Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:40:19 GMT
With the buzz that only a title match building in anticipation of the contest to come, ‘Scandalous Scholastics’ by Gym Class Heroes begins to pump through the arena’s speakers, the crowd quickly joining the music in welcoming tonight’s next two competitors.
It was certainly somewhat of a surprise to see these two announced as the challengers tonight. Agnes and Charlotte were popular and successful on the house show circuit, but that had rarely translated into breakthrough moments on television or PPV's. They were considered, at best, to be mid-card talent, and there were any number of more accomplished teams whom fans might more immediately expect to have been given the nod this evening.
Still, as Joe Louis once said, on any given night any fighter could beat any other fighter, if luck ran their way. For the duo now emerging from behind the curtain, they were prepared to make their own luck.
The blonde and brunette strode assertively to center stage with cheery dispositions, clearly pumped up and ready for action. Holding their positions for a moment, the twosome turned toward each other and shared a high five before excitedly heading down the ramp.
The P.T.A. marched confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they made their way to the ring. Tonight Agnes wore a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte was garbed all in pink, a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and boots to match.
Reaching the top of the steps, each spun to face the crowd waving and pointing at the adoring masses before each backed to the ropes behind them, one on either side of the buckles separating them, coiling their arms around the top cable and back flipping into the ring. The Announcer timed his introduction nicely as the team’s accompaniment faded.
“Tonight’s next match is a tag team battle scheduled for one fall, for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. First, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, seven inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, the Enticing Educator...AGNES APPLEBY! And her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty two pounds, the Dauntless Debutante...CHARLOTTE COLES! Together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
P.T.A. saluted the cheering fans, then combined in a hug/huddle, engaging in some last minute discussion.
AGNES APPLEBY
CHARLOTTE COLES
With the unexpected challengers front and center, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage echo through the arena. The FAWNatics rise as one to ‘welcome’ the vile, villainous and newly crowned tag team champs and, more specifically, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd is at a fever pitch, waiting for their moment to let loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend who was now their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
PORTIA VANBUREN
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, old-school white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
AMARA SINGH
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their complete destruction of America’s Sweethearts at All Hallows’ Evil.
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points the Asian beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at Agnes and Charlotte with a predatory grin, giving each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being the fodder for the Gold Standard’s first defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, VanBuren ‘chatting’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby slides noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We planned to give the Sweethearts a return match but let’s just say they’re not up to it AND NEVER WILL BE!”
The crowd grumbles as they realize the rumors might be true.
“When America’s Cowards get out of their hospital rooms, they’re tucking their flat tails and running somewhere we can’t finish the job. So buh-bye bitches. And all I can say to you morons in attendance is…YOU’RE WELCOME!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside as the titlists huddle in their corner, Amara emerging and motioning one or both of PTA to join her when the bell rings.
After a brief consultation, it's decided that Charlotte will answer the call, as Agnes slips between the ropes and takes her place on the apron. The younger Angel can barely contain her enthusiasm as she bounds out toward center ring, where she starts to circle her opponent on bouncing feet. Amara's face doesn't bother concealing the fact that she's less-than-impressed with what Portia has assured her will be a minor annoyance at best. Perhaps that's why she seems to go for a lock-up so listlessly, allowing Coles to easily duck under her grasp.
Singh arches an eyebrow in irritation and whirls around, moving much more quickly to get her hands on her smaller adversary...except Charlotte again dodges, and this time she grabs the Indian goddess's left wrist and, with a pirouette, she has Amara slapping at her own shoulder to dull the sudden pain of a wrist lock that twist's her arm like a pretzel. At ringside, Fortune's Favorite...who was already intent on complaining to the referee just to establish her authority, finds she now has an actual reason to complain.
"Make her break the hold...she's cheating!" VanBuren commands.
"How is she cheating?" the zebra asks.
"She's winning! Obviously that can only be because she's cheating, you idiot!" comes the exasperated reply.
Finally deciding that she's endured enough of this, Singh opts to try and power out of the wristlock. But that just so happens to be exactly what Coles wanted her do, and as the Sub-Continent Siren starts to exert her raw power, Charlotte makes ample use of the momentum, suddenly twirling and flipping Amara over with an arm drag that sends the tag champ thumping to the canvas, a look of complete and utter disbelief on her face.
From her place outside the ropes, Appleby claps and cheers on her partner, as Charlotte moves like North Carolina white lightning, taking a firm hold of her opponent's left ankle and twisting Amara's limb around her own, drawing a sharp retort of discomfort from the Indian. VanBuren slaps her palms to the ring apron, screaming at the ref to break the hold, but he ignores her and focuses on the action. Finally the grunting Singh is able to bring her other leg up and push her oppressor off with her boot. Clutching her aching leg, she takes only a few brief moments to collect herself, and then she rolls over onto her belly and starts to slither towards her team's corner in order to tag her partner in.
But even as she reaches up with her hand, her fingers tantalizingly close to those of Alexis, she feels a pair of hands grasping her ankles, and she squawks as she's suddenly yanked away from her partner and back to the middle of the ring. And before the strap-holder can gather her wits, Charlotte drops her posterior on the small of Amara's back, cups her hands under her chin, and yanks back on Singh's head for a basic Camel Clutch. Portia is nearly apoplectic at this point, pacing back and forth in such a rage that it almost seems that she's wearing a rut into the cement floor of the arena. The Indian grunts in pain while her partner urges her to break the hold and turn the tide. Coles, naturally enough, is beaming a smile of satisfaction and looking out at the cheering fans.
But as the more learned Agnes has advised her earnest younger partner in the past, control of the moment does not mean control of the match. And Charlotte's moment of control comes to an end as Singh grabs her thumbs and bends them backwards, drawing a sharp howl of pained protest from the Angel. The hold thus broken, Amara suddenly rolls to her side, throwing her opponent off her. With a blur of motion, the Indian lunges for her off-balance adversary. From ringside, VanBuren allows herself the smallest of smug smirks; all is right with the universe again, and now these Jersey girls are going to learn the folly of challenging the Greatest Tag Team of All-Time.
