Post by alyadmirer on Nov 26, 2015 3:25:54 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Tag Team championship! For this contest, the challengers have been determined by RANDOM DRAW! Meaning in this case that BOTH women were selected by chance, regardless of whether or not they have had any experience tagging with one another.”
On the one hand, such a stipulation seemed to stack the deck in favor of the Three. But given that there was a company based out of Connecticut that had seemingly found a way to make such tag team booking work, maybe the lucky participants stood something of a chance...
“Introducing first...”
The announcer’s voice trails off, creating the briefest of pauses... before Marcy Playground’s “Coming Up from Behind” begins to blast over the PA system.
“Hailing from Tacoma, Washington... She stands five feet six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty two pounds... Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
A moment later, Krystal emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for tonight’s contest.
“And her partner...”
Again, the FAWN Arena falls until relative silence. That is, until a distinctly feminine scream erupts over the arena's loudspeakers, it becomes clear that the moment has come for the second defense. Even before that shriek has faded, the harsh chords of Avenged Sevenfold's "Scream" fill the void, a development met with a mixture of cheers and whistles. For, in time with the start of the lyrics, Hailey Kennedy--the self-proclaimed "Ultimate Weapon" emerges at the top of the ramp.
“SCREAM”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
“Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is ‘the Ultimate Weapon’... HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Hailey Kennedy...
Many of those who had been cheering her arrival take a moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, following her apparent change of heart in coming to Juliet Bloodwind's rescue at the beginning of the year, many more were moving into the former camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stands with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. Kennedy saunters down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she makes her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stops in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continue...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascends the ring steps, slipping through the ropes and into the ring. She then heads to her corner, where Krystal Erway waits, a bit cautious. But then, the Welshwoman extends a hand, which is quickly accepted by the Tacoma Titan. “What a way to debut together, huh?” Erway asks.
Hailey just shrugs her shoulders. “No reason we CAN’T do this, Krystal. No reason whatsoever.”
For her part, the Tacoma Titan nods.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the challengers 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 slackjawed 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, the two-thirds of FAWN’s imposing three headed monster that had vanquished the Big Guns for the belts, carry the straps over their shoulders.
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 Beach 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 Erway and Kennedy--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running.
Not that they EVER would.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers, Adrianna returning to the floor as Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, passing their belts to the official. A quick check of all four women indicates that none possess anything they shouldn’t covertly within their togs, and so once Locke and Erway withdraw to their corners, he calls for the bell.
Hailey Kennedy.
Pandora.
Trust me when I say, that’s A LOT of jugg for one ring to contain, but that’s the task at hand as the Ultimate Weapon and the Beach Goddess start to circle. Only as they reach the center of the ring, Hailey stops, and extends her right hand high overhead, inviting her fellow former World champion to enter a Test of Strength.
“Really?” Pandora asks with a smirk. “THAT eager to be humbled?”
“That scared of being exposed that you’re stalling?” Hailey counters.
With a vengeful chuckle, the Beach Goddess raises her left hand to meet Kennedy’s right, lacing their fingers together before repeating the process with their opposite hands. And as soon as their hands were together, champion and challenger go to work, their arms moving out to their sides as they surge forward, chesting into one another.
Slipping her left leg in behind Kennedy’s right, Pandora soon takes the initial upper hand, forcing the Ultimate Weapon back into a bridge, until the crown of Hailey’s skull meets the canvas. The Welshwoman rallies, however, gradually working her way back to upright--and then forcing PANDORA back into a bridge!
The Beach Goddess then rallies back herself--and then SLAMS a headbutt into Hailey’s shoulder. When the Ultimate Weapon reflexively relaxed her hands on the impact, the American blonde’s arms swoop around her foe’s waist, Pandora pulling Kennedy into a tight bearhug! “AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!” the Welsh bombshell howls, her vaunted 32E’s forced into battle against Panny’s 34D’s. “FUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Go ahead,” the Beach Goddess purrs as her arms continue to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Moan. Cry. Don’t worry about saving any of that breath. Wouldn’t do you any good, anywaaAAAAAAHEY!!! DON’T YOU DAUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!”
As Pandora had been running her mouth, she hadn’t noticed Kennedy’s arms slipping around HER waist, until the Ultimate Weapon began to SQUEEEEEEZE herself, answering Pandora’s bearhug with one of her own! Both women grunt and groan. their arms constricting, neither willing to concede an inch in their dueling embraces. The intertwined beauties stagger into the ropes, and the first woman blinks.
Pandora slips a leg through the ropes.
The official calls for a break, but Hailey knows better than to relent until she feels Panny’s arms relax--and so far, they do anything but. So she keeps squeezing away as the ref starts his count...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
At last, the Beach Goddess breaks her embrace--and the Ultimate Weapon does the same an instant later. Kennedy backs away, hands raised in innocence--and lips curled into a taunting smirk. Sure enough, Pandora does not appreciate a rare instance of being bullied, and she shoves away from the cables and toward her foe...
... just as Hailey had hoped.
Kennedy slips past the surging Beach Goddess, quickly spinning around and nuzzling in, locking on a waistlock. Pandora soon reverses it into one of her own, but Hailey RE-reverses it--and doesn’t stop there. Popping her hips, the Welsh blonde bridges back, ripping her fellow former World champion off her feet and driving her head and shoulders into the canvas with a German suplex. As she holds the bridge, the referee slides down beside them, checks Panny’s shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
The Beach Goddess kicks out.
Hailey quickly gets to her feet, moving to her corner and slapping the outstretched hand of the Tacoma Titan. As Pandora rises, Krystal charges in and plants the voluptuous blonde back to the deck with a running clothesline. Turning on a dime, Erway charges into the near ropes, rebounding off the cables and catching a rising Beach Goddess with an elbow smash to the chest that staggers her. Turning to a different set of ropes, Krystal rushes toward the rubber coated steel, the brunette launching herself back toward Panny and catching her with a second running elbow smash that again staggers Pandora back a step.
