Post by alyadmirer on Oct 20, 2015 7:25:48 GMT
No sooner had the ring been cleared from the previous contest, the arena’s sound system comes to life, pumping out an altogether new entrance anthem. But while the air fills with the sound of Sumo Cyco’s “Get Off”, the upcoming arrivals are anything BUT unfamiliar.
“GET OFF”:
STUDIO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvLLEAP0rGk
LIVE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AexMGrQu-vk )
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado... She stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RILEY SHAYNE! And her partner, coming to us tonight from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen rockin’ pounds... She is AJ SWANN, and together, they are... the HEEEAAARRRTTTBBBRRREEEAAAKKKEEERRRSSS!!!!! ”
AJ SWANN:
RILEY SHAYNE:
Two figures emerge at the top of the ramp, one a blonde and tan blur of motion, darting to the edge of the ramp and rallying the crowd with a pumped fist, the other a more fair-skinned and multi-hued maned (predominately blues, purples and greens) similarly racing to the opposite edge of the stage and firing THOSE fans up. With the house roaring its approval, Riley Shayne and AJ Swann meet at the center of the stage, the duo exchanging a pair of high fives... and this fairly more sedate by comparison moment allows the crowd to realize that both Swann and Shayne have ditched their individual looks for a more uniform set of togs.
The blonde and multi-hued hotties each are dressed tonight in plaid mini skirts--predominately red in AJ’s case and blue for Riley--and white tank tops. But even with the more uniform look, the duo sport differences: AJ wears narrow red suspenders with her ensemble, Riley does not. Swann sports her trademark tattered fishnets, while Riley’s shapely gams are more exposed. And while the Hardcore Heartbreaker wears a gray sleeve on her right elbow, the Coloradical Kid sports one on her left. There are even differences in their similarities--Swann’s tank sports her cracked, bleeding heart logo at her bosom; Shayne’s chest is adorned with the emblem of a broken table. AJ sports her black, skeletal-print gloves and her ever-present bandana--aqua tonight--around her right wrist, while this evening Riley has opted to tie a white one around her left wrist. And both women wear white kneepads and boots.
Side by side, the young stars race down to the ring, Shayne winning the sprint and diving under the bottom rope first. Springing back to her feet quickly, the death-defying blonde throws up both hands. The blonde is CLEARLY amped for for tonight’s contest when she bellows, “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?!”
The crowd responds in an overwhelming affirmative.
The FAWNatics don’t appear to hold Riley’s eagerness to get in the ring against this new union, as AJ performs a detour. Swann circuits ringside, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach--and in fact, the Canadian cutie performs TWO laps, one on behalf of her partner.
Springing onto the apron, Swann pauses for a moment to wipe her boots, then slips a leg through the ropes. Pulling her frame through the cables in one swift motion, AJ all but bounces to the nearest corner, where she mounts the middle buckle and thrust both arms above her head--the crowd roaring even louder in response. The raucous reception from the FAWNatics leaves little doubt, they have forgiven her for the sin of being led astray--however momentarily--by the Malevolent Moralizer, Miranda Wainwright. Jumping down from the corner, AJ’s smile stays just as bright as she joins her young, blonde, enthusiastic compatriot, claiming their corner as they await the arrival of their opposition.
“And at this time,” the announcer resumes, “will you please welcome... Rachelle Leah.”
RACHELLE LEAH:
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Playtime’s over, boys and girls,” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk.
The crowd erupts into jeers, but Rachelle’s smirk remains firmly in place.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Leah continues, “hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
ALYSON VALLEY:
BEVERLY VALLEY
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits are enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded )
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look exactly the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!” And around their waists, Aly and Bev sport the title belts they had first stolen, then won plainly in open combat.
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
The Valleys had built a considerable legacy for themselves with an impressive tag title reign, but had scarcely been seen in the FAWN Arena since dropping the belts to the Big Guns. Their last appearance? Being annihilated at the hands of the Three, not that many other teams couldn’t make the same claim. But almost certainly, Aly and Bev were of a mind to make up for lost time.
One of the Valley Girls--for argument’s sake, we’ll say Aly--elects to depart the ring, while on the other side, the Coloradical Kid slips through the ropes. And as the bells sounds, AJ and Beverly move out of their corners, circling, drawing closer... until they surge toward a collar and elbow tie up.
At least, that’s what it looks like.
At the last instant, Swann ducks her rainbow haired head, shooting past the charging Bev and slipping in behind. Her arms coiling around the blonde’s midsection, AJ locks in a tight waistlock, the former tag champ’s hands pawing and clawing at the wrists of the Hardcore Heartbreaker.
Eventually, Valley manages to break the clasp--and, keeping her grip on one wrist, she wheels around behind Swann’s back, wrenching the Canadian cutie’s arm in a hammerlock. But it only lasts for a moment before AJ works her arm free--and, acting more quickly, Swann reaches over her shoulder, grabbing her opponent by the head and depositing Bev on her rump with a snapmare. In the next instant, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rushes into the ropes behind Valley, a cheer running through the FAWN Arena as she runs up Beverly’s back, the former tag champ barely posing a speedbump as AJ races into the opposite cables. Shooting off the strands, Swann launches a dropkick that catches the seated Valley flush in the jaw.
SNAPMARE SPEEDBUMP DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cC42EqsO6yE
Snatching a handful of Bev’s locks, AJ leads the former tag champ into Heartbreaker country, Riley Shayne practically vibrating on the apron in anticipation of Swann extending her hand. When she does, the blonde reaches over eagerly, making the tag as AJ trades in her grip on Valley’s tresses for her wrist. As the Hardcore Heartbreaker pulls Bev’s arm out to the side, the Coloradical Kid delivers a swift boot to the ribs, drawing a loud protest from the Step-MILF at ringside.