However, Charlotte isn’t so removed from her equilibrium as it appears, and she ducks under the attaching Amara. The blue-eyed blonde slips behind her foe, wrapping her arms around the golden-brown midriff of the Indian Empress. Coles lifts Singh off the canvas and deposits her to hands and knees within her waistlock.
“You try to use my Camel against me,” Singh growls over her shoulder. “You’re going to regret that.”
“I forgot,” Charlotte grunts, riding Singh from the side like a collegiate wrestler. “You’ve been in hiding for so long.”
A frustrated Amara huffs in frustration. She swings her hips through to a seated position, but Coles stays close, moving her grip to Amara’s noggin, swaddling the champ’s head while digging a knee between Singh’s shoulderblades.
From the sidelines, Alexis shouts at her partner to break loose, seemingly in shock the PTA would have this much control for the entire match. Amara leans into the blonde behind her to slowly rise to her feet. She swings an elbow, connecting one, two and three times, to loosen Coles’ grip, then reaches over her right shoulder to snatch Charlotte in a ¾ headlock grip and snap mare the blonde over and down, Coles landing on her backside.
As Charlotte’s lids clench over her baby blues, Amara reaches vertical and PLOWS a soccer-style kick into Coles’ lower spine. Charlotte arches her back from the pain as a sneering Singh slides to a stop, nodding her head. She quickly spins and CRASHES a similar boot to Coles’ chest, flattening the challenger to the canvas. Hovering above the wincing blonde, Amara drops a pointed elbow to the cleft of Coles’ bosom, intensifying the ache, Charlotte shuddering from the bony strike to her heart.
A contented Portia turns to the FAWNatics, pointing behind her.
“Watch and learn, Jerseys!”
Amara is already yanking Charlotte to her feet with a grip on the blonde’s golden locks and a wrist. As Agnes calls for a tag, Coles is guided elsewhere, Singh aiming her at a far neutral corner and heaving the challenger toward it with an Irish Whip. At least that’s the plan, but Charlotte has others, reversing the toss. It’s Amara sprinting to the corner instead, turning into a body-rattling collision with the buckles.
Instead of following directly, Charlotte takes a detour to the PTA corner for a tag to Appleby. Agnes is quickly through the cables and joins her partner in the corner opposite their target, Portia mid-hissy. Charlotte grabs the wrist of ‘Hot for Teacher’ and flings Appleby toward the flagging Indian.
Agnes leaps from several feet out, burying Amara under 130 pounds of dreamy detention. Appleby bounces away from Singh and watches Amara stumble toward the middle of the ring where she drops to her knees in a daze. As Coles evacuates the squared circle, her brunette counterpart is racing to the ropes behind the Sub-continent Siren just as Singh starts to rise. Unaware Agnes is coming from behind with her lesson plan, Amara is unready and unsteady as Appleby wraps an arm around her head and instantly sits out, DRIVING Amara’s flawless face into the deck with a bulldog.
Singh absently flops to her back and Agnes is right there with the cover and a huge upset at…
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Amara kicks free, rolling onto her shoulder as Alexis throws up her hands on the sidelines. VanBuren slaps the canvas, decidedly unhappy with the sluggish start. She’d chosen PTA to ease into their championship reign and the ‘Angels’ are not cooperating.
Appleby is on her feet after the kickout. She collects both legs of the downed Indian beauty, lifting Singh’s golden-brown stems. Agnes steps through and crosses Singh’s stems in a figure-four, then spins to put Amara on her chest with a locked and loaded Sharpshooter.
Sharpshooter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNxkPwwJ7EA&t=7s )
Appleby lowers into a crouch as the crowd goes wild and Amara howls in pain. Singh snatches at her ebony locks, pulling to spread the pain and Alexis’ look of anger turns to worry. Amara sinks her digits into the canvas and slowly pulls her way toward the ropes. After a half-dozen seconds of further agony, she wraps a palm around the bottom rope and screams for a break that Appleby provides. The brunette takes a couple steps back at the official’s urging.
An aching Amara uses the ropes to climb to her feet, cursing under her breath. From the champion’s corner, Alexis is not keeping her expletives in hushed tones, demanding Singh reach her so she can put the Standard back on course.
Hearing her foe, Agnes turns and gives an infuriating wave to Suguitan. It becomes bad calculus from the teacher when Amara surges to her foe and rakes a set of ruby nails across the eyes of the distracted Agnes. Limping past the blinded challenger, a wincing Singh tags her fellow title holder and the Penthouse Panther charges into battle, knocking Appleby flat with a shoulderblock.
The Filipino Phenom stares down at the bewildered brunette.
“Now you’re looking at the Gold in the Standard.”
Sugutian raises a boot and stomps toward a spot between Appleby’s big brown eyes, but Agnes shifts out of the way, tangles her arms within the legs of Suguitan and trips Alexis into a quick roll-up for…
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TWO,,,
Stacked on her shoulders, Alexis is able to spring loose from her predicament and hustle to her feet. She beats Appleby there then takes a scythe-like swing with a clothesline that Appleby ducks. The combatants spin to face each other and this time the teacher is quicker, plunging a toe kick into the bronzed belly of the Panther. Alexis doubles with a grunt, dark eyes bulging.
Agnes grabs Alexis around the head and barrel rolls to the right forcing Suguitan along for the ride with a swinging neckbreaker that PLANTS the champ to the deck. Alexis’ boots patter against the canvas as she cradles her head with both hands, learning like her partner before the PTA aren’t pushovers and the champs are going to face everyone’s best effort.
Outside, an exasperated Portia can only shake her head as a risen Agnes is up and snatching both long golden-brown gams of the champ. Appleby spins Alexis to her chest and settles into a crouch in a reverse straddle stance, dipping her backside as she secures a Boston Crab on the Panther. Torturing the vertebrae of the Standard bearer, Agnes grits her teeth and lowers further, drawing a pained yelp from Suguitan.
