Post by hawkeye on Jun 6, 2023 23:12:08 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, hailing from New York, New York and Lamia, Greece respectively, weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and seventy-six pounds... ASHLEY LOCKE AND ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS... THEY ARE THE GODDESSES!”
The curtains parted, and that served as more than enough of a cue for the audience to roar with a heady mixture of disdain and delight, the cacophony serving as fitting welcome for former Tag Team Champions looking to reclaim what was once theirs and theirs alone.
ASHLEY LOCKE:
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS:
Unimpressed by the noise, the Destroyers stood shoulder to shoulder and looked upon the unworthy throng. To the right loomed the one-time Goddess of Love. But even with the name Aphrodite now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remained an Amazon, a statuesque blonde right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that was assuredly leg. Said gams were exquisitely sculpted and looked downright dangerous, as did 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 matched the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads were basic lycra that lacked any sort of embellishment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot was adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To the left stood FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regarded 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 stared, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire as a nod to her time in the Black Court or possibly homage to her own malicious heart. Pappy adjusted her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gave the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots were as black as the rest of her attire.
Heads momentarily together, no doubt to discuss details of the doom hurtling toward the false idols that dared proclaim themselves champions, Locke and Papadopolous exchanged a fist bump before starting down the aisle with devastation on their mind. Leaping onto different corners of the apron as Ellie Goulding's voice replaced Iggy's, Ashley and Adrianna raised a combative fist to the sky in time with the lyrics of their anthem....
“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 Goddesses made flesh drew those hands back to their abdomens to strap invisible titles back into the only place they ever belonged.
“But bitch I got it now!”
Eager to make proclamation into prophecy, blonde and brunette each threaded a luscious leg through the ropes before easing onto the field of battle. Claiming the squared circle by sheer divine might, they took up residence in the middle and stared daggers at the stage while Al Carpenter did his best to inspect their boots and pads.
Carpenter was still working his way through that daunting and thankless task when the Mayhem vbe went from divine to disquieting thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the New Order of Things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to cheer Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against former stablemates she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky thought about it for a moment, shook her head 'no'. “Pandy's not one for the delicate approach, doc. If she wanted these, she'd already be in the ring. Doesn't mean we won't boot that ass up between her shoulders if she makes an appearance.” Quite satisfied with this assessment, she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while the Coalition kept a wary eue on the both of 'em. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia trained her attention on pair of delusional lab rats seeking to reclaim former glory. Neither flinched from the redhead's gaze, but Blassenville didn't mind. That was learned behavior and she and Rebecca were always happy to impart fresh knowledge in their subjects.
The noise was near deafening when the bell sounded, despite the fact that the crowd didn't much care for either of the teams involved in this title bout. In this particular instance it wasn't about the FAWNatics deciding to throw their support behind whichever duo they deemed the lesser of two evils, rather it was the delirious, slightly giddy joy that came with urging four Destroyer-class heels to simply pound the snot out of each other until the issue was settled.
Over on the challengers side of the ring Adrianna and Ashley exchanged a fist bump before the former slipped through the ropes and the latter strolled out to the middle of the ring. Catching Clayton's eye, Locke blew her old stablemate a kiss and Bex started forward only to stop when Blassenville squeezed her arm. “Please, allow me the opening salvo in tonight's experiment.” the Temptress murmured. “Ms. Locke is putting off a special brand of insolence I'd like to observe up close before quashing it entirely.”
Clayton snorted. “Yeah, she does that. All right, get your shots in, just leave me some. I'll keep an eye out for Pandora.”
Celia nodded understanding though her attention was already honed on the towering blonde. Closing on the former Tag Champ with a directness that would've been unthinkable from anyone save her own partner, Blassenville stopped a step or two shy and--'ooooooooohhhh!' from those assembled when Ashley surged forward and went nose to nose with her opponent, the Goddess of Love making a point to look down her nose at the redhead despite the fact that she was only an inch taller.
“You certainly have done an excellent job dominating flyweights and idiots since you claimed those titles.” Locke purred. “It'll be a shame to see you two crumple against your first real competition.”
Blassenville smiled and chested up on the challenger, her show of aggression earning another intrigued rumble from the sold out crowd. “Well you've certainly done a good job blending into the background since Emily allowed her Courtiers to follow their own agendas.” Celia replied with the faintest trace of a smile. “The quality of her leadership was truly quite remarkable even if she was a bit too idealistic for her own good. And as far as your second observation is concerned, you're far from real competition, though I'd be willing to reevaluate that assessment if we were facing Adrianna and PandorNNGGGHH!”
Ashley interrupted the disrespect with a quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose, then snatched hold of Celia's braid and yanked her head back at an angle that allowed for no less than three CRACKING Bitch Slaps! Treating the stunned battler to a cruel smile and a quick peck on the cheek, Locke relinquished her hair-hold in favor of a Wristlock and sent Blassenville charging into the ropes with an Irish WhNO!