Bev staggers back, but rights herself quickly. More importantly, she balls a fist and fires toward Riley. Only Shayne hooks the incoming wing, her other arm reaching for Valley’s leg. With a small grunt, the smaller blonde puts some power on display, muscling Beverly airborne before slamming her down with the Orange Crush.
ORANGE CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4g0tAXQ8XQQ
The Coloradical Kid is back on her feet in a shot, yanking Beverly to hers with a handful of hair before sending her off with an Irish whip. Valley had barely taken her first step away from Shayne when the young blonde turns and sprints toward the cables to Bev’s left. The pair of blonde’s criss-cross the ring twice, until Riley slings an arm around Beverly’s neck and drags the former tag champ along with her toward the ropes. Leaving her feet, Shayne dives through the gap between the middle and top rope, Bev dropping throat first across the rubber coated steel.
LANDSLIDE BULLDOG, inspired by @0:17...:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSHVu1cTzxs
Riley climbs back onto the apron pretty quickly, the Coloradical Kid and the Hardcore Heartbreaker side by side with a sputtering, kneeling Beverly Valley between them. “Not bad, kid,” AJ grins as her partner slips her upper body through the ropes.
“Thank you, thank you,” Shayne replies, stretching her arm out above Bev’s back, palm up. Swann brings her hand sweeping down, making the tag. Riley then pulls back to the outside as the multi-hued hottie vaults over the top rope. Turning to Beverly, the Hardcore Heartbreaker gives Valley a helping hand the rest of the way up, then raps her arms around the former tag champ’s waist. And before Beverly can figure out another escape, AJ thrusts her weight forward, allowing the cables to propel her and Valley back in a sort of mini-O’Connor Roll.
O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
Beverly scrambles back to her feet, but considering AJ had never left hers, the Canadian cutie retains the upper hand. Again, AJ’s arms slip around Bev’s waist--this time with the duo facing one another, Swann intending to go In Utero. But before she can lift Valley off her feet, the former tag champ fashions her nails into talons, raking them across Swann’s eyes. The Hardcore Heartbreaker starts to let out a piercing shriek, but the volume is turned down considerably when Valley’s fingers follow up by jabbing into AJ’s windpipe.
With our rainbow-haired heroine blinded and gasping, Bev turns and scurries to her corner, getting a much needed tag to Alyson. Aly shoots through the ropes and charges Swann from behind, leaping into the air and extending her hand. “AJ, LOOK OUT!” Riley tries to warn her partner, but Swann was still sightless. She could feel Alyson’s fingers plunge into her locks well enough, Valley DRIVING her face into the mat with a one handed bulldog. And as AJ flops to her back, Alyson goes for the cover...
ONE HANDED BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hz0aAjKCohM
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!!!
Alyson rises, hairhauling the Hardcore Heartbreaker up alongside. Taking Swann’s wrist, Valley ducks and steps, drawing AJ’s arm across her own throat. Aly then kicks out her legs, falling to the mat and drilling Swann with a cutthroat neckbreaker.
CUTTHROAT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QSpTZFOgnw
Rising, Aly skips to her corner, tagging her twin. But instead of exiting the ring, Alyson returns to the downed Heartbreaker. With a twinkle in her eye, Aly pulls AJ to her feet and pulls her into a loose embrace. And where AJ had failed moments before, Alyson is successful, lifting Swann off her feet before dropping to one knee, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that propels the multi-hued hottie off Valley’s knee and into a 180 degree turn...
... which sends the slack-jawed Swann into the arms of Beverly Valley.
“That what you were trying for?” Bev asks, muscling AJ aloft. “This is how it’s done!” And with that, Beverly genuflects, AJ’s kitty blasted with a SECOND inverted atomic drop. The Canadian cutie vaults away, somehow STILL maintaining her footing as she turns and staggers into the embrace of Alyson...
... and, sure enough, into a THIRD inverted atomic drop!
The toughness and resiliency of one AJ Swann has become a bit of FAWN legend, but sometimes, it would be best to just... go... down. Instead, the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s quaking gams refuse to surrender, sending her stumbling back into Bev’s arms. “ Noooo... pleeeeeaaaasseee...” AJ manages to croak, her voice almost inaudible...
... and unable to move Beverly, who performs the FOURTH inverted atomic drop to poor AJ Swann.
FINALLY, the Canadian cutie’s legs can take no more, the teary-eyed Heartbreaker sinking to her knees before pitching forward, Swann’s tush swaying in the air as her boots drum the canvas. As Alyson finally makes her exit--just moments before Riley Shayne was ready to toss her out, the Coloradical Kid’s leg still inside the ring--Beverly saunters into a standing straddle of AJ’s back. Taking a seat just above the curve of Swann’s glutes, Bev slips the Canadian cutie’s arms over her thighs before securing the chinlock that completed the camel clutch. And as Valley cranks back on her neck, AJ is forced to look at her concerned partner, Riley using one hand to lead cheers as her other stretches into the ring. But neither Heartbreakers’ arm is long enough to bridge the distance between them.
“Try climbing onto the bottom rope,” Bev offers to Shayne, helpfully.
AJ wasn’t close to reaching either her partner or the ropes, but Valley still breaks the hold. Yanking Swann to her feet with a handful of hair, Bev tosses the rainbow-haired hottie toward the Valley corner... and then turns to the referee. “What do you think of my new outfit?” she asks.
“Ummmmmm...” the official stammers. “Isn’t... it... your usual outfit?”
Bev gives the man’s bicep the gentlest of punches. “Of course not, silly! Take a good look. I’m sure you can find the difference. Here’s a hint...”
Beverly rises onto her tippy toes and arches her back.
“It’s NOT my bottoms.”