This time, Erway holds her ground, driving a boot into Pandora’s pride and joy: her belly. And as the Beach Goddess doubles over, Krystal wraps her arms around the blonde’s waist, hoisting Panny aloft before driving her to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. With the former World champ left writhing, the Tacoma Titan drapes herself across Pandora’s chest, hooking a leg and scoring the...
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Panny kicks out.
Yanking the curvaceous blonde up with a handful of hair, Krystal whips Pandora into the far corner, then charges in after her for a running splash. But alas, the Beach Goddess raises one of the luscious legs, catching the incoming Erway with a boot underneath the jaw that snaps the brunette’s head back and turns her 180 degrees. “COME ON, KRYSTAL!” Hailey shouts from her corner, Erway rallying enough to turn around...
... and right into a MASSIVE running clothesline from Pandora.
With the Tacoma Titan left sprawled, Panny shuffles over to the Three’s corner and tags in Ashley Locke. The Goddess of Love meets the rising brunette with a rake to the eyes, then sends the wailing Krystal doubled with a shove. Wrapping her arms around Erway’s midsection, the leggy blonde muscles the brunette into the air before subjecting Krystal to a gutwrench suplex herself!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
Dropping to her tush, Ashley scoots in behind Krystal while the brunette works her way up to a seated position. Wasting little time, the Goddess of Love slips her legs around Erway’s waist, crossing her heels between the Tacoma Titan’s parted stems as she cinches in a crushing bodyscissors. Erway grits her teeth and shakes her head, anticipating the referee asking if she wanted to submit. Fashioning her elbows into points, Krystal grinds them into the meat of Locke’s inner thighs, hoping to coax Ashley into releasing the scissors.
Instead, Locke slams a forearm into the back of Krystal’s neck.
But the Goddess of Love still breaks the hold, and rises to her feet. Hairhauling Erway up as well, the leggy blonde holds the Tacoma Titan doubled over, so that she can wrap her arms around Krystal’s waist. Ashley then straightens up, swinging her dark haired opponent up onto her shoulder and into a spine-torturing backbreaker.
OVER THE SHOULDER BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXhgq6AV7VA
Again, Krystal shakes her head, even when Locke pointedly bounces on her heels as she marches her way into the Three’s corner. The Goddess of Love presents her unoccupied shoulder to Pandora, who reaches over the top rope and slaps it. As the Beach Goddess slips through the ropes, Ashley drops the brunette to the canvas, Erway rolling to her back before pressing her soles flat against the mat and pushing her aching spine off the deck...
... which does NOTHING to stop Pandora from dropping one of her patented Tummy Tuck splashes across Erway’s mug.
The former World champ rises to her knees, allowing Krystal to roll over, both hands flying to her face. But Panny isn’t done. Reaching out, she grabs the Tacoma Titan by the shoulders and leads the brunette between her stems, facing her. Erway soon finds herself in another wicked bodyscissors. Now, as impressive as Pandora’s gams are--and trust me, they ARE--Locke’s scissors were probably a little more formidable, head to head...
... but Ashley didn’t tend to shove your face into her belly as she constricted your ribs, the way Pandora was not.
Fingers filled with Krystal’s tresses, the Beach Goddess keeps Erway’s face pressed in tight, and as much as the Tacoma Titan tries to turn her head, she can’t find a clear airway. She also can’t see where the ropes might be, not that her arms and legs are anywhere within reach of the cables. Before long, the brunette’s thrashing begins to fade, bringing a smile to Panny’s lips...
... and even with a knockout looming on the horizon, the Beach Goddess breaks the scissors and sends the greasy faced Krystal tumbling over to her back with a shove. Climbing to her feet, Pandora stoops down, and assists the Tacoma Titan up as far as her hands and knees. From there, the curvaceous blonde reaches underneath her foe, locking her arms together before swinging Erway up onto her shoulder. Panny doesn’t let her linger there long, though, before DRIVING her back to the canvas via the Dominator, the brunette’s vaunted bosom taking the brunt of the impact.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
Pandora sinks to her knees above Krystal’s head, planting both palms atop the Tacoma Titan’s heaving chest for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!
“Yeeesssssssssss,” the Beach Goddess purrs, rising, yanking Krystal up with a handful of hair. “It’s not much fun if we can’t GRIIIIIND the fight out of you...”
Dipping into a slight crouch, Pandora slips her arms around Erway’s waist, pulling the Tacoma Titan into a bearhug. The Beach Goddess puts her height advantage to good use, lifting the brunette off her feet, forcing Krystal to apply her own loose bodyscissors to provide a little bit of support. Apparently not strong enough to shake her head, Erway wags a reproachful finger toward the referee when he asks if she’s had enough...
... but then, Krystal’s arms rise, elbows cocked--which she sends SLAMMING into Pandora’s ears.
Again.
And AGAIN!
A fourth earringer manages to break the embrace, Krystal stumbling and nearly losing her footing when her feet touch down against the canvas. But righting herself, the Tacoma Titan backpedals into the ropes, using the cables for momentum as she races back to the Beach Goddess...
... and BACK into a bearhug when Pandora dips and scoops, the voluptuous blonde’s arms SQUEEEEEEZING even tighter, forcing Erway to throw her head back with a moan. The Beach Goddess retreats into her corner, allowing Ashley to reach out and tag her on the shoulder. The official tells Panny to leave, but instead the blonde shuffles her cargo up onto her shoulder, the Beach Goddess setting a breathless Tacoma Titan perched on the top turnbuckle.
Finally, the former World champ departs, and Ashley mounts the middle rope. Lacing on arm around Erway’s neck, Locke’s other hand gathers its full of waistband. The leggy blonde’s hips do the rest of the work, propelling Krystal into the air--but this is no ordinary superplex. No, the Tacoma Titan gets a little a taste of Love from On High, Aphrodite sending her foe plummeting not to the mat inside the ring, but down to the apron, drawing a fearful groan from the FAWNatics as Erway melts to the floor.