“Say when,” Agnes grunts.
The ref follows with his offer and a wincing Alexis shakes her head violently, dark locks flying.
It’s Suguitan’s turn to try and fight loose. She’s pointed toward the center so a trek to the ropes isn’t in the cards. Instead, she pushes up with her palms, ducks her head and somersaults through an escape, only to end matchbooked in a pin, Appleby sitting on the back of her knees for the…
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TWO…
Alexis manages to spring her body open and force Appleby to stagger several feet away while she pushes to her feet.
‘Hot for teacher’ is already in motion, leaping at the Filipino Phenom with a dropkick to Suguitan’s chest, but the champ pivots and sweeps the effort past her, Agnes landing with a heavy and empty thump. When Appleby scurries to her feet, she’s met with a crashing pair of Mongolian Chops to either side of her neck. The attack turns into a flurry of frustration, Alexis windmilling in a series of Mongolians that sends Agnes to her knees in front of the fiery Filipino.
Alexis sinks her nails into the bosom of the PTA member and hauls Agnes to her feet in very painful and embarrassing fashion. She guts the brunette with a raised knee to the abdomen of the challenger. With Appleby bent at the waist and gasping, Alexis tugs the lowered braincase of teach between her powerful thighs and swaddles Appleby’s tummy with her arms.
Showing her abundant power, Alexis flips Agnes up her frame, Appleby settling in a seat atop Suguitan’s shoulders. Alexis surges toward a neutral corner and tosses Appleby from several feet out with a Turnbuckle Powerbomb, Agnes’ spine THUMPING into the corner.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY )
The gobsmacked Agnes staggers drunkenly away from the brutal impact and into the arms of the dipping Alexis who swings Agnes up then down for a snap powerslam.
Snap Powerslam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fn6f7qgHB4E )
The challenger is left in an insensate starfish beside a kneeling Alexis and the champ drops atop her victim, hooking both legs and rolling up Appleby for the pin with the…
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Agnes shows her fight, kicking free, keeping the hopes of the FAWNatics in place and raising the ire of Fortune’s Favorite who demands the official gets his prescription checked.
Alexis seems more interested in dispensing pain when Appleby ends on her chest, Agnes crawling slowly toward her partner. Suguitan takes a seat on the pits of the former teacher’s knees. She slaps at the brunette’s sides, bringing Agnes’ arms close enough to snatch at the wrists. With her handles in place, Alexis extends her tawny stems, crossing her feet under the challenger’s chin.
With her vicious version of a surfboard applied, the Penthouse Panther leeeans back, stretching both arms, not to mention the spine and neck of the wincing Agnes.
“I believe you know the drill,” Portia’s once and again protégé informs. “Surrender before I rip them out of the sockets.”
A further tug and lean from the champ elicits a howl of anguish from Agnes and there’s no ready way for her to escape. Outside, Charlotte can only plead for her friend to hang on. Appleby apparently makes it to the point Alexis is bored with this particular torment. She unhooks her stockinged feet and puts the right behind the challenger’s head. Releasing her foe’s wrists she gives her own take on a curbstomp, sending Appleby’s face THUMPING into the deck, head bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Rolling to her feet, Suguitan considers more punishment, but a call from Portia brings Alexis to the Gold Standard corner where she hands the keys to the eager Amara, primed to make up for her slow start.
A steaming Singh strides to Appleby, ‘hot for teacher’ up to all fours. She helps the brunette to a wobbly stance and blisters her foe with a blazing backhand chop to the clavicle. Agnes is rocked by the blow and the repeated chops that follow, Appleby staggering to the ropes behind her. Pushing the PTA member deeper into the strands, Amara sends Agnes off with an Irish whip. Stationing dead center, she dips as Appleby returns, pressing her palms into Agnes’ thighs when Appleby tries to leap frog. Instead of a graceful hop over, the challenger flips HIGH into the Orlando sky courtesy a back body drop that delivers her spine-first to the canvas.
Agnes sits up, her backbone curved into an agonizing arch. Singh wraps her palms around Appleby’s cranium, tugging the struggling brunette to her feet. While Charlotte shouts encouragement, Amara puts Agnes in motion again with another heave.
The Empress levels a spinning heel kick at the bridge of Appleby’s nose upon her foe’s return, but Agnes ducks under and races to the opposite cables. She rebounds out of the strands and heads back toward a turned Singh. However, Amara scoops ‘hot for teacher’ off the canvas on her right hip. The Indian genuflects, dropping the challenger across bended knee. Agnes yelps in pain and the anguish only grows when Amara pushes down on either side of the posted PTA, working her over-the-knee backbreaker like she means to put Agnes in traction.
Instead of shoving the mewling brunette off, she latches onto Appleby’s scalp and pulls her up when the Empress arises. This time Amara points Agnes at the Gold Standard corner and buggywhips the brunette on her way. The PTA member turns into a back-battering impact that sends Appleby’s derriere to the deck when the challenger’s legs give out.
Her foe seated, leaning against the bottom buckle, legs extended, Singh skips to the opposite corner and races toward her target. A few feet out, she leaps with her stems leading the way. Her ass CRASHES into Agnes’ chest and Appleby learns Amara has busted a bronco in her day, RAMMING her cheeks into the brunette’s bosom, Singh’s junk jacking Agnes’ jaw.
After a full ten-spot, a beaming Amara turns and nods at the FAWNatics. The crowd jeers as the Empress backs dat ass up and provides a Harem Shake to Appleby’s face, washing the challenger’s features with her version of the stinkface. Amara’s educated hips leave no curve of Agnes’ mug unswabbed as the battered ex-teacher gets a faceful before the ref’s count compels Amara to pull off, leaving a greasy-faced and slobberknocked Appleby behind.