With the referee thoroughly engrossed, Alyson smiles as AJ starts to pull herself up against the ropes. With Swann’s throat just above the middle cable, Aly turns her back to the ring, deftly applying a standing headscissors that not only crushes Swann’s skull, but drives her windpipe deeper into the rubber coated steel. The FAWNatics immediately begin to let her have it, to which Alyson responds by swishing her hips--with AJ’s noggin still locked in the vice.
“OH, FOR CHR!ST’S SAKE!!!” Riley wails, the Coloradical Kid launching herself into the ring. But she had barely cleared the ropes when Bev grabs the ref’s shoulders, spinning him to face the charging Heartbreaker. His quest for answers momentarily forgotten, the man intercepts Shayne as Aly relinquishes her headscissors rope choke.
Swann lets out a throaty gasp as she can finally draw a clean breath, the Hardcore Heartbreaker slumping to her side and taking a seat in the Valley corner. But her respite is short lived, Bev arriving to send stomp after stomp after stomp to AJ’s chest. Outside the ring, Aly steps across the ringpost to the other side of the apron, then slips through the ropes. She then begins to unload HER bootleather against AJ’s bosom, while Bev departs the ring.
And then Beverly steps across the ringpost, returning to the ring from the other side of the apron. As Aly departs, Bev resumes putting the boots to AJ. It’s a process that carries on for several seconds, while Riley Shayne continues to plead an impassioned case to the referee. But when he holds firm, the young blonde returns to her corner, allowing the zebra to turn toward the illegal double teaming. “HEY!” he shouts, marching over to the corner. “ONE OF YOU, OUT!”
“Yes, sir, ociffer,” Bev replies with a grin, remaining on the apron as Alyson pulls the breathless Heartbreaker up to her feet.
“I give up,” the ref says. “What’s the difference?”
“Huh?” Alyson replies, bullying Swann back into a neutral corner.
“The difference. I don’t see it.”
“OH!” Aly replies. “That’s Alyson’s gear. Mine’s the same as always.”
Leaving him to try and make sense of that, the Natural Clone whips Swann toward the opposite corner with all her strength. AJ barely manages to turn her back into the buckles, the impact sending a shimmy though Swann’s stems that leads the rainbow-haired hottie to plop to a seat. And then Aly is off, sprinting across the ring, leaping and swiveling to SMASH AJ’s face with her Tush Push.
TUSH PUSH @0:47:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6RYG4RD1Os
Snatching onto another handful of hair, Alyson pushes AJ’s eyes down across the middle rope, then DRAAAAAAAAAAGS the squealing Heartbreaker toward the Valley corner. After tagging her sister, Aly tugs the blinded Swann to her feet, then yanks AJ into a wicked shortarm clothesline.
SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9ttGzQ6Cw4
“COME ON!” the referee barks. “OUT OF THE RING, BEVERLY!”
“BUT I WAS TAGGED!” Bev replies, halfway into the ring from the apron. With the official again flummoxed, Valley grabs AJ’s ankles, raising her legs and stepping over the Hardcore Heartbreaker. Sinking into a crouch, Beverly applies the Boston crab.
“What do you say, AJ?” the ref asks, Swann’s only response a shake of the head.
“I don’t hear you,” Bev remarks, sinking a little lower into her crouch. “Come on, AJ. Sing it!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the Hardcore Heartbreaker wails, but her options are limited. The ropes are close enough to crawl to... but doing so would lead her ever deeper into Valley territory. Still, there was only so much bending her spine could take, so Swann digs her elbows into the mat. It only takes a few inches for AJ to be able to reach out and grasp the bottom rope, forcing a break... or, at least, a five count.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
“FINE!” Bev pouts, tossing down AJ’s stems and rising to her full height. Peeling the Hardcore Heartbreaker off the mat, Valley next turns her torturous attentions to Swann’s torso, cinching in an abdominal stretch, griiiiiinding her free elbow into the Canadian cutie’s exposed flank for good measure. When the official sinks down, checking on AJ, Beverly reaches her hand behind her, allowing Alyson to grab hold--and raising the volume of the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s screams.
Still, she doesn’t surrender.
“WATCH THEM, REF!” Riley shouts, prompting the official to look up--but the Valleys have already let go. Releasing the ab stretch, Bev smirks as AJ sinks to one knee--all the easier to guide her head between Valley’s thighs. The standing headscissors in place, Beverly snakes her arms around Swann’s belly, lifting the Hardcore Heartbreaker off her feet--and then dropping to her knees, SPIKING AJ’s skull with a piledriver.
With the rainbow-haired hottie left shuddering on the canvas, a kneeling Bev reaches out her hand for the tag. Aly accepts, then starts to scale her way to the top rope. Meanwhile, a risen Beverly circles to above AJ’s head. Leaning forward, Valley gathers Swann’s ankles, lifting her legs and holding them apart in a loose ‘V’...
... at which point Alyson takes flight, driving her forehead into AJ’s crotch with her Muff Dive headbutt.
Alyson climbs over her foe, settling into a seat atop AJ’s chest, reaching back and hooking a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!
AJ thrusts a balled fist heavenward, but even if she hadn’t, Riley Shayne arrives in time to dislodge Alyson with a boot to the head. As the ref ushers the Coloradical Kid back to her corner, Aly tags her sister back in, both Natural Clones sinking into expectant crouches as they wait for Swann to pick herself up.
With some effort, AJ starts to rise, the Hardcore Heartbreaker staggering toward Alyson when...
‘CRAAACK!’
Aly EXPLODES out of her crouch, catching the Canadian cutie with a devastating superkick. AJ stumbles and swivels, her shaking stems very nearly turned to water, but supporting her long enough to...
‘CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!’