Celia planted her feet to bring the momentum of the Whip grinding to a halt, but rather than sling Ashley to the strands in her place, the Mistress of Puppets lunged forward and THWHACKED her blonde across the cheek with a massive right hand! Locke's head snapped back and her hands dropped but she didn't go down, so Celia made some quick measurements and skipped skyward, the Destroyer looking remarkably nimble as she THWHUNKED her left knee into the challenger's cheek!
HIGH KNEE @ 00:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmRniOWgC9M
Most women would've hit the deck in a stupor, Ashley Locke dropped to one knee and started to rise almost immediately only to find her noggin snatched and wedged between her foe's thighs. Butterflying the Amazon's arms as soon as her head was secure, Celia clasped her hands tight, then dipped her knees and flipped the blonde ass over teakettle, so that Locke's head pointed to the mat and the soles of her boots pointed toward the rafters. In what would be the first of several such instances during the course of this contest, Blassenville chose to keep her burden suspended long enough to show her off to all four sides of the crowd, the Temptress making a point to end her circuit facing the challenger's corner. After another few seconds ensured she had Papadopolous' attention before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Ashley down spine-first across the brawny plank of her thigh!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvwPvZmX4gg
Locke let out a wail and landed awkwardly on stomach where she might've stayed for a little bit longer if Blassenville hadn't rolled her over with a Half Nelson and mash one palm against the blonde's cheek even as she hooked the far leg in a pin good for...
ONE...
Ashley kicked out in time with 'ONE!' and while the strength of her escape didn't surprise Celia in the slightest, it didn't stop the champion from warming the blonde's flat tummy with a heavy overhand Slap.
“Bitch!” Locke cursed and sat up, only to curse again when Blassenville buried both hands in her hair and hauled her to verticality. Pressed in tight on the Goddess' right, Celia slipped her right arm under Locke's bicep and curled the limb across her chest so she could palm the nape of her neck. With her left hand she reached back, grabbed hold of Ashley's red leather waistband and gave it a sharp yank even as she muscled the Goddess of Love off her fe-- “NGH! NGH! NNGGGHH!”
Not about to eat a Uranage if she could avoid it, Locke crooked her right arm into a 'V' and jabbed it backward once, twice, three times to gouge her elbow into the side of Blassenville's skull! Strong as she was, Celia couldn't just soak undefended shots to the head so she abandoned the throw and trudged away from--
“Get back here, bitch.” Ashley tromped after her, glommed onto a shoulder and swung the Temptress around in a half circle. A quick Bitch Slap set Celia back on her heels and meant she was otherwise distracted when Locke went low and wedged her left shoulder into the champ's tummy. That arm went across Blassenville's lower back while her right braced Celia's lower thighs just above the knee. Just like that she hoisted Celia into the air, reversed a few steps and laid out to twaaaaaaaaang her foe down throat-first across the top rope! Gagging and coughing as the Stun Gun wracked her from stem to stern, Blassenville grabbed the traitorous rope with one hand to keep herself upright. That tenuous grip counted as a rope break and the redhead could've stayed there if she was of the mind, but for whatever reason she let loose and turned around to go searching for--THWHACK! Ashley rushed in and clouted the Psy Ops powerhouse across the sternum with a Lariat that knocked her flat!
STUN GUN & LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WQ4n4reNa8
Eager to repay the embarrassment she'd endured moments prior, Ashley scrambled over to the prone redhead and pressed one hand to her cheek and the other down on her tummy, an arrogant, domineering pin good for the...
ONE...
Blassenville shot one arm into the air and rolled over onto all fours to escape the predicament with no real difficulty. “Oh, are you too tuff to stay down, psycho? I don't think so!” Locke scoffed as she wrapped her hands around Celia's braid. “You're gonna be kissing my feet when this is all over!”
Hauling Blassenville to her feet, Ashley slipped 'round behind the champ and lowered her head, wedging it beneath Celia's left arm. In the same instant she curled her right arm over Blassenville's tummy and braced her left hand against the back of her foe's left thigh. “Enjoy your view of the lights, asshole.” Ashley straightened up to hoist Celia into a perch on her right shoulder, one she enjoyed long enough for Locke to show off the champ's squirming rump to all the FAWNatics. Once that was accomplished she swung Celia forward and down and sank to one knee to SPIKE Blassenville's tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Celia yowled and tiptoed away with both hands pressed to her aching backside. She'd made it only a few steps when Locke raced by on the right and bounced off the ropes dead ahead of the Crimson Cagliostro. Bex called out a warning even as she began to wince because she knew what came next. Sure enough, Ashley bounced outta the strands and damned near THWHACKED Celia's head off her shoulders courtesy a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRR_an8U1so
Blassenville went down in a heap and Locke went with her, the big blonde sitting heavily on Celia's chest before she hooked both legs behind the knee and cranked them back in a Reverse Matchbook good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Celia snatched hold Ashley's waistband and yanked them up in a scintillating wedgie that forced the challenger to scurry away just after 'TWO!'