Singh strolls confidently to her golden-clad partner while Charlotte begs for her teammate to get off her backside and down the length of the ring to safety. Amara slaps hands with Alexis just as Appleby manages to use the ropes behind her to pull to vertical. The Penthouse Panther rushes toward her target, hands laced above her for a double axhandle blow when Agnes throws her body out of the way.
Suguitan’s chest THUMPS into the top buckle as the PTA member staggers clear and to the outstretched hand of Coles. Alexis shakes out the mistaken collision with the corner and turns to see Agnes dive to a tag of her own.
The Filipino Phenom charges the entering blonde with a sweeping scythe-like clothesline but the nimble challenger deftly ducks under and Portia’s once and again protégé rams into a set of buckles a second time. With a dazed Alexis draped over the corner, back to the center of the ring and Charlotte, Coles races to the opposite corner, cheerily waving to a sneering Baby along the way. The baby blues of the challenger focus across the canvas and she takes off like a shot, racing toward Suguitan. The blonde leaps off the canvas from a few feet out, fashioning herself into a cannonball, her knees TH&UMPING into the spine of the tawny-skinned title holder.
Coles bounces away from the impact, landing on her feet and trotting back to center stage as a wobbling and wincing Alexis turns and stumbles out of the corner. Charlotte races toward the reeling Suguitan and chops her down to one knee with a low dropkick to the right leg. With Alexis genuflecting, Coles pushes quickly to her feet and takes an abbreviated loop to gain momentum. She charges in and NAILS Alexis in the temple with a beauty of a Shining Wizard that lays the Filipino out in a motionless starfish.
Coles dives atop the splayed Alexis for the…
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THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics groan, an upset for the ages avoided by less than a second.
Coles sneaks a disappointed glance at the official but gets back about her business when Alexis stirs. She pulls the Penthouse Panther to vertical, Alexis’ golden-brown stems still rubbery.
“Time to put you in detention,” the blonde informs.
Coles guides Sugutian to the middle and straps herself onto the Filipino from behind, stepping her left leg over that of the champion while pressing her torso perpendicular across Alexis’ back. Charlotte’s ready to slip her torso under the Panther’s far arm then collect her foe’s far leg to place Alexis in her After School Special and teach her tonight’s final lesson.
After School Special ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCsXRrXVxn0 )
But before Charlotte can seal the deal, Alexis presents her power, straightening out of the dangerous predicament and hupping Coles across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry the challenger’s halfway to courtesy her own offense.
With the blonde wriggling furiously, Alexis drops Samoan style, Charlotte’s spine SLAMMED into the deck with Sugutian landing on top, forcing the air from the challenger and leaving Coles arched and wincing, baby blues bugging.
In little condition to press her advantage, Alexis rolls to hands and knees, pushes to her feet and staggers to the waiting Empress. Amara slaps hands with her partner and is all business in reaching Charlotte as the blonde is halfway to her feet.
The sinister Singh GUTS Charlotte with a deep toe kick that doubles the challenger over. Amara tugs Coles’ lowered head between her tawny thighs. The Indian wraps her arms around Coles’ gulping tummy and pops the blonde up her body in a flip, the ragged Charlotte sitting on Singh’s shoulders for an instant, only to quickly be sent hurtling to earth courtesy Amara’s BollyBomb.
BollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
With Coles laid out between the extended legs of the Empress, Charlotte partially matchbooked by the conquering villain, the ref drops beside the vanquished blonde and counts out the…
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THRENOOO!
Astonished, Amara looks at her corner and Portia can only reply with the same confusion. The crowd and a partially recovered Agnes cheer on the demolished yet resisting Charlotte with all their might. Still, Coles looks out on her feet when Singh bundles her to something approaching vertical and ushers her to the corner of the Gold Standard.
Amara scoops Coles up under her legs and lifts her to a seat on the top buckle. From there, Singh climbs to the middle ropes and sinks her talons into the flaxen locks of the blasted challenger, Alexis reaching over to tag Singh’s shoulder just before take-off. Amara leaps up and away from the buckles tugging Coles with her. Singh lands on her plush cheeks, putting a dent in the mat with Charlotte’s forehead via her devastating Bollywood Bash, a sitout facebuster from the middle buckle.
Amara could have flipped the unconscious blonde like a pancake and covered for three or three hundred, but the legal champion, Alexis, is in the ring and directing Singh to her feet. Amara doesn’t seem all that pleased but a calming look from VanBuren and the Empress cedes her advantage to Suguitan.
Alexis hauls what little is left of Coles to her feet, keeping her foe bent at the waist. The golden-brown-skinned grappler collects double underhooks, then shakes her head. She moves her grip instead to a double-fisted wedgie of the blonde’s bottoms then LAUNCHES Charlotte into a front flip the Panther catches halfway through. The rest is power and gravity and, for the PTA member academic, as Alexis delivers Coles to the canvas with her Panty Peeler.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOvvM5l4qj4 ) wedgie instead of underhooks
With Charlotte again matchbooked and this time out cold between Alexis’ sinewy stems, the official slaps the mat for the…
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THREE!!!!
The crowd groans with the final connection of hand to canvas.
Within the blink of an eye, Portia is in the squared circle, guiding Amara to cut off an entering Appleby with a knee to the cranium that sends the dipping Agnes to the floor before she can make it all the way in.
Baby directs Alexis to her feet to pluck the unworthy challenger out of her slumber and bum rush the blonde to an aerial exit, the PTA member landing flush on her splattered cohort, a steaming pile of loser left on the thinly-padded cement.
Inside, VanBuren calls for the gold from the official, snatching the belts away from the zebra and presenting one to each of her warriors. Baby slips between and raises an arm of Amara and Alexis, Singh and Suguitan raising their prizes with their free hand.
“All comers,” Portia shouts to anyone who wants to listen and even some who don’t. “When you fight the Gold Standard, you can’t help but come out anything but second best.”