Bev connects true with a superkick of her own, the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s noggin sent on a swivel. AJ turns away, her gait quaking with each step, the multi-hued hottie staggers toward her corner, Riley straaaaaining to reach her hand into the ring. And somehow, Swann manages to lift her right arm...
... and then her eyes roll back, the Hardcore Heartbreaker dropping to her knees, then pitching forward onto her chest. Bev immediately shovels her over and hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AJ GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Bev responds to Swann’s defiance with a blistering slap, which meets with little more than a gurgle from the seemingly senseless Swann. Climbing to her feet, Beverly grabs an ankle and a wrist, dragging AJ to the Valley corner. She then tags her sisters, before departing to the apron--but Alyson stays outside, too. Together, the Natural Clones make their way to the top turnbuckle, each sister with an arm across the other’s shoulders for support. And together, the Valley Girls leap into the air, Alyson laying out and Beverly extending her shapely gams...
TIDAL WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=er6C6-l0lec
... ONLY FOR AJ SWANN TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!
Suddenly, with BOTH Valley’s taken out in the ring, the FAWNatics have hope. In the Heartbreakers corner, Riley Swann is practically bouncing high enough to touch the ceiling--although her hand is extended every inch she can manage into the ring. “I’M RIGHT HERE, AJ!!!” the Coloradical Kid shouts. “THEY CAN’T STOP YOU! TAG ME IN! PLEEEAAASSEE!!!!”
Shayne finally manages to stop hopping, and to begin stomping one boot against the apron--and her rhythm is quickly picked up by the FAWNatics, who clap in kid. And at last, the Hardcore Heartbreaker begins to snakecrawl her way toward salvation. Behind her, Beverly manages to roll onto her back, the wind knocked out of her from her landing. Meanwhile, Alyson’s tailbone is throbbing, but spying Swann almost to her corner brings a clarity which dulls the pain. From her hands and knees, Aly starts to scamper toward a desperate grab of AJ’s ankle...
... when SWANN DIVES AND SLAPS RILEY’S HAND!
The sound of palm slapping palm propels Alyson to her feet, but Riley is ready, backing the bigger blonde up with a series of forearms. Grabbing a wrist, Shayne starts to whip Aly toward the far corner, but Valley reverses, sending the Coloradical Kid crashing into the buckles. Alyson sprints toward her opponent, but whatever she might have had in mind would remain a mystery as Riley deftly slips through the ropes. Using the middle rope for balance, Shayne sweeps her leg up, catching the charging former tag champ with her pendulum kick.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG5_0pKeLTo
Valley staggers out of the corner, her bell rung, the blonde’s back to Riley. Shayne immediately takes the top rope with both hands and rocks back... and when Alyson starts to turn, the Coloradical Kid takes flight, landing on the top rope and then SOARING toward Valley. Latching her arm around Aly’s neck, Shayne PLANTS the Natural Clone with her devastating signature, Pike’s Peak.
PIKE’S PEAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k
Riley bounces to her feet as if the canvas was a trampoline, but unfortunately for her, Beverly is back on her feet as well--and Valley catches Shayne with a boot to the midsection. Taking advantage of the Coloradical Kid doubling over, Bev locks an arm around her foe’s head, pops her hips, and hoists her aloft for a vertical suplex...
... but as she falls backward, something is quickly and apparently wrong.
Riley’s back is NOT driven into the mat, but instead, the blonde is caught by her partner, AJ Swann assisting Shayne in getting her feet back underneath her. To her credit, Beverly keep from plummeting to the mat and finishing the suplex, but she’s still off balance, which proves an ample enough opening for the Heartbreakers to pepper Valley with boots. AJ starts with a kick to the midsection, followed quickly by another from Shayne. In tandem, Riley and AJ then connect with simultaneous kicks to the belly, before Shayne straightens Bev up with a kick to the jaw. Shayne then launches a high kick to Beverly’s noggin, while AJ launches an enziguiri that connects at the same time, sending Valley crashing to the canvas, face down.
HEARTBREAKING DOUBLETEAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsgbuHYiL_8
As AJ gets to her feet, Riley takes off toward the ropes, and shooting off the strands she leaps toward her partner. Facing down at the mat, Shayne’s legs claim AJ’s hips, her hands dropping to touch the canvas and give Swann’s effort to lift her a little extra boost. With the assist from the rainbow-haired hottie, Riley connects with the wheelbarrow senton.
WHEELBARROW SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAkl0ePEoJc
As Shayne rises, AJ spots the recovering Alyson Valley, and takes matters into her own hands--specifically with a handful of briefs and a handful of locks. Giving the former tag champ the bum’s rush, Swann slings Aly through the ropes, Valley crashing hard to the floor. The Hardcore Heartbreaker than turns back to Bev, scraping her off the canvas as shuffling her up into a fireman’s carry. Riley, meanwhile goes upstairs, and waits as AJ rushes toward her corner. Swann dives to the mat, slamming Beverly down before she rolls through--and the Coloradical Kid launches a picture perfect 450 splash. While Shayne bounces off Valley’s tummy, Swann rolls through to her feet and springs to the top turnbuckle, launching herself back in a moonsault that ALSO finds the target. The Hardcore Highlight Reel concluded, AJ reaches to hook a leg...
HARDCORE HIGHLIGHT REEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUPa3z52jzI
Spotting the Step-MILF thinking about putting up an argument, Shayne races toward the ropes, leaping to the top cable and launching herself at Rachelle with a springboard 450 plancha that takes Leah thoroughly out of the equation.
SPRINGBOARD 450 PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOjvaM1HyOQ
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, as Riley slides back into the ring, “your winners, via pinfall... THE HEEEAAARRRTTTBBBRRREEEAAAKKKEEERRRSSS!!!!!’