LOVE FROM ON HIGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4Q_Pt_QxU
Pushing to her feet, the Goddess of Love turns to the challengers’ corner. “Easy paycheck, isn’t it?” Ashley asked. “You just get to stand there and watch us treat your partner like a punching bag.”
Hailey slips into the ring. “You just wait,” the Ultimate Weapon snarls. “Krystal’s gonna get back in this ring. She’s gonna kick Panny’s ass. She’s gonna kick YOUR ass. And them, I’m gonna jugg you out, and she and I are gonna walk out of this ring tag champs.”
“Big talk,” Ashley responds. “But what do you say we don’t wait until Krystal gets back in this ring?”
“Sounds good to me,” Hailey replies, taking a step forward to back up her words with actions--that is, until the referee intercedes.
But this hasn’t been all bravado on Aphrodite’s part. No, down on the floor, as Ashley had kept both the ref and Hailey focused on her, Adrianna Papadopoulos had pulled Krystal up to her knees, then slipped her arms around behind Erway’s head, forcing the brunette’s face DEEEEEEP into her cavernous cleavage. Now, a wrestler more used to working tag probably would have seen through the ploy, but Hailey had been primarily a singles wrestler to this point...
For the Tacoma Titan, it was a devastating mixture of ingredients.
Enjoying the sensation of Krystal’s eyelashes fluttering against her skin as the brunette sinks back on her haunches, Pappy draws back, then uses a handful of hair and a handful of briefs to shove Erway under the bottom rope while the official guides the Ultimate Weapon back to her corner. Sashaying to the splattered challenger, Locke drapes herself across Krystal’s chest, not even hooking a leg as the referee counts off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The FAWNatics UNLOAD with jeers as Aphrodite sits up, pulling the drooling Tacoma Titan up as well. Locke lets the brunette tumble to her back as she stands, moving to her corner and tagging in the Beach Goddess. Panny leisurely approaches Krystal, scraping her off the canvas and whipping her into the far corner. The curvaceous blonde then takes off in hot pursuit, BURYING the Tacoma Titan underneath one hundred and fifty-one pounds of former World champion with an avalanche splash.
Erway’s legs visibly quake as the Beach Goddess takes a step back, but Panny snatches a handful of ebony locks before she can fall. Stuffing Krystal’s head under her left arm, the curvy blonde claims a handful of waistband, pops her hips, and powers the Tacoma Titan into the air. Pandora then holds Krystal aloft for a FULL TEN SECONDS before DRIVING her to the canvas with a delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
Ten seconds, then www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bD2Js9gCk0
Grabbing a wrist and an ankle, Panny draaaaags the Tacoma Titan to the near corner, then climbs onto the middle rope. Holding the top rope with both hands, the Beach Goddess bounces on the cable, again and again and again, until she launches herself into reverse, laying out to drop a splash...
... ACROSS KRYSTAL ERWAY’S RAISED KNEES!!!!!
Panny flops to her backs, her knees drawing up to her chest, her feet kicking the air as she gasps for breath. For her part, Krystal rolls over and starts to crawl toward her corner, navigating her way there less through sight than through the sound of the Ultimate Weapon slapping the top turnbuckle. In the champions’ corner, Ashley waves Pandora toward a tag, but as the Beach Goddess struggles up to her knees, she shakes her head.
“I’ve got this bytch...” the blonde mutters, pushing to her feet, her impressive chest heaving with each inhale.
Alas, Panny manages only a step and a half before Erway dives and tags Hailey. The Welsh blonde BURSTS through the ropes, and meets the oncoming Beach Goddess with forearm after forearm after forearm to the sternum. After one particularly solid blow renders Panny wobbly, the Ultimate Weapon stoops down, gathering the former World and current Tag champ up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry, which promptly becomes an airplane spin...
The Goddess of Love slips into the ring, racing to save her partner--but instead, Ashley gets caught in the temple by one of Pandora’s boots, which sends her stumbling over to--and THROUGH--the ropes! Setting the Beach Goddess down, Hailey laces an arm around her neck and uses her other hand to hook Pandora’s thigh, hoisting the blonde airborne before administering a brutal fisherman’s buster. Kennedy covers the blonde, hooking a leg and securing the...
FISHERMAN BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qF6KnwxDeg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!!!!!!
Pandora gets a shoulder up.
Sitting up, the Ultimate Weapon pushes Panny up to her knees in front of her, then scoots forward, slipping her legs around behind the Beach Goddess to hook the blonde’s boots with hers. “Y’know, Panny,” Hailey grins, “everybody says you’re a stuck up bytch.” Pressing her hands into Pandora’s armpits, Kennedy adds, “Let’s make ‘em right, shall we?”
STUCK UP BYTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_5BbJaDqa0
It’s a sight that’s proven decidedly rare since she had entered FAWN: Pandora helpless, suspended above the Ultimate Weapon, unable to escape, her hands waving in the air. Only the strain of keeping one hundred and fifty-one pounds of Beach Goddess saves Panny from having to surrender... well, that and Hailey’s well-known desire to provide ALL her matches with her signature finish.
Climbing to her feet, Kennedy hairhauls Pandora up as well, lacing her arms underneath the voluptuous blonde’s and locking her hands together behind Panny’s noggin. Those joined fists then THRUST the Beach Goddess’ face deeeeeeep into Hailey’s cleavage, and trust me, the irony of someone the build of Pandora being jugged into oblivion is not lost on the FAWNatics when the Welsh blonde hups the champ off her feet, dropping into a crouch to catch Pandora’s shins with her thighs...
... but remember that earlier observation? The one about Hailey Kennedy having been primarily a singles wrestler to this point? Perhaps more of a grounding in tag wrestling might have made her more alert to the possibility of Ashley Locke entering for a save. But instead, Aphrodite catches Hailey COMPLETELY off guard by sending a diving shoulderblock into the pit of Kennedy’s right knee. Now, a clipping blow like that is bad enough when you’re NOT also supporting another person’s weight. In this instance, it sends the Ultimate Weapon crashing to the mat and clutching her knee.