It was certainly somewhat of a surprise to see these two announced as the challengers tonight. Agnes and Charlotte were popular and successful on the house show circuit, but that had rarely translated into breakthrough moments on television or PPV's. They were considered, at best, to be mid-card talent, and there were any number of more accomplished teams whom fans might more immediately expect to have been given the nod this evening.
Still, as Joe Louis once said, on any given night any fighter could beat any other fighter, if luck ran their way. For the duo now emerging from behind the curtain, they were prepared to make their own luck.
The blonde and brunette strode assertively to center stage with cheery dispositions, clearly pumped up and ready for action. Holding their positions for a moment, the twosome turned toward each other and shared a high five before excitedly heading down the ramp.
The P.T.A. marched confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they made their way to the ring. Tonight Agnes wore a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte was garbed all in pink, a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and boots to match.
Reaching the top of the steps, each spun to face the crowd waving and pointing at the adoring masses before each backed to the ropes behind them, one on either side of the buckles separating them, coiling their arms around the top cable and back flipping into the ring. The Announcer timed his introduction nicely as the team’s accompaniment faded.
“Tonight’s next match is a tag team battle scheduled for one fall, for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. First, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, seven inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, the Enticing Educator...AGNES APPLEBY! And her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty two pounds, the Dauntless Debutante...CHARLOTTE COLES! Together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
P.T.A. saluted the cheering fans, then combined in a hug/huddle, engaging in some last minute discussion.
AGNES APPLEBY
CHARLOTTE COLES
With the unexpected challengers front and center, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage echo through the arena. The FAWNatics rise as one to ‘welcome’ the vile, villainous and newly crowned tag team champs and, more specifically, their malicious, moneyed manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd is at a fever pitch, waiting for their moment to let loose on the salacious sellouts and the Long Island legend who was now their leader.
A spotlight blinks into a long streak of light as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough” and, at the end of the beam…a strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing she feels radiating from the concealed hordes.
PORTIA VANBUREN
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, old-school white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
AMARA SINGH
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and their complete destruction of America’s Sweethearts at All Hallows’ Evil.
The Standard strides to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points the Asian beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in golden two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts that let the champs’ curves overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia stares at Agnes and Charlotte with a predatory grin, giving each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being the fodder for the Gold Standard’s first defense.
Singh and Sugutian slip through the ropes and claim center stage, VanBuren ‘chatting’ amiably with the front rows, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby slides noticeably behind her shocktroops, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips.
“We planned to give the Sweethearts a return match but let’s just say they’re not up to it AND NEVER WILL BE!”
The crowd grumbles as they realize the rumors might be true.
“When America’s Cowards get out of their hospital rooms, they’re tucking their flat tails and running somewhere we can’t finish the job. So buh-bye bitches. And all I can say to you morons in attendance is…YOU’RE WELCOME!”
VanBuren drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside as the titlists huddle in their corner, Amara emerging and motioning one or both of PTA to join her when the bell rings.
After a brief consultation, it's decided that Charlotte will answer the call, as Agnes slips between the ropes and takes her place on the apron. The younger Angel can barely contain her enthusiasm as she bounds out toward center ring, where she starts to circle her opponent on bouncing feet. Amara's face doesn't bother concealing the fact that she's less-than-impressed with what Portia has assured her will be a minor annoyance at best. Perhaps that's why she seems to go for a lock-up so listlessly, allowing Coles to easily duck under her grasp.
Singh arches an eyebrow in irritation and whirls around, moving much more quickly to get her hands on her smaller adversary...except Charlotte again dodges, and this time she grabs the Indian goddess's left wrist and, with a pirouette, she has Amara slapping at her own shoulder to dull the sudden pain of a wrist lock that twist's her arm like a pretzel. At ringside, Fortune's Favorite...who was already intent on complaining to the referee just to establish her authority, finds she now has an actual reason to complain.
"Make her break the hold...she's cheating!" VanBuren commands.
"How is she cheating?" the zebra asks.
"She's winning! Obviously that can only be because she's cheating, you idiot!" comes the exasperated reply.
Finally deciding that she's endured enough of this, Singh opts to try and power out of the wristlock. But that just so happens to be exactly what Coles wanted her do, and as the Sub-Continent Siren starts to exert her raw power, Charlotte makes ample use of the momentum, suddenly twirling and flipping Amara over with an arm drag that sends the tag champ thumping to the canvas, a look of complete and utter disbelief on her face.
From her place outside the ropes, Appleby claps and cheers on her partner, as Charlotte moves like North Carolina white lightning, taking a firm hold of her opponent's left ankle and twisting Amara's limb around her own, drawing a sharp retort of discomfort from the Indian. VanBuren slaps her palms to the ring apron, screaming at the ref to break the hold, but he ignores her and focuses on the action. Finally the grunting Singh is able to bring her other leg up and push her oppressor off with her boot. Clutching her aching leg, she takes only a few brief moments to collect herself, and then she rolls over onto her belly and starts to slither towards her team's corner in order to tag her partner in.
But even as she reaches up with her hand, her fingers tantalizingly close to those of Alexis, she feels a pair of hands grasping her ankles, and she squawks as she's suddenly yanked away from her partner and back to the middle of the ring. And before the strap-holder can gather her wits, Charlotte drops her posterior on the small of Amara's back, cups her hands under her chin, and yanks back on Singh's head for a basic Camel Clutch. Portia is nearly apoplectic at this point, pacing back and forth in such a rage that it almost seems that she's wearing a rut into the cement floor of the arena. The Indian grunts in pain while her partner urges her to break the hold and turn the tide. Coles, naturally enough, is beaming a smile of satisfaction and looking out at the cheering fans.
But as the more learned Agnes has advised her earnest younger partner in the past, control of the moment does not mean control of the match. And Charlotte's moment of control comes to an end as Singh grabs her thumbs and bends them backwards, drawing a sharp howl of pained protest from the Angel. The hold thus broken, Amara suddenly rolls to her side, throwing her opponent off her. With a blur of motion, the Indian lunges for her off-balance adversary. From ringside, VanBuren allows herself the smallest of smug smirks; all is right with the universe again, and now these Jersey girls are going to learn the folly of challenging the Greatest Tag Team of All-Time.