Teeth bared as she undid the worst of the wedgie damage, Locke put a few boots to Blassenville's tummy before palming her head in both hands and hauling her to verticality. “You want to play with my trunks, do you?” Ashley moved behind her opponent, grabbed Celia's left wrist and yanked it back between her thighs before taking possession of it with her right hand. “Let me show you how a goddess does it, pretender.” Just like that she helped herself to the redhead's black briefs and yaaaaaaaaaaanked 'em up high while waggling the distended material back and forth!
“Tawdry bitch.” Celia hissed over the cheers of the crowd. “I'll see that you're punished for this foolishNUUHHHH!”
Ashley released the wedgie so she could crook her free arm into a 'V' and hammered it across the champ's shoulders once, twice, three times! Then she clamped down on Blassenville's left shoulder and flipped her up onto her right shoulder. With Celia draped like little more than laundry, Locke turned to Becky and blew her a little kiss. “Do yourself a favor and stay out of the ring, Bex.” she warned. “You don't really want any of RRRGGHHHHH!”
The stakes on this burgeoning wedgie war rose considerably (no pun intended) when Celia reached down, hooked a fistful of Ashley's briefs just below her navel and pulled as hard as she could! Grip forgotten in an instant as her legs turned to water, the former Aphrodite couldn't stop Blassenville from wriggling down her back with no real resistance. Shifting from togs to tresses, a vengeful Celia wrenched Ashley's head backward and stuffed it beneath her left armpit. Once that was done she went back to Locke's trunks and grabbed hold at the right hip so she could hoist the blonde off her feet. Twisting under her burden at the apex of her ascent, Celia dropped down on her back and THAWHAMMED Ashley down flat on her face and chest!
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6224rDzCnk
The Mistress of Puppets was in perfect position to make a pin, but instead she rose to her full height while Locke slopped onto her tummy to prevent a follow-up. Such a choice would've seemed lax or even downright foolish when made by another, yet no one dared second guess Blassenville and it wasn't long before she explained her reasoning. Of course, in this case 'reasoning' meant very deliberately bracing the heel of her right foot against the nape of Ashley's neck and grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinding the joint back and forth while she meticulously undid the wedgie so recently afflicting her trunks.
“Hey, get off her neck, bitch!” Adrianna barked at the redhead while Locke groaned and squirmed like a bug on a card.
The cool silence Celia maintained was so insolent it almost brought Papadopolous through the strands before she realized Al Carpenter was strolling over to deal with the problem himself. No useless warning from the lanky zebra, he simply raised a hand and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Temptress crouched and sprang in time with 'FOUR', Blassenville demonstrating a remarkable vertical leap at the apex of which she kicked both legs forward to better THWHUMP the full weight of right her thigh down across the back of Ashley's aching neck. Making sure to fill a hand with Locke's golden mane before she even rose to a knee, Celia made a show of yanking the former Tag Team Champion to all fours just to dog-walk her back to the Psy Ops corner. “Cuuuhhh... crazy bitch.” Ashley growled over the 'oooooohhhh's' raised by this humiliating treatment. “I'm gonna fuck you up for pulling this shit on meRRRGGGHHHH!”
Unimpressed by goddess, devil, and everything in-between, Blassenville released her hold on the blonde's hair just to put a boot on her butt so she could shove her face-first into the second turnbuckle! Ashley grunted, rolled over to a more tenable seat and immediately found herself thrashing when Celia pressed a boot to her throat! “Careful of this one.” Blassenville glanced at the rasping blonde as she tagged in Becky Clayton. “She likes to pull trunks.”
“Is that so?” the Peacekeeper gestured Celia back even as she took the top rope in both hands. “Let's see if we can't break her of that bad habit.” With that she vaulted over the strands, pivoted in and THWHUMPED the soles of both boots into Ashley's chest with a massive Dropkick!
SLINGSHOT DROPKICK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3_eFJyGF-A
Bex tumbled away from the landing, popped to verticality and rushed back to the corner to smash her glutes against Locke's stunned mug with a short-range Hip Check! Arms hooked over the top rope in the wake of this bludgeoning assault, Clayton dipped her knees and swiped her hips from side to side in an impromptu Stink Face that earned cheers from pretty much everyone who wasn't Ashley Locke or Adrianna Papadopolous.
HIP CHECK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qO8eSZDHr0g
“Yeah, kiss the camouflage, tuff girl!” she taunted. “Kiss it like you really want these titles!”
“Get that nasty cottage cheese ass offa her, Clayton!” Adrianna barked from the challenger's side of town. “Making her puke doesn't count as a submission!”
The BFG snorted, stood up and thumped a little no-look kick back into the pit of Locke's belly as she stomped toward the center of the ring. “Oh please, everyone knows Locke has an iron constitution. After all the years she spent carrying your lazy ass, she'd have to!”
Papadopolous sneered and started to come through the ropes while Clayton continued to close the distance. The brewing brawl forced Al to interpose himself between the brunettes which meant neither he or anyone else in the squared circle saw it when Celia Blassenville (who'd rolled under the bottom rope to exit the ring only moments prior) crept up behind Ashley and looped a length of wrist-tape around her throat and pulled tight!