However, Hailey DOES possess enough tag instincts to start dragging herself toward her corner almost immediately, Erway exhorting her on, Pandora left sprawled as the referee ushers Locke back to the Three’s corner. From the floor, Adrianna Papadopoulos can tell that the Ultimate Weapon will reach her corner before Panny can recover sufficiently enough to stop her, so the buxom, olive skinned brunette climbs onto the apron as Aphrodite slips through the ropes...
... and while the referee orders her down, Hailey lunges to make the tag.
Exploding into the ring, the Tacoma Titan meets the still stooped Pandora with a boot to the gut, then wheels away from the champ. Reaching behind her head, Erway grabs Panny by the mane and pulls the blonde’s jaw over her shoulder. Krystal then drops to her backside, connecting with a Krystaline Crush the propels Pandora into the air before she crashes to her back.
KRYSTALINE CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOVgfzO3npg
Popping to her feet, the curvaceous brunette practically bounces to Pandora’s feet. Bending down, Erway grabs both the champion’s ankles and lifts her legs into a wide ‘V’. It’s krystal... errrr, crystal clear what the Tacoma Titan has in mind when she steps through...
KRYSTAL CHIROPRACTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxunJK04Igk
... only before she can lock the Beach Goddess’ succulent stems, the referee interjects, ordering Krystal back to her corner.
“ALRIGHT, KRYSTAL!” he shouts. “BACK TO YOUR CORNER!”
“WHAT THE HELL, MAN???” Erway protests. “HAILEY TAGGED ME!!!”
“DIDN’T SEE IT,” the ref replies. “IF I DIDN’T SEE IT, IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!”
“WELL, MAYBE IF YOU DID YOUR GAWDDAMMMMMMMNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Ashley’s sucker punch forearm to the back of Krystal’s skull shuts the brunette up in a snap, and Locke quickly follows up by giving Erway the bum’s rush toward the ropes. As the Goddess of Love sends one challenger flying to the floor, the Greek Goddess rolls the other back into the ring.
“OUT OF THE RING, LOCKE!” the ref snaps, and Ashley doesn’t argue, raising her hands and she saunters to her corner. Pandora, meanwhile, picks herself off the canvas and drags Hailey up as well, the Ultimate Weapon visibly still favoring her knee. Fortunately, that doesn’t prove to be the Beach Goddess’ next target...
... but that just means Hailey’s back is in for abuse, Pandora muscling the Ultimate Weapon up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. The former World champ works the hold for several seconds, punishing Kennedy’s spine, until the voluptuous blonde drops to one knee and tosses the Welsh vixen off her shoulder. The Ultimate Weapon crashes down, back first, across Panny’s posted knee.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k
Meanwhile, down on the floor, Pappy shoves Krystal into a standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Erway’s midsection, the Greek Goddess hoists the Tacoma Titan onto her shoulders before sending her back CRASHING into the security railing with a savage powerbomb.
Inside the ring, Panny makes the tag to Ashley Locke. The Goddess of Love tugs Hailey up by the hair, before grabbing hold of the Welsh blonde’s left wrist. Lifting that arm over Kennedy’s head, Locke balls her right fist as her other hand keeps Hailey’s behind her noggin. And unfortunately, the challenger’s “Ultimate Weapons” provide precious little defense when Locke SLAMS her heart punch into Kennedy’s chest.
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef5T3Ir2yY0
Hailey is sent plopping onto her ample backside, her eyes slightly crossed as Aphrodite quickly takes a seat atop the Welsh vixen’s lap. “Remind me,” Ashley said venomously, her legs snaking around Kennedy’s hips, “WHO was gonna end up jugging WHO out?”
Not waiting for an answer, Locke’s arms engulf Hailey’s noggin, drawing the Welsh blonde into her Love’s Labors Won seated scissored front sleeper. For a few seconds, Kennedy’s arms thrash and flail at her sides, but the heart punch had done much too good a job tenderizing her. The elimination of oxygen to her brain and lungs so soon after her bloodpump had been momentarily stifled proves too much to overcome. When the challenger’s arms drop to her side, the ref claims a wrist.
Hailey’s arm falls ONCE...
Hailey’s arm falls TWICE...
Hailey’s arm falls THREE TIMES!!!
“RING THE BELL!” the official orders, then drops to one knee beside the Goddess of Love--who, pointedly, has failed to release Hailey from the front sleeper despite the tolling that signaled the Three’s victory. The ref begins to tug at Locke’s shoulders, but he fails to pull Ashley away--the Goddess of Love releases the breast smother on her own, allowing Kennedy to collapse to her back, her arms spilling lifelessly over her head.
Pandora gives her partner a helping hand to her feet, while Adrianna passes the title belts to Locke and the Beach Goddess. Finding the closest camera, Ashley steps toward it, stooping to look directly into the lens as she points back at the slumbering Hailey. “Do you see THAT!” the leggy blonde purrs. “I JUST JUGGED OUT THE SUPPOSED QUEEN OF THE BREAST SMOTHER! *I* DID THAT! ME!!!”
Panny slings an arm over her partner’s shoulder, bending down to glare into the lens as well. “Is it starting to sink in yet?” she asks. “NO ONE CAN STOP US!!!”
On the one hand, such a stipulation seemed to stack the deck in favor of the Three. But given that there was a company based out of Connecticut that had seemingly found a way to make such tag team booking work, maybe the lucky participants stood something of a chance...
“Introducing first...”
The announcer’s voice trails off, creating the briefest of pauses... before Marcy Playground’s “Coming Up from Behind” begins to blast over the PA system.
“Hailing from Tacoma, Washington... She stands five feet six inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty two pounds... Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer resumes, “please welcome the Tacoma Titan... KRRRYYYSSSTTTAAALLL ERRRWWWAAAYYY!!!!!”