However, Charlotte isn’t so removed from her equilibrium as it appears, and she ducks under the attaching Amara. The blue-eyed blonde slips behind her foe, wrapping her arms around the golden-brown midriff of the Indian Empress. Coles lifts Singh off the canvas and deposits her to hands and knees within her waistlock.
“You try to use my Camel against me,” Singh growls over her shoulder. “You’re going to regret that.”
“I forgot,” Charlotte grunts, riding Singh from the side like a collegiate wrestler. “You’ve been in hiding for so long.”
A frustrated Amara huffs in frustration. She swings her hips through to a seated position, but Coles stays close, moving her grip to Amara’s noggin, swaddling the champ’s head while digging a knee between Singh’s shoulderblades.
From the sidelines, Alexis shouts at her partner to break loose, seemingly in shock the PTA would have this much control for the entire match. Amara leans into the blonde behind her to slowly rise to her feet. She swings an elbow, connecting one, two and three times, to loosen Coles’ grip, then reaches over her right shoulder to snatch Charlotte in a ¾ headlock grip and snap mare the blonde over and down, Coles landing on her backside.
As Charlotte’s lids clench over her baby blues, Amara reaches vertical and PLOWS a soccer-style kick into Coles’ lower spine. Charlotte arches her back from the pain as a sneering Singh slides to a stop, nodding her head. She quickly spins and CRASHES a similar boot to Coles’ chest, flattening the challenger to the canvas. Hovering above the wincing blonde, Amara drops a pointed elbow to the cleft of Coles’ bosom, intensifying the ache, Charlotte shuddering from the bony strike to her heart.
A contented Portia turns to the FAWNatics, pointing behind her.
“Watch and learn, Jerseys!”
Amara is already yanking Charlotte to her feet with a grip on the blonde’s golden locks and a wrist. As Agnes calls for a tag, Coles is guided elsewhere, Singh aiming her at a far neutral corner and heaving the challenger toward it with an Irish Whip. At least that’s the plan, but Charlotte has others, reversing the toss. It’s Amara sprinting to the corner instead, turning into a body-rattling collision with the buckles.
Instead of following directly, Charlotte takes a detour to the PTA corner for a tag to Appleby. Agnes is quickly through the cables and joins her partner in the corner opposite their target, Portia mid-hissy. Charlotte grabs the wrist of ‘Hot for Teacher’ and flings Appleby toward the flagging Indian.
Agnes leaps from several feet out, burying Amara under 130 pounds of dreamy detention. Appleby bounces away from Singh and watches Amara stumble toward the middle of the ring where she drops to her knees in a daze. As Coles evacuates the squared circle, her brunette counterpart is racing to the ropes behind the Sub-continent Siren just as Singh starts to rise. Unaware Agnes is coming from behind with her lesson plan, Amara is unready and unsteady as Appleby wraps an arm around her head and instantly sits out, DRIVING Amara’s flawless face into the deck with a bulldog.
Singh absently flops to her back and Agnes is right there with the cover and a huge upset at…
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Amara kicks free, rolling onto her shoulder as Alexis throws up her hands on the sidelines. VanBuren slaps the canvas, decidedly unhappy with the sluggish start. She’d chosen PTA to ease into their championship reign and the ‘Angels’ are not cooperating.
Appleby is on her feet after the kickout. She collects both legs of the downed Indian beauty, lifting Singh’s golden-brown stems. Agnes steps through and crosses Singh’s stems in a figure-four, then spins to put Amara on her chest with a locked and loaded Sharpshooter.
Sharpshooter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNxkPwwJ7EA&t=7s )
Appleby lowers into a crouch as the crowd goes wild and Amara howls in pain. Singh snatches at her ebony locks, pulling to spread the pain and Alexis’ look of anger turns to worry. Amara sinks her digits into the canvas and slowly pulls her way toward the ropes. After a half-dozen seconds of further agony, she wraps a palm around the bottom rope and screams for a break that Appleby provides. The brunette takes a couple steps back at the official’s urging.
An aching Amara uses the ropes to climb to her feet, cursing under her breath. From the champion’s corner, Alexis is not keeping her expletives in hushed tones, demanding Singh reach her so she can put the Standard back on course.
Hearing her foe, Agnes turns and gives an infuriating wave to Suguitan. It becomes bad calculus from the teacher when Amara surges to her foe and rakes a set of ruby nails across the eyes of the distracted Agnes. Limping past the blinded challenger, a wincing Singh tags her fellow title holder and the Penthouse Panther charges into battle, knocking Appleby flat with a shoulderblock.
The Filipino Phenom stares down at the bewildered brunette.
“Now you’re looking at the Gold in the Standard.”
Sugutian raises a boot and stomps toward a spot between Appleby’s big brown eyes, but Agnes shifts out of the way, tangles her arms within the legs of Suguitan and trips Alexis into a quick roll-up for…
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Stacked on her shoulders, Alexis is able to spring loose from her predicament and hustle to her feet. She beats Appleby there then takes a scythe-like swing with a clothesline that Appleby ducks. The combatants spin to face each other and this time the teacher is quicker, plunging a toe kick into the bronzed belly of the Panther. Alexis doubles with a grunt, dark eyes bulging.
Agnes grabs Alexis around the head and barrel rolls to the right forcing Suguitan along for the ride with a swinging neckbreaker that PLANTS the champ to the deck. Alexis’ boots patter against the canvas as she cradles her head with both hands, learning like her partner before the PTA aren’t pushovers and the champs are going to face everyone’s best effort.
