as she grinds in her heel. Relenting, Panny hairhauls Fletcher up and snakes her arms around Meggerz’s waist. “Up you go, babe,” Pandora purrs, swinging her foe up onto her shoulder, then SLAMMING the Darling of Darlington down face, chest and belly first with her Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
“C’MON, MEG!” Laura Diamond shouts from the Body Shop corner, and possibly spurred by her partner’s support, Fletcher starts to drag herself toward a corner. Unfortunately, it’s the WRONG corner, Ashley Locke waiting on the outside.
Inside the ring, Pandora takes a step toward the Biker Babe. “You really that anxious to get embarrassed?” the Beach Goddess asks. “Lark didn’t break a sweat with you, and she was NEVER as good as me...”
“Go ahead and take me lightly,” Laura snarls. “Gonna make kicking your ass all the more...”
Diamond’s voice trails off when a blur of motion catches her eye. Looking past Pandora, and casting her gaze downward, the brunette sees her partner’s feet kicking wildly. Meggerz is still down on her stomach, but now her throat is across the bottom rope--and Ashley Locke’s boot is pressed down hard against the back of her neck. Done with words, Laura starts to burst through the ropes--but the official is quick to cut her off.
Turning away from the zebra and the Biker Babe, Pandora casually strolls toward the strangled challenger. When the Beach Goddess arrives, Ashley pulls back, allowing Panny to hairhaul Meggerz up. She then dips down, burying a shoulder in Fletcher’s stomach and bullying the Greasemonkey up to a perch on the top turnbuckle.
Finally done with Diamond, the referee turns around just in time to see Panny tag out, Locke entering the ring and climbing to the middle rope. When Ashley locks an arm around Meggerz’s neck, the Greasemonkey manages to stuff a couple of short punches into Aphrodite’s abdomen... but a swift, clubbing forearm to the back quells the rebellion. Then, popping her hips, Locke hoists the challenger airborne... but instead of sending Fletcher crashing to the mat INSIDE the ring with a traditional superplex, Ashley drops the Darling of Darlington to the apron outside.
LOVE FROM ON HIGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4Q_Pt_QxU
Meggerz mewls in anguish as she rolls off the apron, dropping to the floor and landing on her hands and knees... almost directly in front of Adrianna Papadopoulos. Seeing this, Ashley immediately draws the official’s attention, allowing the Greek Goddess to scoop Fletcher off the floor. When she shuffles the challenger across her shoulders, more than a few FAWNatics hold the breath. Across the ring, Laura Diamond has a split-second choice to make. And deciding that the straightest route is the shortest, the brunette explodes into the ring... but so, too, does Pandora, the resulting chaos of THREE women in the ring giving Pappy plenty of cover as she rushes toward the near ringpost...
... and SLINGS Meggerz off her shoulder, the blonde’s face BLASTING into the steel ringpost. Landing on her feet, Fletcher’s legs quake as she stumbles and turns, but those stubborn gams refuse to give out fast enough. Instead, they support the Greasemonkey long enough to allow Papadopoulos to SLAM a thunderous punch into Fletcher’s bosom, the curvy brunette connecting with the most diabolical Hand of Athena many FAWNatics could recall witnessing.
Only THEN do Meggerz’s knees liquefy, the gurgling blonde pitching forward, Adrianna’s arms slipping underneath Fletcher’s to catch her. While the official escorts a protesting Laura Diamond back to her corner, Papadopoulos shoves the senseless Darling of Darlington back into the ring. Ashley Locke withdraws to the apron, allowing Pandora to peel her prey off the mat. Holding the jelly-legged Greasemonkey in front of her, allowing Meggerz to slump back against her chest, the Beach Goddess secures a half nelson, nudging her head underneath the slightly smaller blonde’s limp free arm. Everyone in the building knows what’s coming next...
... save, of course, for Meggerz Fletcher, who isn’t aware of anything as she’s RIPPED off her feet, swung upside down, and PLANTED between Pandora’s parted stems. The Greek Tragedy leaves the Darling of Darlington upended, shoulders flat against the mat, ass cheeks raised to the heavens. Pandora plants her palms against the challenger’s tush, and when the official is finally done with the Biker Babe, he seems to have lost track of the legal women in this match consider he slides down to slap off the...
ONE...
Again, Laura slips a leg through the ropes...
TWO...
... but the brunette hesitates, when she registers just how devoid of consciousness her partner has been rendered.