Krystal Erway...
A moment later, Krystal emerges to a rapturous ovation and the buxom brunette strides onto the ramp to a raucous reception--one that is not in the least bit dampened by the impossible to miss brace encasing and supporting the right knee that had very nearly brought an end to her career, just as it was at long last beginning to start. Krystal beams, delighted to have the crowd sounding thoroughly behind her tonight.
The assembled fans certainly seem to approve of her, both for her demeanor as she slaps hands with the fans along the aisle on her way to ringside, and for the way the rising star fills out her lavender bikini top and matching hipster briefs, her wavy dark hair flowing behind her as she picks up speed.
Krystal rolls under the bottom rope, and then quickly hops to her feet, full bosom a-jiggle to the even further delight of the fans. And though she is still smiling and saluting the crowd, once in the ring, Erway is all business. After one brief sigil for the Krystal Contingent, Erway settles into her corner, clutching the top rope and stretching out her shapely form for tonight’s contest.
“And her partner...”
Again, the FAWN Arena falls until relative silence. That is, until a distinctly feminine scream erupts over the arena's loudspeakers, it becomes clear that the moment has come for the second defense. Even before that shriek has faded, the harsh chords of Avenged Sevenfold's "Scream" fill the void, a development met with a mixture of cheers and whistles. For, in time with the start of the lyrics, Hailey Kennedy--the self-proclaimed "Ultimate Weapon" emerges at the top of the ramp.
“SCREAM”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
“Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is ‘the Ultimate Weapon’... HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Hailey Kennedy...
Many of those who had been cheering her arrival take a moment to marvel at the sheer beauty of this physical specimen. Love her or hate her--and make no mistake, following her apparent change of heart in coming to Juliet Bloodwind's rescue at the beginning of the year, many more were moving into the former camp--there was no denying her splendor or, on a more obvious level, her juggs. The buxom Brit stands with hands on hips, thrusting, purposefully or otherwise, her assets forward. Kennedy saunters down the aisle, the busty bombshell exuding complete confidence with every step. As she makes her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle come to realize that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stops in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continue...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascends the ring steps, slipping through the ropes and into the ring. She then heads to her corner, where Krystal Erway waits, a bit cautious. But then, the Welshwoman extends a hand, which is quickly accepted by the Tacoma Titan. “What a way to debut together, huh?” Erway asks.
Hailey just shrugs her shoulders. “No reason we CAN’T do this, Krystal. No reason whatsoever.”
For her part, the Tacoma Titan nods.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the challengers 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 slackjawed 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, the two-thirds of FAWN’s imposing three headed monster that had vanquished the Big Guns for the belts, carry the straps over their shoulders.
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 Beach 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 Erway and Kennedy--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running.
Not that they EVER would.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers, Adrianna returning to the floor as Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, passing their belts to the official. A quick check of all four women indicates that none possess anything they shouldn’t covertly within their togs, and so once Locke and Erway withdraw to their corners, he calls for the bell.
Hailey Kennedy.
Pandora.
Trust me when I say, that’s A LOT of jugg for one ring to contain, but that’s the task at hand as the Ultimate Weapon and the Beach Goddess start to circle. Only as they reach the center of the ring, Hailey stops, and extends her right hand high overhead, inviting her fellow former World champion to enter a Test of Strength.
“Really?” Pandora asks with a smirk. “THAT eager to be humbled?”
“That scared of being exposed that you’re stalling?” Hailey counters.
With a vengeful chuckle, the Beach Goddess raises her left hand to meet Kennedy’s right, lacing their fingers together before repeating the process with their opposite hands. And as soon as their hands were together, champion and challenger go to work, their arms moving out to their sides as they surge forward, chesting into one another.
Slipping her left leg in behind Kennedy’s right, Pandora soon takes the initial upper hand, forcing the Ultimate Weapon back into a bridge, until the crown of Hailey’s skull meets the canvas. The Welshwoman rallies, however, gradually working her way back to upright--and then forcing PANDORA back into a bridge!
The Beach Goddess then rallies back herself--and then SLAMS a headbutt into Hailey’s shoulder. When the Ultimate Weapon reflexively relaxed her hands on the impact, the American blonde’s arms swoop around her foe’s waist, Pandora pulling Kennedy into a tight bearhug! “AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!” the Welsh bombshell howls, her vaunted 32E’s forced into battle against Panny’s 34D’s. “FUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Go ahead,” the Beach Goddess purrs as her arms continue to squeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Moan. Cry. Don’t worry about saving any of that breath. Wouldn’t do you any good, anywaaAAAAAAHEY!!! DON’T YOU DAUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!”
As Pandora had been running her mouth, she hadn’t noticed Kennedy’s arms slipping around HER waist, until the Ultimate Weapon began to SQUEEEEEEZE herself, answering Pandora’s bearhug with one of her own! Both women grunt and groan. their arms constricting, neither willing to concede an inch in their dueling embraces. The intertwined beauties stagger into the ropes, and the first woman blinks.
Pandora slips a leg through the ropes.
The official calls for a break, but Hailey knows better than to relent until she feels Panny’s arms relax--and so far, they do anything but. So she keeps squeezing away as the ref starts his count...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!”
At last, the Beach Goddess breaks her embrace--and the Ultimate Weapon does the same an instant later. Kennedy backs away, hands raised in innocence--and lips curled into a taunting smirk. Sure enough, Pandora does not appreciate a rare instance of being bullied, and she shoves away from the cables and toward her foe...
... just as Hailey had hoped.
Kennedy slips past the surging Beach Goddess, quickly spinning around and nuzzling in, locking on a waistlock. Pandora soon reverses it into one of her own, but Hailey RE-reverses it--and doesn’t stop there. Popping her hips, the Welsh blonde bridges back, ripping her fellow former World champion off her feet and driving her head and shoulders into the canvas with a German suplex. As she holds the bridge, the referee slides down beside them, checks Panny’s shoulders, and slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
The Beach Goddess kicks out.