Eyes wide as her oxygen supply dwindled to nothing, Locke twisted and fought like a wildcat, but the ropes and ring-post kept her from getting a clear shot on her tormentor. This brutal throttling continued unabated until Adrianna noticed the blonde's spasmodic writhing and shouted, “BITCH, LET HER NNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton tagged her with a big right hand and immediately backed off so Al was forced to deal with the Greek Goddess when she stormed through the strands in search of vengeance. Offering her former stablemate a cheeky little wave, Clayton wheeled around and rushed back to the Psy Ops corner where she dropped into a short skid that culminated in both heels SPIKING Ashley's crotch!
Celia abandoned the stranglehold as soon as she felt the shudder roll through Locke's vulnerable frame, she was quite certain Clayton wouldn't attempt a cover with Carpenter's attention still focused elsewhere, but she didn't want to stymie whatever other punishment her partner had in mind. Bex did in fact bypass the cover in favor of seizing the challenger's ankles so she could draaaaaaaaaaaag her out to the center of the squared circle. Once there she planted a boot on Locke's tummy and stepped over her en route to a short sprint into the ropes. Returning before Locke ever registered she was gone, the former World Champion sprang into the air and came down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down atop the blonde's gulping chest!
Ashley's long legs kicked up on impact, but Clayton swatted them down in favor of climbing astride her foe's chest for a gaudy Schoolgirl Pin complete with double bicep flex. Her timing was impeccable too, as Al had just turned back to the action after settling Adrianna in the corner. Diving in from far enough out to earn a cheer from the crowd, the black & white counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
Locke planted her feet and bridged hard enough to send Clayton sprawling onto all fours simultaneous with 'TWO!'
“Got some more left, do ya, Ash?” The One Woman Army had a hand buried in Locke's hair before the big blonde finished rolling onto her side. “That's good, my feelings would've been hurt if you didn't let me kick your ass a little while longer.”
“Hrrrhhhh... enjoy it while you can, bitch.” Ashley growled as Becky hauled her to verticality with an ease that few others could manage. “I'll be preening and queening on your overrated ass before you NNGGGHHH!”
Situated behind her adversary, Clayton pounded a sharp right hand into Locke's kidney so there wouldn't be any sass when she hunkered down and threaded that arm between the former Aphrodite's thighs. Cupping her left hand over Ashley's chin to better bend her backward over those strong shoulders, Bex straightened up like her foe weighed nothing at all. “Preen now, bitch!” Clayton's words were for Locke, though her eyes were trained on Papadopolous, who watched the domination unfold in seething silence. “C'mon Locke! Let's see you give all these assholes a nice little parade wave before I snap you in twOOOWWWWW FUCK!”
Ashley Locke didn't wave, she did however put her left hand to good use by crooking it into a spade she quickly dragged across her opponent's eyes! This rough treatment earned her a quick, albeit somewhat awkward escape from the Torture Rack and though Addy was bellowing for a tag, the Goddess of Love had vengeance on her mind and she wouldn't be denied. Another savage rake of Clayton's face meant the brunette was suitably pliant (if not silent) when Ashley gathered her strength and muscled Becky up into the same position she'd so recently inflicted on the blonde. Yanking down on thigh and chin in an attempt to wrench Clayton into a sobbing, upside down 'U' shape, Locke wheeled around to face the Psy Ops corner and locked eyes with Celia Blassenville.
“You and I aren't finished, psycho.” she warned the Temptress. “If this punk manages to wriggle free of us, I'll happily put my boot up your ass before I sit on your face!”
Celia's only response was an inscrutable smirk, so Ashley let out a sneer and hurled the Camouflage Crusher out and back so she could hook a Chinlock and lay out on her back to make a rough descent even worse by THWHAMMING Clayton down with a huge Neckbreaker!
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-57Qq3i3fW8
Bex bounced to a seat in such a way that suggested Locke could've secured a near-fall if she'd wanted to, but the blonde didn't want to. She'd been flat out womanhandled by both members of Psy Ops over the last few minutes and she meant to return the favor with debilitating interest. Scraping Clayton off the canvas with a double handful of hair, Ashley switched over to a Wristlock, then pointed the brunette toward the challenger's corner and sent her off with an Irish Whip. Adrianna cleared off and raised her hands so Al wouldn't have anything to complain about when Locke rushed in and THWHUMPED Clayton with a huge tummy-on-tits Avalance Splash!
Tagging Papadopolous in before her feet even touched the ground, Ashley led the Grecian Juggernaut out to the middle of the ring where she grabbed another Wristlock and slung Addy at the buckles as hard as she could. Adrianna added her own considerable speed to the boost provided by the Irish Whip, thus ensuring there was a whole lotta momentum coming in hot when she lowered her shoulder and SKEWERED Becky's belly with a huge Spear! The temptation to rip Clayton from the corner on impact was strong, yet Papadopolous restrained herself because she knew--THWHACK! Ashley rushed the buckles for the second time in less than a minute to punt Bex's head into the upper deck with a massive Big Boot!