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora shoves at Meggerz’ rump, sending the obliterated blonde tumbling into a boneless tangle of limbs. As the FAWNatics explode into boos and howls of outrage, the Beach Goddess rises, tugging Fletcher up as well. Grabbing two handfuls of the Greasemonkey’s tank, Panny TOSSES the broken body of one-half of the challengers into the Body Shop’s corner. “I think you ought to earn your check tonight,” she grins at Laura. “Don’t you, bytch?”
Laura glares at the imposing blonde, clearly in no hurry to face off with Pandora... but also not willing to back down. Almost gingerly, Diamond sinks into a crouch, so that she can reach through the ropes and pat the slumbering Meggerz’s shoulder. Tag made, the Biker Babe slides into the ring, Panny holding her ground with two outstretched arms... and a bemused smirk. Throwing caution to the wind, Laura charges, leaping into a forearm to the chest... and a second... and a third.
The blows add up, and by the third, Panny takes a step backward--but ONLY a step. Pivoting on one heel, the brunette starts to sprint toward the ropes...
... when Pandora’s hands lash out, claiming a double handful of raven tresses and YANKING backward, Laura’s legs flying out from under her and sending her crashing to the deck. The Beach Goddess then hops ever so slightly into the air, laying out and dropping her belly across Diamond’s face before the Biker Babe can get away, landing her signature Tummy Tuck splash.
Picking herself up, Pandora tugs Laura up, stuffing the brunette’s head under her left arm and grabbing a handful of silver spandex. Popping her hips, the Beach Goddess muscles the challenger into the air... and keeps her there, suspending the Biker Babe for a solid five seconds before tossing her down, Panny herself crashing atop Diamond’s chest with the delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bD2Js9gCk0
Rather than go for a cover, Pandora climbs to her feet, scooping Laura up and carrying her to the Three’s corner. Turning the Biker Babe upside down, the voluptuous blonde drops the pits of Diamond’s knees against the top rope, Ashley Locke earning a rebuke from the official when she hooks the brunette’s feet under the top turnbuckle. With Laura lashed to the Tree of Woe, Panny and Aphrodite exchange high fives, bringing the Goddess of Love back into the action.
With undisguised contempt, Ashley presses bootleather to Diamond’s mug, scraping the Biker Babe’s beautiful features once... twice... and thrice. And with the challenger still helpless, Locke turns and sprints across the ring to the Body Shop corner. She can do this with no fear, as Meggerz Fletcher remains on her back, all but insensate on the apron. Ashley’s lengthy stems cover the distance in no time, allowing her to swiftly change course and now race TOWARD Diamond, diving into a dropkick that BLASTS into the challenger’s face.
The Biker Babe’s spasms are all Locke needs to see to know how well her Offering to Nike had been received. Rising, Ashley undoes the binds holding the brunette in place, allowing Laura to pool in the corner. Grasping a handful of hair, the leggy blonde hauls Diamond up, spinning the challenger to present her back. Ashley then dips, pushing her head between the brunette’s thighs from behind, then straightening and lifting Laura onto her shoulders. Clamping down on Diamond’s wrists, the Goddess of Love abruptly falls backward, Laura’s back and the back of her head SLAMMED into the canvas by the electric chair drop.
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJSAC1Mxzx4
Ashley rolls to all fours... and, rather than rise, she crawls toward the splattered challenger. Settling into place on Laura’s lap, Aphrodite sits back, her luscious legs snaking around Diamond’s waist as she pulls the vacant-eyed brunette up to a seated position as well. Locke leans forward, pressing her lips to the Biker Babe’s forehead... and then she roughly pushes Laura’s face into her cleavage, Ashley’s thighs flexing as she clinches in her bodyscissors at the same time.
Love’s Labors Won prompts the captured brunette to begin writhing and flailing, but there’s nowhere for her to go. Within seconds, Laura’s struggles begin to slacken, her muffled cries growing softer, more plaintive...
... it’s not even ten seconds before Diamond has been rendered perfectly stilled.
The referee takes a light grip on Laura’s wrist, and he raises her arm...
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMES!!!
And with that, the referee calls for the bell.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, Locke continuing to enjoy the faint tug of Diamond’s lips against her skin while her fellow Goddesses enter the ring, “your winners, via knockout... and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Panny and Pappy take their belts, while the official orders Locke to release the front sleeper. Ashley hesitates, with a bright smile... but finally, Aphrodite lets go, allowing a greasy faced Biker Bomb to tumble backward. Diamond’s upper body hits the canvas with a dull thud, arms splayed over her head, a thin line of drool running down her left cheek.
And, once again, an emphatic statement has been made by FAWN resident divinity.