Hailey quickly gets to her feet, moving to her corner and slapping the outstretched hand of the Tacoma Titan. As Pandora rises, Krystal charges in and plants the voluptuous blonde back to the deck with a running clothesline. Turning on a dime, Erway charges into the near ropes, rebounding off the cables and catching a rising Beach Goddess with an elbow smash to the chest that staggers her. Turning to a different set of ropes, Krystal rushes toward the rubber coated steel, the brunette launching herself back toward Panny and catching her with a second running elbow smash that again staggers Pandora back a step.
This time, Erway holds her ground, driving a boot into Pandora’s pride and joy: her belly. And as the Beach Goddess doubles over, Krystal wraps her arms around the blonde’s waist, hoisting Panny aloft before driving her to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. With the former World champ left writhing, the Tacoma Titan drapes herself across Pandora’s chest, hooking a leg and scoring the...
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Panny kicks out.
Yanking the curvaceous blonde up with a handful of hair, Krystal whips Pandora into the far corner, then charges in after her for a running splash. But alas, the Beach Goddess raises one of the luscious legs, catching the incoming Erway with a boot underneath the jaw that snaps the brunette’s head back and turns her 180 degrees. “COME ON, KRYSTAL!” Hailey shouts from her corner, Erway rallying enough to turn around...
... and right into a MASSIVE running clothesline from Pandora.
With the Tacoma Titan left sprawled, Panny shuffles over to the Three’s corner and tags in Ashley Locke. The Goddess of Love meets the rising brunette with a rake to the eyes, then sends the wailing Krystal doubled with a shove. Wrapping her arms around Erway’s midsection, the leggy blonde muscles the brunette into the air before subjecting Krystal to a gutwrench suplex herself!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL5iIzdyZxY
Dropping to her tush, Ashley scoots in behind Krystal while the brunette works her way up to a seated position. Wasting little time, the Goddess of Love slips her legs around Erway’s waist, crossing her heels between the Tacoma Titan’s parted stems as she cinches in a crushing bodyscissors. Erway grits her teeth and shakes her head, anticipating the referee asking if she wanted to submit. Fashioning her elbows into points, Krystal grinds them into the meat of Locke’s inner thighs, hoping to coax Ashley into releasing the scissors.
Instead, Locke slams a forearm into the back of Krystal’s neck.
But the Goddess of Love still breaks the hold, and rises to her feet. Hairhauling Erway up as well, the leggy blonde holds the Tacoma Titan doubled over, so that she can wrap her arms around Krystal’s waist. Ashley then straightens up, swinging her dark haired opponent up onto her shoulder and into a spine-torturing backbreaker.
OVER THE SHOULDER BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXhgq6AV7VA
Again, Krystal shakes her head, even when Locke pointedly bounces on her heels as she marches her way into the Three’s corner. The Goddess of Love presents her unoccupied shoulder to Pandora, who reaches over the top rope and slaps it. As the Beach Goddess slips through the ropes, Ashley drops the brunette to the canvas, Erway rolling to her back before pressing her soles flat against the mat and pushing her aching spine off the deck...
... which does NOTHING to stop Pandora from dropping one of her patented Tummy Tuck splashes across Erway’s mug.
The former World champ rises to her knees, allowing Krystal to roll over, both hands flying to her face. But Panny isn’t done. Reaching out, she grabs the Tacoma Titan by the shoulders and leads the brunette between her stems, facing her. Erway soon finds herself in another wicked bodyscissors. Now, as impressive as Pandora’s gams are--and trust me, they ARE--Locke’s scissors were probably a little more formidable, head to head...
... but Ashley didn’t tend to shove your face into her belly as she constricted your ribs, the way Pandora was not.
Fingers filled with Krystal’s tresses, the Beach Goddess keeps Erway’s face pressed in tight, and as much as the Tacoma Titan tries to turn her head, she can’t find a clear airway. She also can’t see where the ropes might be, not that her arms and legs are anywhere within reach of the cables. Before long, the brunette’s thrashing begins to fade, bringing a smile to Panny’s lips...
... and even with a knockout looming on the horizon, the Beach Goddess breaks the scissors and sends the greasy faced Krystal tumbling over to her back with a shove. Climbing to her feet, Pandora stoops down, and assists the Tacoma Titan up as far as her hands and knees. From there, the curvaceous blonde reaches underneath her foe, locking her arms together before swinging Erway up onto her shoulder. Panny doesn’t let her linger there long, though, before DRIVING her back to the canvas via the Dominator, the brunette’s vaunted bosom taking the brunt of the impact.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
Pandora sinks to her knees above Krystal’s head, planting both palms atop the Tacoma Titan’s heaving chest for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!
“Yeeesssssssssss,” the Beach Goddess purrs, rising, yanking Krystal up with a handful of hair. “It’s not much fun if we can’t GRIIIIIND the fight out of you...”
Dipping into a slight crouch, Pandora slips her arms around Erway’s waist, pulling the Tacoma Titan into a bearhug. The Beach Goddess puts her height advantage to good use, lifting the brunette off her feet, forcing Krystal to apply her own loose bodyscissors to provide a little bit of support. Apparently not strong enough to shake her head, Erway wags a reproachful finger toward the referee when he asks if she’s had enough...
... but then, Krystal’s arms rise, elbows cocked--which she sends SLAMMING into Pandora’s ears.
Again.
And AGAIN!
A fourth earringer manages to break the embrace, Krystal stumbling and nearly losing her footing when her feet touch down against the canvas. But righting herself, the Tacoma Titan backpedals into the ropes, using the cables for momentum as she races back to the Beach Goddess...
... and BACK into a bearhug when Pandora dips and scoops, the voluptuous blonde’s arms SQUEEEEEEZING even tighter, forcing Erway to throw her head back with a moan. The Beach Goddess retreats into her corner, allowing Ashley to reach out and tag her on the shoulder. The official tells Panny to leave, but instead the blonde shuffles her cargo up onto her shoulder, the Beach Goddess setting a breathless Tacoma Titan perched on the top turnbuckle.