Outside, an exasperated Portia can only shake her head as a risen Agnes is up and snatching both long golden-brown gams of the champ. Appleby spins Alexis to her chest and settles into a crouch in a reverse straddle stance, dipping her backside as she secures a Boston Crab on the Panther. Torturing the vertebrae of the Standard bearer, Agnes grits her teeth and lowers further, drawing a pained yelp from Suguitan.
“Say when,” Agnes grunts.
The ref follows with his offer and a wincing Alexis shakes her head violently, dark locks flying.
It’s Suguitan’s turn to try and fight loose. She’s pointed toward the center so a trek to the ropes isn’t in the cards. Instead, she pushes up with her palms, ducks her head and somersaults through an escape, only to end matchbooked in a pin, Appleby sitting on the back of her knees for the…
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Alexis manages to spring her body open and force Appleby to stagger several feet away while she pushes to her feet.
‘Hot for teacher’ is already in motion, leaping at the Filipino Phenom with a dropkick to Suguitan’s chest, but the champ pivots and sweeps the effort past her, Agnes landing with a heavy and empty thump. When Appleby scurries to her feet, she’s met with a crashing pair of Mongolian Chops to either side of her neck. The attack turns into a flurry of frustration, Alexis windmilling in a series of Mongolians that sends Agnes to her knees in front of the fiery Filipino.
Alexis sinks her nails into the bosom of the PTA member and hauls Agnes to her feet in very painful and embarrassing fashion. She guts the brunette with a raised knee to the abdomen of the challenger. With Appleby bent at the waist and gasping, Alexis tugs the lowered braincase of teach between her powerful thighs and swaddles Appleby’s tummy with her arms.
Showing her abundant power, Alexis flips Agnes up her frame, Appleby settling in a seat atop Suguitan’s shoulders. Alexis surges toward a neutral corner and tosses Appleby from several feet out with a Turnbuckle Powerbomb, Agnes’ spine THUMPING into the corner.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY )
The gobsmacked Agnes staggers drunkenly away from the brutal impact and into the arms of the dipping Alexis who swings Agnes up then down for a snap powerslam.
Snap Powerslam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fn6f7qgHB4E )
The challenger is left in an insensate starfish beside a kneeling Alexis and the champ drops atop her victim, hooking both legs and rolling up Appleby for the pin with the…
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Agnes shows her fight, kicking free, keeping the hopes of the FAWNatics in place and raising the ire of Fortune’s Favorite who demands the official gets his prescription checked.
Alexis seems more interested in dispensing pain when Appleby ends on her chest, Agnes crawling slowly toward her partner. Suguitan takes a seat on the pits of the former teacher’s knees. She slaps at the brunette’s sides, bringing Agnes’ arms close enough to snatch at the wrists. With her handles in place, Alexis extends her tawny stems, crossing her feet under the challenger’s chin.
With her vicious version of a surfboard applied, the Penthouse Panther leeeans back, stretching both arms, not to mention the spine and neck of the wincing Agnes.
“I believe you know the drill,” Portia’s once and again protégé informs. “Surrender before I rip them out of the sockets.”
A further tug and lean from the champ elicits a howl of anguish from Agnes and there’s no ready way for her to escape. Outside, Charlotte can only plead for her friend to hang on. Appleby apparently makes it to the point Alexis is bored with this particular torment. She unhooks her stockinged feet and puts the right behind the challenger’s head. Releasing her foe’s wrists she gives her own take on a curbstomp, sending Appleby’s face THUMPING into the deck, head bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Rolling to her feet, Suguitan considers more punishment, but a call from Portia brings Alexis to the Gold Standard corner where she hands the keys to the eager Amara, primed to make up for her slow start.
A steaming Singh strides to Appleby, ‘hot for teacher’ up to all fours. She helps the brunette to a wobbly stance and blisters her foe with a blazing backhand chop to the clavicle. Agnes is rocked by the blow and the repeated chops that follow, Appleby staggering to the ropes behind her. Pushing the PTA member deeper into the strands, Amara sends Agnes off with an Irish whip. Stationing dead center, she dips as Appleby returns, pressing her palms into Agnes’ thighs when Appleby tries to leap frog. Instead of a graceful hop over, the challenger flips HIGH into the Orlando sky courtesy a back body drop that delivers her spine-first to the canvas.
Agnes sits up, her backbone curved into an agonizing arch. Singh wraps her palms around Appleby’s cranium, tugging the struggling brunette to her feet. While Charlotte shouts encouragement, Amara puts Agnes in motion again with another heave.
The Empress levels a spinning heel kick at the bridge of Appleby’s nose upon her foe’s return, but Agnes ducks under and races to the opposite cables. She rebounds out of the strands and heads back toward a turned Singh. However, Amara scoops ‘hot for teacher’ off the canvas on her right hip. The Indian genuflects, dropping the challenger across bended knee. Agnes yelps in pain and the anguish only grows when Amara pushes down on either side of the posted PTA, working her over-the-knee backbreaker like she means to put Agnes in traction.
Instead of shoving the mewling brunette off, she latches onto Appleby’s scalp and pulls her up when the Empress arises. This time Amara points Agnes at the Gold Standard corner and buggywhips the brunette on her way. The PTA member turns into a back-battering impact that sends Appleby’s derriere to the deck when the challenger’s legs give out.
Her foe seated, leaning against the bottom buckle, legs extended, Singh skips to the opposite corner and races toward her target. A few feet out, she leaps with her stems leading the way. Her ass CRASHES into Agnes’ chest and Appleby learns Amara has busted a bronco in her day, RAMMING her cheeks into the brunette’s bosom, Singh’s junk jacking Agnes’ jaw.
After a full ten-spot, a beaming Amara turns and nods at the FAWNatics. The crowd jeers as the Empress backs dat ass up and provides a Harem Shake to Appleby’s face, washing the challenger’s features with her version of the stinkface. Amara’s educated hips leave no curve of Agnes’ mug unswabbed as the battered ex-teacher gets a faceful before the ref’s count compels Amara to pull off, leaving a greasy-faced and slobberknocked Appleby behind.