Locke made a show of swiping some invisible dust from her shiny red boot before she slipped out onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope. As for Adrianna, she looped her arms around the champ's upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “You truly think you're worthy of wearing the gold once carried by the Goddesses Three, little tin soldier?” Papadopolous treated Clayton to a dismissive slap, then twisted around and reached behind her to grab hold of the other brunette's wrists. “Well I think you're a fraud. And all of your grandiose visions are about to come crashing down on your unworthy head!” On that threatening pronouncement she raised Becky's arms as high as she could, then took a giant step forward and snapped forward and down to whip Clayton out of her seat and into a full-force, spine-first THAWHAM that echoed from the cheap seats to the sky boxes!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiXVDlAOhx4
Still on her feet after the resounding Iconoclasm, Adrianna strutted out of the challenger's corner and planted the sole of one elegant gladiator sandal atop Becky's chest and spread her arms wide, the Greek Goddess brazenly daring Celia to save her partner before the Sword of Damocles fell with the stroke of...
ONE...
TWO...
Clayton swatted Papadopolous' boot aside with a show of such mortal disdain that Adrianna immediately punished her by stepping forward and dropping down with all her weight, the Juggernaut reminding everyone that her haunches were not to be trifled with by delivering a massive Butt Bomb to the vulnerable brunette's chest! Bex's legs popped up on impact and Adrianna collected both under her left arm so she could unleash a rough spanking that eclipsed three far faster than the official's accompanying count.
ONE...
TWO...
Clayton's hands were still free and she put them to reign-saving work by shoving Papadopolous from her perch with a full second to spare. Unperturbed by the mortal's doomed struggling, Addy grabbed a handful of hair and hauled Bex to all fours while rising to her full height. “Do you really think we're on the same level as the insignificant peons you've been defending these titles against ever since you won them?” She didn't wait for an answer, instead she raised her left leg, braced that shin against the side of Clayton's face and stomped down to scraaaaaaaape the BFG's mug in most awful fashion!
“BITCH!” Becky reared back onto her knees in the wake of the aggressive abrasion and fired a couple hard punches into the challenger's stomach only to eat a wrecking ball of a Hip Check and a second cheek-shredding sandal scrape!
“You're going to learn to keep that word out of your mouth within my hearing, mortal.” Papadopolous snickered as she dragged Clayton to verticality. “Foul lips such as yours may only describe my divinity with one of two words. Goddess... or champion.”
“Yuuuhhhhh.... you're not gonna feel like either when the bell rings aga--” The Legend of Lamia switched over to a Wristlock, then took a giant step backward and slung Becky into a neutral corner with a Grecian Whip so powerful it dropped Adrianna onto her tummy! As for Clayton, she went back-first into the buckles with a cringe-inducing BWUUUNG that would've undone the legs of most any other woman in the locker room, yet the Camouflage Crusher not only kept her feet, she wobbled away from the crash site with every intention of engaging the Greek Goddess!
Such resilience was often commendable but tonight it only ensured more punishment when Papadopolous charged the knock-kneed brunette and showed off an impressive vertical leap (no doubt a remnant of her pre-apotheosis days on the basketball court) that saw her land astride Clayton's shoulders and ride her all the way to the deck with a BOOMING Jumping Senton!
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vokoCDeZ_Do
Becky's legs kicked up again but Adrianna didn't collect them, indeed she didn't even go for a cover. Instead she got up and rushed to the Psy Ops corner where she CRACKED Celia across the face with a stiff Bitch Slap! Now, the Temptress knew enough about the vagaries of human nature (not to mention the intricacies of tag team wrestling) to understand when she was being goaded into a disadvantageous position, yet she wasn't about to let a walking delusion like Adrianna Papadopolous get away with such blatant disrespect, so rather than try to storm through the ropes like an idiot, she snatched a double handful of the challenger's dark hair and began to yank her head from side to side!
Addy shrieked in surprise and returned the favor, their fracas drawing the attention of Al Carpenter within seconds. This left Becky Clayton and Ashley Locke quite unsupervised and though the distraction hadn't worked exactly how they'd hoped, the former Aphrodite decided to make the most of the opportunity one way or another. Slipping into the squared circle with a speed that belied her Destroyer-class status, the big blonde strode over to Clayton and grabbed an ankle in each hand. Stretching those strong limbs wide, Locke went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to THUMP that bony joint into the champion's crotch!
Bex groaned miserably and at enough volume to catch Carpenter's attention, if he hadn't been totally absorbed in prizing Adrianna and Celia apart. More than happy to press her luck while the zebra was otherwise occupied, Locke scrambled back to her feet, went up on tiptoe again and this time came down on both knees to DRIVE a vicious Headbutt between Clayton's thighs! A shudder racked Becky's strong frame and the resultant sob might've reached Al's ears regardless of other distractions if Ashley hadn't stuffed a hand over her foe's mouth before it was any louder than a high whine.