The Coloradical Kid LEAPS into her partner’s arms, understandably overwhelmed by the moment. AJ had held gold in FAWN before, but for her? Taking out former tag team champions at Mania? No victory she could think of topped this one on the sweetness scale.
At least, not yet.
“GET OFF”:
STUDIO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvLLEAP0rGk
LIVE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AexMGrQu-vk )
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado... She stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RILEY SHAYNE! And her partner, coming to us tonight from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen rockin’ pounds... She is AJ SWANN, and together, they are... the HEEEAAARRRTTTBBBRRREEEAAAKKKEEERRRSSS!!!!! ”
AJ SWANN:
RILEY SHAYNE:
Two figures emerge at the top of the ramp, one a blonde and tan blur of motion, darting to the edge of the ramp and rallying the crowd with a pumped fist, the other a more fair-skinned and multi-hued maned (predominately blues, purples and greens) similarly racing to the opposite edge of the stage and firing THOSE fans up. With the house roaring its approval, Riley Shayne and AJ Swann meet at the center of the stage, the duo exchanging a pair of high fives... and this fairly more sedate by comparison moment allows the crowd to realize that both Swann and Shayne have ditched their individual looks for a more uniform set of togs.
The blonde and multi-hued hotties each are dressed tonight in plaid mini skirts--predominately red in AJ’s case and blue for Riley--and white tank tops. But even with the more uniform look, the duo sport differences: AJ wears narrow red suspenders with her ensemble, Riley does not. Swann sports her trademark tattered fishnets, while Riley’s shapely gams are more exposed. And while the Hardcore Heartbreaker wears a gray sleeve on her right elbow, the Coloradical Kid sports one on her left. There are even differences in their similarities--Swann’s tank sports her cracked, bleeding heart logo at her bosom; Shayne’s chest is adorned with the emblem of a broken table. AJ sports her black, skeletal-print gloves and her ever-present bandana--aqua tonight--around her right wrist, while this evening Riley has opted to tie a white one around her left wrist. And both women wear white kneepads and boots.
Side by side, the young stars race down to the ring, Shayne winning the sprint and diving under the bottom rope first. Springing back to her feet quickly, the death-defying blonde throws up both hands. The blonde is CLEARLY amped for for tonight’s contest when she bellows, “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?!”
The crowd responds in an overwhelming affirmative.
The FAWNatics don’t appear to hold Riley’s eagerness to get in the ring against this new union, as AJ performs a detour. Swann circuits ringside, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach--and in fact, the Canadian cutie performs TWO laps, one on behalf of her partner.
Springing onto the apron, Swann pauses for a moment to wipe her boots, then slips a leg through the ropes. Pulling her frame through the cables in one swift motion, AJ all but bounces to the nearest corner, where she mounts the middle buckle and thrust both arms above her head--the crowd roaring even louder in response. The raucous reception from the FAWNatics leaves little doubt, they have forgiven her for the sin of being led astray--however momentarily--by the Malevolent Moralizer, Miranda Wainwright. Jumping down from the corner, AJ’s smile stays just as bright as she joins her young, blonde, enthusiastic compatriot, claiming their corner as they await the arrival of their opposition.
“And at this time,” the announcer resumes, “will you please welcome... Rachelle Leah.”
RACHELLE LEAH:
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Playtime’s over, boys and girls,” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk.
The crowd erupts into jeers, but Rachelle’s smirk remains firmly in place.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Leah continues, “hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
ALYSON VALLEY:
BEVERLY VALLEY
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits are enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded )
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look exactly the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!” And around their waists, Aly and Bev sport the title belts they had first stolen, then won plainly in open combat.
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
The Valleys had built a considerable legacy for themselves with an impressive tag title reign, but had scarcely been seen in the FAWN Arena since dropping the belts to the Big Guns. Their last appearance? Being annihilated at the hands of the Three, not that many other teams couldn’t make the same claim. But almost certainly, Aly and Bev were of a mind to make up for lost time.
One of the Valley Girls--for argument’s sake, we’ll say Aly--elects to depart the ring, while on the other side, the Coloradical Kid slips through the ropes. And as the bells sounds, AJ and Beverly move out of their corners, circling, drawing closer... until they surge toward a collar and elbow tie up.
At least, that’s what it looks like.
At the last instant, Swann ducks her rainbow haired head, shooting past the charging Bev and slipping in behind. Her arms coiling around the blonde’s midsection, AJ locks in a tight waistlock, the former tag champ’s hands pawing and clawing at the wrists of the Hardcore Heartbreaker.
Eventually, Valley manages to break the clasp--and, keeping her grip on one wrist, she wheels around behind Swann’s back, wrenching the Canadian cutie’s arm in a hammerlock. But it only lasts for a moment before AJ works her arm free--and, acting more quickly, Swann reaches over her shoulder, grabbing her opponent by the head and depositing Bev on her rump with a snapmare. In the next instant, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rushes into the ropes behind Valley, a cheer running through the FAWN Arena as she runs up Beverly’s back, the former tag champ barely posing a speedbump as AJ races into the opposite cables. Shooting off the strands, Swann launches a dropkick that catches the seated Valley flush in the jaw.
SNAPMARE SPEEDBUMP DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cC42EqsO6yE
Snatching a handful of Bev’s locks, AJ leads the former tag champ into Heartbreaker country, Riley Shayne practically vibrating on the apron in anticipation of Swann extending her hand. When she does, the blonde reaches over eagerly, making the tag as AJ trades in her grip on Valley’s tresses for her wrist. As the Hardcore Heartbreaker pulls Bev’s arm out to the side, the Coloradical Kid delivers a swift boot to the ribs, drawing a loud protest from the Step-MILF at ringside.
Bev staggers back, but rights herself quickly. More importantly, she balls a fist and fires toward Riley. Only Shayne hooks the incoming wing, her other arm reaching for Valley’s leg. With a small grunt, the smaller blonde puts some power on display, muscling Beverly airborne before slamming her down with the Orange Crush.