Finally, the former World champ departs, and Ashley mounts the middle rope. Lacing on arm around Erway’s neck, Locke’s other hand gathers its full of waistband. The leggy blonde’s hips do the rest of the work, propelling Krystal into the air--but this is no ordinary superplex. No, the Tacoma Titan gets a little a taste of Love from On High, Aphrodite sending her foe plummeting not to the mat inside the ring, but down to the apron, drawing a fearful groan from the FAWNatics as Erway melts to the floor.
LOVE FROM ON HIGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4Q_Pt_QxU
Pushing to her feet, the Goddess of Love turns to the challengers’ corner. “Easy paycheck, isn’t it?” Ashley asked. “You just get to stand there and watch us treat your partner like a punching bag.”
Hailey slips into the ring. “You just wait,” the Ultimate Weapon snarls. “Krystal’s gonna get back in this ring. She’s gonna kick Panny’s ass. She’s gonna kick YOUR ass. And them, I’m gonna jugg you out, and she and I are gonna walk out of this ring tag champs.”
“Big talk,” Ashley responds. “But what do you say we don’t wait until Krystal gets back in this ring?”
“Sounds good to me,” Hailey replies, taking a step forward to back up her words with actions--that is, until the referee intercedes.
But this hasn’t been all bravado on Aphrodite’s part. No, down on the floor, as Ashley had kept both the ref and Hailey focused on her, Adrianna Papadopoulos had pulled Krystal up to her knees, then slipped her arms around behind Erway’s head, forcing the brunette’s face DEEEEEEP into her cavernous cleavage. Now, a wrestler more used to working tag probably would have seen through the ploy, but Hailey had been primarily a singles wrestler to this point...
For the Tacoma Titan, it was a devastating mixture of ingredients.
Enjoying the sensation of Krystal’s eyelashes fluttering against her skin as the brunette sinks back on her haunches, Pappy draws back, then uses a handful of hair and a handful of briefs to shove Erway under the bottom rope while the official guides the Ultimate Weapon back to her corner. Sashaying to the splattered challenger, Locke drapes herself across Krystal’s chest, not even hooking a leg as the referee counts off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The FAWNatics UNLOAD with jeers as Aphrodite sits up, pulling the drooling Tacoma Titan up as well. Locke lets the brunette tumble to her back as she stands, moving to her corner and tagging in the Beach Goddess. Panny leisurely approaches Krystal, scraping her off the canvas and whipping her into the far corner. The curvaceous blonde then takes off in hot pursuit, BURYING the Tacoma Titan underneath one hundred and fifty-one pounds of former World champion with an avalanche splash.
Erway’s legs visibly quake as the Beach Goddess takes a step back, but Panny snatches a handful of ebony locks before she can fall. Stuffing Krystal’s head under her left arm, the curvy blonde claims a handful of waistband, pops her hips, and powers the Tacoma Titan into the air. Pandora then holds Krystal aloft for a FULL TEN SECONDS before DRIVING her to the canvas with a delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
Ten seconds, then www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bD2Js9gCk0
Grabbing a wrist and an ankle, Panny draaaaags the Tacoma Titan to the near corner, then climbs onto the middle rope. Holding the top rope with both hands, the Beach Goddess bounces on the cable, again and again and again, until she launches herself into reverse, laying out to drop a splash...
... ACROSS KRYSTAL ERWAY’S RAISED KNEES!!!!!
Panny flops to her backs, her knees drawing up to her chest, her feet kicking the air as she gasps for breath. For her part, Krystal rolls over and starts to crawl toward her corner, navigating her way there less through sight than through the sound of the Ultimate Weapon slapping the top turnbuckle. In the champions’ corner, Ashley waves Pandora toward a tag, but as the Beach Goddess struggles up to her knees, she shakes her head.
“I’ve got this bytch...” the blonde mutters, pushing to her feet, her impressive chest heaving with each inhale.
Alas, Panny manages only a step and a half before Erway dives and tags Hailey. The Welsh blonde BURSTS through the ropes, and meets the oncoming Beach Goddess with forearm after forearm after forearm to the sternum. After one particularly solid blow renders Panny wobbly, the Ultimate Weapon stoops down, gathering the former World and current Tag champ up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry, which promptly becomes an airplane spin...
The Goddess of Love slips into the ring, racing to save her partner--but instead, Ashley gets caught in the temple by one of Pandora’s boots, which sends her stumbling over to--and THROUGH--the ropes! Setting the Beach Goddess down, Hailey laces an arm around her neck and uses her other hand to hook Pandora’s thigh, hoisting the blonde airborne before administering a brutal fisherman’s buster. Kennedy covers the blonde, hooking a leg and securing the...
FISHERMAN BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qF6KnwxDeg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!!!!!!
Pandora gets a shoulder up.
Sitting up, the Ultimate Weapon pushes Panny up to her knees in front of her, then scoots forward, slipping her legs around behind the Beach Goddess to hook the blonde’s boots with hers. “Y’know, Panny,” Hailey grins, “everybody says you’re a stuck up bytch.” Pressing her hands into Pandora’s armpits, Kennedy adds, “Let’s make ‘em right, shall we?”
STUCK UP BYTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_5BbJaDqa0
It’s a sight that’s proven decidedly rare since she had entered FAWN: Pandora helpless, suspended above the Ultimate Weapon, unable to escape, her hands waving in the air. Only the strain of keeping one hundred and fifty-one pounds of Beach Goddess saves Panny from having to surrender... well, that and Hailey’s well-known desire to provide ALL her matches with her signature finish.
Climbing to her feet, Kennedy hairhauls Pandora up as well, lacing her arms underneath the voluptuous blonde’s and locking her hands together behind Panny’s noggin. Those joined fists then THRUST the Beach Goddess’ face deeeeeeep into Hailey’s cleavage, and trust me, the irony of someone the build of Pandora being jugged into oblivion is not lost on the FAWNatics when the Welsh blonde hups the champ off her feet, dropping into a crouch to catch Pandora’s shins with her thighs...