Singh strolls confidently to her golden-clad partner while Charlotte begs for her teammate to get off her backside and down the length of the ring to safety. Amara slaps hands with Alexis just as Appleby manages to use the ropes behind her to pull to vertical. The Penthouse Panther rushes toward her target, hands laced above her for a double axhandle blow when Agnes throws her body out of the way.
Suguitan’s chest THUMPS into the top buckle as the PTA member staggers clear and to the outstretched hand of Coles. Alexis shakes out the mistaken collision with the corner and turns to see Agnes dive to a tag of her own.
The Filipino Phenom charges the entering blonde with a sweeping scythe-like clothesline but the nimble challenger deftly ducks under and Portia’s once and again protégé rams into a set of buckles a second time. With a dazed Alexis draped over the corner, back to the center of the ring and Charlotte, Coles races to the opposite corner, cheerily waving to a sneering Baby along the way. The baby blues of the challenger focus across the canvas and she takes off like a shot, racing toward Suguitan. The blonde leaps off the canvas from a few feet out, fashioning herself into a cannonball, her knees TH&UMPING into the spine of the tawny-skinned title holder.
Coles bounces away from the impact, landing on her feet and trotting back to center stage as a wobbling and wincing Alexis turns and stumbles out of the corner. Charlotte races toward the reeling Suguitan and chops her down to one knee with a low dropkick to the right leg. With Alexis genuflecting, Coles pushes quickly to her feet and takes an abbreviated loop to gain momentum. She charges in and NAILS Alexis in the temple with a beauty of a Shining Wizard that lays the Filipino out in a motionless starfish.
Coles dives atop the splayed Alexis for the…
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THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics groan, an upset for the ages avoided by less than a second.
Coles sneaks a disappointed glance at the official but gets back about her business when Alexis stirs. She pulls the Penthouse Panther to vertical, Alexis’ golden-brown stems still rubbery.
“Time to put you in detention,” the blonde informs.
Coles guides Sugutian to the middle and straps herself onto the Filipino from behind, stepping her left leg over that of the champion while pressing her torso perpendicular across Alexis’ back. Charlotte’s ready to slip her torso under the Panther’s far arm then collect her foe’s far leg to place Alexis in her After School Special and teach her tonight’s final lesson.
After School Special ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCsXRrXVxn0 )
But before Charlotte can seal the deal, Alexis presents her power, straightening out of the dangerous predicament and hupping Coles across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry the challenger’s halfway to courtesy her own offense.
With the blonde wriggling furiously, Alexis drops Samoan style, Charlotte’s spine SLAMMED into the deck with Sugutian landing on top, forcing the air from the challenger and leaving Coles arched and wincing, baby blues bugging.
In little condition to press her advantage, Alexis rolls to hands and knees, pushes to her feet and staggers to the waiting Empress. Amara slaps hands with her partner and is all business in reaching Charlotte as the blonde is halfway to her feet.
The sinister Singh GUTS Charlotte with a deep toe kick that doubles the challenger over. Amara tugs Coles’ lowered head between her tawny thighs. The Indian wraps her arms around Coles’ gulping tummy and pops the blonde up her body in a flip, the ragged Charlotte sitting on Singh’s shoulders for an instant, only to quickly be sent hurtling to earth courtesy Amara’s BollyBomb.
BollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
With Coles laid out between the extended legs of the Empress, Charlotte partially matchbooked by the conquering villain, the ref drops beside the vanquished blonde and counts out the…
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THRENOOO!
Astonished, Amara looks at her corner and Portia can only reply with the same confusion. The crowd and a partially recovered Agnes cheer on the demolished yet resisting Charlotte with all their might. Still, Coles looks out on her feet when Singh bundles her to something approaching vertical and ushers her to the corner of the Gold Standard.
Amara scoops Coles up under her legs and lifts her to a seat on the top buckle. From there, Singh climbs to the middle ropes and sinks her talons into the flaxen locks of the blasted challenger, Alexis reaching over to tag Singh’s shoulder just before take-off. Amara leaps up and away from the buckles tugging Coles with her. Singh lands on her plush cheeks, putting a dent in the mat with Charlotte’s forehead via her devastating Bollywood Bash, a sitout facebuster from the middle buckle.
Amara could have flipped the unconscious blonde like a pancake and covered for three or three hundred, but the legal champion, Alexis, is in the ring and directing Singh to her feet. Amara doesn’t seem all that pleased but a calming look from VanBuren and the Empress cedes her advantage to Suguitan.
Alexis hauls what little is left of Coles to her feet, keeping her foe bent at the waist. The golden-brown-skinned grappler collects double underhooks, then shakes her head. She moves her grip instead to a double-fisted wedgie of the blonde’s bottoms then LAUNCHES Charlotte into a front flip the Panther catches halfway through. The rest is power and gravity and, for the PTA member academic, as Alexis delivers Coles to the canvas with her Panty Peeler.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOvvM5l4qj4 ) wedgie instead of underhooks
With Charlotte again matchbooked and this time out cold between Alexis’ sinewy stems, the official slaps the mat for the…
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THREE!!!!
The crowd groans with the final connection of hand to canvas.
Within the blink of an eye, Portia is in the squared circle, guiding Amara to cut off an entering Appleby with a knee to the cranium that sends the dipping Agnes to the floor before she can make it all the way in.
Baby directs Alexis to her feet to pluck the unworthy challenger out of her slumber and bum rush the blonde to an aerial exit, the PTA member landing flush on her splattered cohort, a steaming pile of loser left on the thinly-padded cement.
Inside, VanBuren calls for the gold from the official, snatching the belts away from the zebra and presenting one to each of her warriors. Baby slips between and raises an arm of Amara and Alexis, Singh and Suguitan raising their prizes with their free hand.
“All comers,” Portia shouts to anyone who wants to listen and even some who don’t. “When you fight the Gold Standard, you can’t help but come out anything but second best.”