ORANGE CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4g0tAXQ8XQQ
The Coloradical Kid is back on her feet in a shot, yanking Beverly to hers with a handful of hair before sending her off with an Irish whip. Valley had barely taken her first step away from Shayne when the young blonde turns and sprints toward the cables to Bev’s left. The pair of blonde’s criss-cross the ring twice, until Riley slings an arm around Beverly’s neck and drags the former tag champ along with her toward the ropes. Leaving her feet, Shayne dives through the gap between the middle and top rope, Bev dropping throat first across the rubber coated steel.
LANDSLIDE BULLDOG, inspired by @0:17...:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSHVu1cTzxs
Riley climbs back onto the apron pretty quickly, the Coloradical Kid and the Hardcore Heartbreaker side by side with a sputtering, kneeling Beverly Valley between them. “Not bad, kid,” AJ grins as her partner slips her upper body through the ropes.
“Thank you, thank you,” Shayne replies, stretching her arm out above Bev’s back, palm up. Swann brings her hand sweeping down, making the tag. Riley then pulls back to the outside as the multi-hued hottie vaults over the top rope. Turning to Beverly, the Hardcore Heartbreaker gives Valley a helping hand the rest of the way up, then raps her arms around the former tag champ’s waist. And before Beverly can figure out another escape, AJ thrusts her weight forward, allowing the cables to propel her and Valley back in a sort of mini-O’Connor Roll.
O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
Beverly scrambles back to her feet, but considering AJ had never left hers, the Canadian cutie retains the upper hand. Again, AJ’s arms slip around Bev’s waist--this time with the duo facing one another, Swann intending to go In Utero. But before she can lift Valley off her feet, the former tag champ fashions her nails into talons, raking them across Swann’s eyes. The Hardcore Heartbreaker starts to let out a piercing shriek, but the volume is turned down considerably when Valley’s fingers follow up by jabbing into AJ’s windpipe.
With our rainbow-haired heroine blinded and gasping, Bev turns and scurries to her corner, getting a much needed tag to Alyson. Aly shoots through the ropes and charges Swann from behind, leaping into the air and extending her hand. “AJ, LOOK OUT!” Riley tries to warn her partner, but Swann was still sightless. She could feel Alyson’s fingers plunge into her locks well enough, Valley DRIVING her face into the mat with a one handed bulldog. And as AJ flops to her back, Alyson goes for the cover...
ONE HANDED BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hz0aAjKCohM
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!!!
Alyson rises, hairhauling the Hardcore Heartbreaker up alongside. Taking Swann’s wrist, Valley ducks and steps, drawing AJ’s arm across her own throat. Aly then kicks out her legs, falling to the mat and drilling Swann with a cutthroat neckbreaker.
CUTTHROAT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QSpTZFOgnw
Rising, Aly skips to her corner, tagging her twin. But instead of exiting the ring, Alyson returns to the downed Heartbreaker. With a twinkle in her eye, Aly pulls AJ to her feet and pulls her into a loose embrace. And where AJ had failed moments before, Alyson is successful, lifting Swann off her feet before dropping to one knee, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that propels the multi-hued hottie off Valley’s knee and into a 180 degree turn...
... which sends the slack-jawed Swann into the arms of Beverly Valley.
“That what you were trying for?” Bev asks, muscling AJ aloft. “This is how it’s done!” And with that, Beverly genuflects, AJ’s kitty blasted with a SECOND inverted atomic drop. The Canadian cutie vaults away, somehow STILL maintaining her footing as she turns and staggers into the embrace of Alyson...
... and, sure enough, into a THIRD inverted atomic drop!
The toughness and resiliency of one AJ Swann has become a bit of FAWN legend, but sometimes, it would be best to just... go... down. Instead, the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s quaking gams refuse to surrender, sending her stumbling back into Bev’s arms. “ Noooo... pleeeeeaaaasseee...” AJ manages to croak, her voice almost inaudible...
... and unable to move Beverly, who performs the FOURTH inverted atomic drop to poor AJ Swann.
FINALLY, the Canadian cutie’s legs can take no more, the teary-eyed Heartbreaker sinking to her knees before pitching forward, Swann’s tush swaying in the air as her boots drum the canvas. As Alyson finally makes her exit--just moments before Riley Shayne was ready to toss her out, the Coloradical Kid’s leg still inside the ring--Beverly saunters into a standing straddle of AJ’s back. Taking a seat just above the curve of Swann’s glutes, Bev slips the Canadian cutie’s arms over her thighs before securing the chinlock that completed the camel clutch. And as Valley cranks back on her neck, AJ is forced to look at her concerned partner, Riley using one hand to lead cheers as her other stretches into the ring. But neither Heartbreakers’ arm is long enough to bridge the distance between them.
“Try climbing onto the bottom rope,” Bev offers to Shayne, helpfully.
AJ wasn’t close to reaching either her partner or the ropes, but Valley still breaks the hold. Yanking Swann to her feet with a handful of hair, Bev tosses the rainbow-haired hottie toward the Valley corner... and then turns to the referee. “What do you think of my new outfit?” she asks.
“Ummmmmm...” the official stammers. “Isn’t... it... your usual outfit?”
Bev gives the man’s bicep the gentlest of punches. “Of course not, silly! Take a good look. I’m sure you can find the difference. Here’s a hint...”
Beverly rises onto her tippy toes and arches her back.
“It’s NOT my bottoms.”
With the referee thoroughly engrossed, Alyson smiles as AJ starts to pull herself up against the ropes. With Swann’s throat just above the middle cable, Aly turns her back to the ring, deftly applying a standing headscissors that not only crushes Swann’s skull, but drives her windpipe deeper into the rubber coated steel. The FAWNatics immediately begin to let her have it, to which Alyson responds by swishing her hips--with AJ’s noggin still locked in the vice.