“What's the matter, big tuff bad-ass got her panties in a knot?” Locke sneered as she forced the Peacekeeper to keep quiet. “Lemme fix that for you.” Collecting the brunette's ankles for another painful Wishbone, Ashley cast a final glance toward the Psy Ops corner before she tossed Clayton's left leg aside, kissed the knuckles of that freshly-made fist and SLAMMED a vile punch into her rival's crotch!
Bex sat up with her hands jammed between her thighs, features pale and distorted by the anguish of three undefended Low Blows. Locke drank it in, shoved her back to the canvas with a dismissive pie-face and was back on the apron tag-rope in hand about half a heartbeat before Al walked Adrianna clear of the Crimson Cagliostro.
Legitimately 'surprised' to see Clayton flopped over on one side and curled in a fetal ball, Papadopolous glanced to Ashley, who tapped her own togs and made a pouty crybaby sort of face. Adrianna grinned ferociously and nudged Becky's buns with the toe of one boot. “Did you miss me, mortal? Apologies for my absence, I had to tend to your nefarious associate. Now that she's been properly humbled for her lack of deference I can continue our previous conversation.”
“Guuuhhh... go fuck yourself, Addy.” Clayton groaned as the Juggernaut pulled her to a seat via a handful of hair. “You're barely worth beating, let alone talking tUUNNNGGGHH!”
Adrianna decked her with another rough Hip Check, then doubled down on the hair hold to hoist the former World Champion to her feet. “Who said anything about talking, bitch?” Papadopolous hissed as she swung 'round behind the woozy blonde. “You're just here to grovel and pay obeisance in the form of those shiny gold belts.”
No response from Clayton, so Adrianna wedged her head beneath the champ's left arm and looped her right arm around that strong midsection. A hand braced against Bex's backside gave Papadopolous all the leverage she needed to boost Clayton up onto the point of her right shoulder. Holding her captive in place just because she could, Addy turned 'em toward a neutral corner, then took a few giant steps forward and swung the captured brunette forward and down to deliver a massive Atomic Drop that managed to rouse several groans of sympathetic anguish from the more tenderhearted Howling Commandos.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Bex bounced on impact, almost lost her balance, but steadied out after taking a knee. Up Momentarily free of the Greek Goddess' clutches, Clayton honed in on the corner and managed to put on enough speed to reach out and grab the top rope in one hand. “ROPES!” she barked at once. “Keep her back, Carpenter, I'm in the ropeSSSNNNNGGGHHH!”
Give Al credit, he moved to ensure the break was honored, unfortunately Adrianna was just a bit too quick for the ref and she exploded past him to THAWHUMP Becky with another crushing Avalanche Splash, this one smashing her sternum against the top turnbuckle! Smeared against the rough canvas with no prospect of escape, Clayton draped her arms over the top rope and hoped that Carpenter would get off his ass and enforce the rules before Papadopolous could do too much more dam--“HHHRRRGGGNNHHHH!”
Adrianna probably could've crushed Becky against the unforgiving steel for several more seconds before the ref interjected, so it was rather surprising when she stepped away and slipped through the ropes en route to the floor below. Her plan came into focus when she circled around to the far side of the ring-post, grabbed hold of the other brunette's ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath! The jolt of landing flat on her butt was bad enough, it grew even worse when the Legend of Lamia took a step back and yanked on those captured boots to THWHUMP her crotch into the steel! Doing an admirable job of keeping her concern reigned in even as Papadopolous went about twining her partner's legs into a particularly vicious application of the Figure Four, Celia glared daggers at the referee and said, “I suggest you do your job with all possible haste, Mr. Carpenter. No one will be happy if I have to do it myself.”
RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj5IAa8x0nU
In the ref's defense he was already in the corner barking at Adrianna to release the hold, but the Greek Goddess was on the floor and by her logic she didn't have to break the hold until Al was much, much closer to the far end of his twenty count. Such a delay was intolerable as far as Blassenville was concerned so rather than wait for the zebra to do his job, she hopped down from the corner and made for that side of the ring with a celerity that should've terrified anyone in her path. Should've being the operative word there, as Ashley Locke didn't look the slightest bit concerned as she strode around from her side to intercept the Temptress.
“I think we should just let them have their fun, don't you?” the blonde purred after placing herself in Celia's path.
“I think you should stand aside before I NGH!”
Locke wasn't in the mood for sass or threats so she reared back and CRACKED Blassenville with a Bitch Slap that set her back on her heels! Celia was still catching her balance when the big blonde closed in, grabbed hold of a wrist in both hands and spun the Destroyers in a half circle so that Blassenville was pointed back the way she'd came. From there she took a step back and dropped a shoulder to send the Mistress of Puppets on her way with an Irish—Celia lunged in and THWHUNKED her skull into the challenger's sternum with a Headbutt that made several floor-seat FAWNatics turn away on impact!