... but remember that earlier observation? The one about Hailey Kennedy having been primarily a singles wrestler to this point? Perhaps more of a grounding in tag wrestling might have made her more alert to the possibility of Ashley Locke entering for a save. But instead, Aphrodite catches Hailey COMPLETELY off guard by sending a diving shoulderblock into the pit of Kennedy’s right knee. Now, a clipping blow like that is bad enough when you’re NOT also supporting another person’s weight. In this instance, it sends the Ultimate Weapon crashing to the mat and clutching her knee.
However, Hailey DOES possess enough tag instincts to start dragging herself toward her corner almost immediately, Erway exhorting her on, Pandora left sprawled as the referee ushers Locke back to the Three’s corner. From the floor, Adrianna Papadopoulos can tell that the Ultimate Weapon will reach her corner before Panny can recover sufficiently enough to stop her, so the buxom, olive skinned brunette climbs onto the apron as Aphrodite slips through the ropes...
... and while the referee orders her down, Hailey lunges to make the tag.
Exploding into the ring, the Tacoma Titan meets the still stooped Pandora with a boot to the gut, then wheels away from the champ. Reaching behind her head, Erway grabs Panny by the mane and pulls the blonde’s jaw over her shoulder. Krystal then drops to her backside, connecting with a Krystaline Crush the propels Pandora into the air before she crashes to her back.
KRYSTALINE CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOVgfzO3npg
Popping to her feet, the curvaceous brunette practically bounces to Pandora’s feet. Bending down, Erway grabs both the champion’s ankles and lifts her legs into a wide ‘V’. It’s krystal... errrr, crystal clear what the Tacoma Titan has in mind when she steps through...
KRYSTAL CHIROPRACTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxunJK04Igk
... only before she can lock the Beach Goddess’ succulent stems, the referee interjects, ordering Krystal back to her corner.
“ALRIGHT, KRYSTAL!” he shouts. “BACK TO YOUR CORNER!”
“WHAT THE HELL, MAN???” Erway protests. “HAILEY TAGGED ME!!!”
“DIDN’T SEE IT,” the ref replies. “IF I DIDN’T SEE IT, IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!”
“WELL, MAYBE IF YOU DID YOUR GAWDDAMMMMMMMNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Ashley’s sucker punch forearm to the back of Krystal’s skull shuts the brunette up in a snap, and Locke quickly follows up by giving Erway the bum’s rush toward the ropes. As the Goddess of Love sends one challenger flying to the floor, the Greek Goddess rolls the other back into the ring.
“OUT OF THE RING, LOCKE!” the ref snaps, and Ashley doesn’t argue, raising her hands and she saunters to her corner. Pandora, meanwhile, picks herself off the canvas and drags Hailey up as well, the Ultimate Weapon visibly still favoring her knee. Fortunately, that doesn’t prove to be the Beach Goddess’ next target...
... but that just means Hailey’s back is in for abuse, Pandora muscling the Ultimate Weapon up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. The former World champ works the hold for several seconds, punishing Kennedy’s spine, until the voluptuous blonde drops to one knee and tosses the Welsh vixen off her shoulder. The Ultimate Weapon crashes down, back first, across Panny’s posted knee.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k
Meanwhile, down on the floor, Pappy shoves Krystal into a standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Erway’s midsection, the Greek Goddess hoists the Tacoma Titan onto her shoulders before sending her back CRASHING into the security railing with a savage powerbomb.
Inside the ring, Panny makes the tag to Ashley Locke. The Goddess of Love tugs Hailey up by the hair, before grabbing hold of the Welsh blonde’s left wrist. Lifting that arm over Kennedy’s head, Locke balls her right fist as her other hand keeps Hailey’s behind her noggin. And unfortunately, the challenger’s “Ultimate Weapons” provide precious little defense when Locke SLAMS her heart punch into Kennedy’s chest.
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef5T3Ir2yY0
Hailey is sent plopping onto her ample backside, her eyes slightly crossed as Aphrodite quickly takes a seat atop the Welsh vixen’s lap. “Remind me,” Ashley said venomously, her legs snaking around Kennedy’s hips, “WHO was gonna end up jugging WHO out?”
Not waiting for an answer, Locke’s arms engulf Hailey’s noggin, drawing the Welsh blonde into her Love’s Labors Won seated scissored front sleeper. For a few seconds, Kennedy’s arms thrash and flail at her sides, but the heart punch had done much too good a job tenderizing her. The elimination of oxygen to her brain and lungs so soon after her bloodpump had been momentarily stifled proves too much to overcome. When the challenger’s arms drop to her side, the ref claims a wrist.
Hailey’s arm falls ONCE...
Hailey’s arm falls TWICE...
Hailey’s arm falls THREE TIMES!!!
“RING THE BELL!” the official orders, then drops to one knee beside the Goddess of Love--who, pointedly, has failed to release Hailey from the front sleeper despite the tolling that signaled the Three’s victory. The ref begins to tug at Locke’s shoulders, but he fails to pull Ashley away--the Goddess of Love releases the breast smother on her own, allowing Kennedy to collapse to her back, her arms spilling lifelessly over her head.
Pandora gives her partner a helping hand to her feet, while Adrianna passes the title belts to Locke and the Beach Goddess. Finding the closest camera, Ashley steps toward it, stooping to look directly into the lens as she points back at the slumbering Hailey. “Do you see THAT!” the leggy blonde purrs. “I JUST JUGGED OUT THE SUPPOSED QUEEN OF THE BREAST SMOTHER! *I* DID THAT! ME!!!”
Panny slings an arm over her partner’s shoulder, bending down to glare into the lens as well. “Is it starting to sink in yet?” she asks. “NO ONE CAN STOP US!!!”