“OH, FOR CHR!ST’S SAKE!!!” Riley wails, the Coloradical Kid launching herself into the ring. But she had barely cleared the ropes when Bev grabs the ref’s shoulders, spinning him to face the charging Heartbreaker. His quest for answers momentarily forgotten, the man intercepts Shayne as Aly relinquishes her headscissors rope choke.
Swann lets out a throaty gasp as she can finally draw a clean breath, the Hardcore Heartbreaker slumping to her side and taking a seat in the Valley corner. But her respite is short lived, Bev arriving to send stomp after stomp after stomp to AJ’s chest. Outside the ring, Aly steps across the ringpost to the other side of the apron, then slips through the ropes. She then begins to unload HER bootleather against AJ’s bosom, while Bev departs the ring.
And then Beverly steps across the ringpost, returning to the ring from the other side of the apron. As Aly departs, Bev resumes putting the boots to AJ. It’s a process that carries on for several seconds, while Riley Shayne continues to plead an impassioned case to the referee. But when he holds firm, the young blonde returns to her corner, allowing the zebra to turn toward the illegal double teaming. “HEY!” he shouts, marching over to the corner. “ONE OF YOU, OUT!”
“Yes, sir, ociffer,” Bev replies with a grin, remaining on the apron as Alyson pulls the breathless Heartbreaker up to her feet.
“I give up,” the ref says. “What’s the difference?”
“Huh?” Alyson replies, bullying Swann back into a neutral corner.
“The difference. I don’t see it.”
“OH!” Aly replies. “That’s Alyson’s gear. Mine’s the same as always.”
Leaving him to try and make sense of that, the Natural Clone whips Swann toward the opposite corner with all her strength. AJ barely manages to turn her back into the buckles, the impact sending a shimmy though Swann’s stems that leads the rainbow-haired hottie to plop to a seat. And then Aly is off, sprinting across the ring, leaping and swiveling to SMASH AJ’s face with her Tush Push.
TUSH PUSH @0:47:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6RYG4RD1Os
Snatching onto another handful of hair, Alyson pushes AJ’s eyes down across the middle rope, then DRAAAAAAAAAAGS the squealing Heartbreaker toward the Valley corner. After tagging her sister, Aly tugs the blinded Swann to her feet, then yanks AJ into a wicked shortarm clothesline.
SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9ttGzQ6Cw4
“COME ON!” the referee barks. “OUT OF THE RING, BEVERLY!”
“BUT I WAS TAGGED!” Bev replies, halfway into the ring from the apron. With the official again flummoxed, Valley grabs AJ’s ankles, raising her legs and stepping over the Hardcore Heartbreaker. Sinking into a crouch, Beverly applies the Boston crab.
“What do you say, AJ?” the ref asks, Swann’s only response a shake of the head.
“I don’t hear you,” Bev remarks, sinking a little lower into her crouch. “Come on, AJ. Sing it!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the Hardcore Heartbreaker wails, but her options are limited. The ropes are close enough to crawl to... but doing so would lead her ever deeper into Valley territory. Still, there was only so much bending her spine could take, so Swann digs her elbows into the mat. It only takes a few inches for AJ to be able to reach out and grasp the bottom rope, forcing a break... or, at least, a five count.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
“FINE!” Bev pouts, tossing down AJ’s stems and rising to her full height. Peeling the Hardcore Heartbreaker off the mat, Valley next turns her torturous attentions to Swann’s torso, cinching in an abdominal stretch, griiiiiinding her free elbow into the Canadian cutie’s exposed flank for good measure. When the official sinks down, checking on AJ, Beverly reaches her hand behind her, allowing Alyson to grab hold--and raising the volume of the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s screams.
Still, she doesn’t surrender.
“WATCH THEM, REF!” Riley shouts, prompting the official to look up--but the Valleys have already let go. Releasing the ab stretch, Bev smirks as AJ sinks to one knee--all the easier to guide her head between Valley’s thighs. The standing headscissors in place, Beverly snakes her arms around Swann’s belly, lifting the Hardcore Heartbreaker off her feet--and then dropping to her knees, SPIKING AJ’s skull with a piledriver.
With the rainbow-haired hottie left shuddering on the canvas, a kneeling Bev reaches out her hand for the tag. Aly accepts, then starts to scale her way to the top rope. Meanwhile, a risen Beverly circles to above AJ’s head. Leaning forward, Valley gathers Swann’s ankles, lifting her legs and holding them apart in a loose ‘V’...
... at which point Alyson takes flight, driving her forehead into AJ’s crotch with her Muff Dive headbutt.
Alyson climbs over her foe, settling into a seat atop AJ’s chest, reaching back and hooking a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!!
AJ thrusts a balled fist heavenward, but even if she hadn’t, Riley Shayne arrives in time to dislodge Alyson with a boot to the head. As the ref ushers the Coloradical Kid back to her corner, Aly tags her sister back in, both Natural Clones sinking into expectant crouches as they wait for Swann to pick herself up.
With some effort, AJ starts to rise, the Hardcore Heartbreaker staggering toward Alyson when...
‘CRAAACK!’
Aly EXPLODES out of her crouch, catching the Canadian cutie with a devastating superkick. AJ stumbles and swivels, her shaking stems very nearly turned to water, but supporting her long enough to...
‘CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!’
Bev connects true with a superkick of her own, the Hardcore Heartbreaker’s noggin sent on a swivel. AJ turns away, her gait quaking with each step, the multi-hued hottie staggers toward her corner, Riley straaaaaining to reach her hand into the ring. And somehow, Swann manages to lift her right arm...