Ashley wobbled in place without going down, so Blassenville seized control of the Wristlock and hurled her blonde burden toward the post occupied by Papadopolous and Clayton. But the manipulative redhead only let Locke go a couple steps before she laid out on her side and flicked her feet Ashley's ankles. The Drop Toe Hold was simple in execution and brutal in its efficacy as it turned challenger against challenger with the unwilling Goddess of Love DRIVING an impromptu Headbutt into her partner's prodigious chest!
The unexpected blow caused Adrianna to break the Figure Four and she crumpled to the floor in a startled heap while Ashley rolled away with both arms strapped to her own aching chest and a groaning Bex was finally able to withdraw herself from the menace of that hated ring-post. That meant Celia was presently the last woman standing, not that the Philistine Al Carpenter allowed her more than a few seconds to enjoy the tableau she'd crafted. “All right Celia, get back to your corner, you want to be in position if Becky needs to make a tag, right?”
Blassenville looked from Carpenter to Clayton (who had sat up to better massage the hurts from her strained knee) and back again before replying, “Of course, Mr. Carpenter. But I seem to be a bit more mobile than Ms. Locke at the moment, it's only fair I help her back to her corner first.”
Al tried to tell her such assistance wasn't necessary, alas, Celia had already made up her mind on the subject. Peeling Locke off the floor with a double handful of hair, Blassenville moved one hand to the blonde's waistband and reignited the wedgie war with a savage tug that made Ashley wail in boozy distress! Utterly unmoved by her prey's reaction (smiling didn't count) Celia marched her foe around the corner, then broke into a near run that ensured quite a bit of momentum when she hurled Locke shoulder-first into the steel steps with a ferocious BWAAANG!
Al was getting most insistent about Celia returning to her corner, so the Crimson Cagliostro did as bade, though she made sure to 'flick' her togs into place with an audible snap as she strode by the writhing blonde. Elsewhere, Adrianna Papadopolous was upright and eager to go after the departing Temptress, but Carpenter's count had grown obnoxiously long in the tooth and Becky Clayton was still dealing with her knee.
“Off your ass and onto your knees, mortal!” Addy demanded as she climbed onto the apron and slipped through the ropes. “It's time you finally paid proper tribute to your godd--”
The Camouflage Crusher put a stop to such talk with a pair of middle fingers pointed in the brunette's direction. “Here's your tribute, bitch. Enjoy all of it because it's the only thing you're ever getting from--” Papadopolous rushed forward and lashed out with a Basement Big Boot that could've dented the champ's head if Bex hadn't snatched her ankle in both hands! Rising to her feet a bit slower than she'd like, Clayton stretched out the exposed limb and--THWHACK! Adrianna hopped up and swept her free leg across in a swift arc that caromed that foot offa her attacker's skull!
The Enzugiri sent Becky reeling, though not so far she was in any danger of making a tag before Papadopolous caught up and scooped her up onto one shoulder. Wheeling toward a neutral corner with Clayton held aloft like the lightest of lightweights, Adrianna rushed forward at top speed and—Bex kicked her legs hard and bucked loose from the Goddess' perch to land directly behind her adversary.
Cursing aloud as the mortal evaded the Hand of Athena, Papadopolous whipped around on the spot and, “AAARRRRHHHHHH!” The BFG repaid a long overdue receipt by raaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the challenger's face from forehead to chin! Addy shrieked and instinctively covered her face, so Clayton doubled over and stuffed a Shoulderblock into the challenger's belly to smudge her butt against the second turnbuckle.
“Hey, watch those nails, soldier!” Carpenter barked as he hurried over to get a better vantage point on the action.
“What, these nails?” Becky scored Papadopolous' decolletage twice in rapid succession, then piled on a Broadside Kneelift to ensure she entertained no thoughts of leaving the corner anytime soon. With the challenger suitably stifled for the moment, Clayton administered another Shoulderblock on general principle, then hooked her opponent around the upper thighs to boost her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Been hearing a lot of talk from you and Ash about goddesses coming down from on high to reclaim what's theirs.” Becky huffed as she climbed onto the middle rope so she could cinch her arms around the other brunette's waist in a tight Bear Hug. Squeezing quite a bit harder than was absolutely necessary, the One Woman Army pulled up on her grip to force Adrianna to get to her feet before Bex joined her atop the pinnacle of that four-pillared Olympus. “I wonder,” Clayton murmured in Papadopolous' ear over the roar of the crowd, “when you divine types descend from on high, is it always your own choice?”
Addy grimaced, dug her own talons into Becky's upper back in a valiant effort to break her grip. “Yuuuuhhhh... you'll never know, mortal. One so delicate could never manage such a fe--”
Infuriated by the Juggernaut's invocation of the 'D' word, Becky Clayton sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to hurl Adrianna halfway across the ring with an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex that THAWHAMMED the challenger down on the back of her head and shoulders! Papadopolous sat up on impact and stayed that way, though the glassy sheen in her eyes suggested she wasn't aware of too much beyond the shivers thrumming through the canvas and the cacophonous 'HOLY SHIT!' roar of the sold out crowd. She was still smoldering in the bottom of that titanic crater when Clayton shoved her onto her back and splashed down across her chest so she could hook the far leg for...