... and then her eyes roll back, the Hardcore Heartbreaker dropping to her knees, then pitching forward onto her chest. Bev immediately shovels her over and hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AJ GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Bev responds to Swann’s defiance with a blistering slap, which meets with little more than a gurgle from the seemingly senseless Swann. Climbing to her feet, Beverly grabs an ankle and a wrist, dragging AJ to the Valley corner. She then tags her sisters, before departing to the apron--but Alyson stays outside, too. Together, the Natural Clones make their way to the top turnbuckle, each sister with an arm across the other’s shoulders for support. And together, the Valley Girls leap into the air, Alyson laying out and Beverly extending her shapely gams...
TIDAL WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=er6C6-l0lec
... ONLY FOR AJ SWANN TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!
Suddenly, with BOTH Valley’s taken out in the ring, the FAWNatics have hope. In the Heartbreakers corner, Riley Swann is practically bouncing high enough to touch the ceiling--although her hand is extended every inch she can manage into the ring. “I’M RIGHT HERE, AJ!!!” the Coloradical Kid shouts. “THEY CAN’T STOP YOU! TAG ME IN! PLEEEAAASSEE!!!!”
Shayne finally manages to stop hopping, and to begin stomping one boot against the apron--and her rhythm is quickly picked up by the FAWNatics, who clap in kid. And at last, the Hardcore Heartbreaker begins to snakecrawl her way toward salvation. Behind her, Beverly manages to roll onto her back, the wind knocked out of her from her landing. Meanwhile, Alyson’s tailbone is throbbing, but spying Swann almost to her corner brings a clarity which dulls the pain. From her hands and knees, Aly starts to scamper toward a desperate grab of AJ’s ankle...
... when SWANN DIVES AND SLAPS RILEY’S HAND!
The sound of palm slapping palm propels Alyson to her feet, but Riley is ready, backing the bigger blonde up with a series of forearms. Grabbing a wrist, Shayne starts to whip Aly toward the far corner, but Valley reverses, sending the Coloradical Kid crashing into the buckles. Alyson sprints toward her opponent, but whatever she might have had in mind would remain a mystery as Riley deftly slips through the ropes. Using the middle rope for balance, Shayne sweeps her leg up, catching the charging former tag champ with her pendulum kick.
PENDULUM KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG5_0pKeLTo
Valley staggers out of the corner, her bell rung, the blonde’s back to Riley. Shayne immediately takes the top rope with both hands and rocks back... and when Alyson starts to turn, the Coloradical Kid takes flight, landing on the top rope and then SOARING toward Valley. Latching her arm around Aly’s neck, Shayne PLANTS the Natural Clone with her devastating signature, Pike’s Peak.
PIKE’S PEAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k
Riley bounces to her feet as if the canvas was a trampoline, but unfortunately for her, Beverly is back on her feet as well--and Valley catches Shayne with a boot to the midsection. Taking advantage of the Coloradical Kid doubling over, Bev locks an arm around her foe’s head, pops her hips, and hoists her aloft for a vertical suplex...
... but as she falls backward, something is quickly and apparently wrong.
Riley’s back is NOT driven into the mat, but instead, the blonde is caught by her partner, AJ Swann assisting Shayne in getting her feet back underneath her. To her credit, Beverly keep from plummeting to the mat and finishing the suplex, but she’s still off balance, which proves an ample enough opening for the Heartbreakers to pepper Valley with boots. AJ starts with a kick to the midsection, followed quickly by another from Shayne. In tandem, Riley and AJ then connect with simultaneous kicks to the belly, before Shayne straightens Bev up with a kick to the jaw. Shayne then launches a high kick to Beverly’s noggin, while AJ launches an enziguiri that connects at the same time, sending Valley crashing to the canvas, face down.
HEARTBREAKING DOUBLETEAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsgbuHYiL_8
As AJ gets to her feet, Riley takes off toward the ropes, and shooting off the strands she leaps toward her partner. Facing down at the mat, Shayne’s legs claim AJ’s hips, her hands dropping to touch the canvas and give Swann’s effort to lift her a little extra boost. With the assist from the rainbow-haired hottie, Riley connects with the wheelbarrow senton.
WHEELBARROW SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAkl0ePEoJc
As Shayne rises, AJ spots the recovering Alyson Valley, and takes matters into her own hands--specifically with a handful of briefs and a handful of locks. Giving the former tag champ the bum’s rush, Swann slings Aly through the ropes, Valley crashing hard to the floor. The Hardcore Heartbreaker than turns back to Bev, scraping her off the canvas as shuffling her up into a fireman’s carry. Riley, meanwhile goes upstairs, and waits as AJ rushes toward her corner. Swann dives to the mat, slamming Beverly down before she rolls through--and the Coloradical Kid launches a picture perfect 450 splash. While Shayne bounces off Valley’s tummy, Swann rolls through to her feet and springs to the top turnbuckle, launching herself back in a moonsault that ALSO finds the target. The Hardcore Highlight Reel concluded, AJ reaches to hook a leg...
HARDCORE HIGHLIGHT REEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUPa3z52jzI
Spotting the Step-MILF thinking about putting up an argument, Shayne races toward the ropes, leaping to the top cable and launching herself at Rachelle with a springboard 450 plancha that takes Leah thoroughly out of the equation.
SPRINGBOARD 450 PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOjvaM1HyOQ
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, as Riley slides back into the ring, “your winners, via pinfall... THE HEEEAAARRRTTTBBBRRREEEAAAKKKEEERRRSSS!!!!!’
The Coloradical Kid LEAPS into her partner’s arms, understandably overwhelmed by the moment. AJ had held gold in FAWN before, but for her? Taking out former tag team champions at Mania? No victory she could think of topped this one on the sweetness scale.
At least, not yet.