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Replays confirmed that Papadopolous did get her shoulder up before 'THREE!' but there's no denying the assist from Ashley Locke, who reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Becky's ankles and YANKED her off of the prone brunette!
Celia dropped from the Psy Ops corner in a flash and stalked after the blonde but Ashley was already around the corner and heading for the challengers' side of town. Disgusted by Locke's evasiveness, the Temptress turned around and returned to the apron where she laid claim to the tag rope and called, “Time to end this theology lecture, Rebecca. Bring the would-be eidolon over here and we'll finish this together.”
Bex didn't need to be told twice, in fact she already had both hands buried in Adrianna's hair. “Sure thing, Doc.” she grunted in the midst of pulling Papadopolous to one knee. Be there in a--”
Addy exploded from the crouch to jam her right shoulder into the other brunette's left side while also clamping down on her left wrist and hooking an arm around her left thigh! Just like that Papadopolous was standing tall and Clayton was stretched across her shoulders though it was only the blink of an eye before the Legend of Lamia laid out and THAWHAMMED Becky to the deck with an Olympic Slam! Blassenville was through the ropes in an instant and so was Ashley, the latter actually intercepting the former before she could prevent Adrianna from covering the Camouflage Crusher for...
OLYMPIC SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8AUSJdHwsg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Celia hooked her arms around Ashley's thighs and drove forward and down to bowl her over with a Double Leg Takedown that plowed into the pin just before the Goddesses could reclaim their gold! Bellowing her fury as she and the redhead began hammering at one another before they'd even started to roll of their groaning partners, Locke reeled Blassenville into a rough Front Facelock and pounded several heavy Overhead Forearm Smashes across her shoulders!
“C'mon, bitch!” she demanded over her fellow Destroyer. “You want to meddle in things that don't concern you? Try meddling with HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Celia Blassenville had some heavy hands of her own and she proved it by smashing away at Locke's flank until the grip on her head loosened enough for something a bit more decisive. Hooking her arms around Ashley's upper thighs, the Temptress muscled the challenger into the air, then shifted her hands to Locke's hips and shoved as hard as she could! The Goddess of Love soared back a ways, but landed on her feet and immediately raced at the redhead with a massive Spear on her mi—NO!
Celia dipped aside, caught the back of Ashley's head in one hand and shoved down to redirect the blonde's momentum so that she went throat-first across the second strand with an awful TWANG! Instinct should and would have sent Locke scrambling away from the rubber-coated steel if not for a supremely vengeful Blassenville, who stomped in from behind and planted a knee against the nape of her opponent's neck. “I'd consider changing my tone when addressing mere mortals, if I were you.” the Mistress of Puppets murmured as she reached through to the outside to grab the bottom rope in both hands. “Otherwise there may very well be no one to come to your rescue.”
The necessity of such attention became clear once Celia stretched that captured strand over the back of Ashley's head and let go, thus trapping the vulnerable blonde in an awful low-angle garrote! Locke began to thrash and writhe at once, her long, lean frame providing a target that not even the Temptress could ignore. A few hard stomps between the shoulders and to opposing glutes seemed to satisfy the basest of the redhead's urges so she walked away en route to the Psy Ops corner, where she settled into the buckles rather than step out onto the apron.
During all this, Al Carpenter was standing over the wreckage of Becky Clayton and Adrianna Papadopolous in the hopes that one or both would rise before he'd have to start a count. Unfortunately neither brunette looked capable of such a feat even after a few extra seconds, so the lanky official cleared his throat and called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!”
Peacekeeper and Goddess rolled to their stomachs and pushed to their knees with stereo groans that transformed into identical growls when they laid eyes on one another. “What's wrong, Pappy?” Clayton spat. “Finally figured out you don't have what it takes to—HRGH!”
Papadopolous knee-walked over and pounded a shot off Bex's dome, much to the delight of the FAWNatics. Their enjoyment increased exponentially when Becky returned fire and the pair just lit into one another with punch after punch after punch! It was around that time that Al noticed Ashley's worsening state and rushed over to see what the hell was going on. Eyes going wide when he discovered the awful snare, he stared daggers at Celia but the Crimson Cagliostro only shrugged. “She tripped, I swear.” Carpenter couldn't prove otherwise so he set to work freeing the blonde right about the time Adrianna jabbed a thumb into Becky's left eye.
Crowing with triumph as she delivered three unanswered shots to the champ's forehead, Papadopolous grabbed a double handful of hair and got to her fee—the Camouflage Crusher SLAMMED a vile right hand into the other brunette's crotch, then slipped that arm between her thighs to muscle her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Swinging toward the champions' corner even as she crossed Adrianna's shins atop one another in a snug 'X', Bex realized two things at once. Carpenter was preoccupied trying to get Locke out of the ropes and Celia was lounging in the corner.
The longtime rivals turned scary-effective partners didn't even exchange a nod. Celia simply rushed out of the corner and took to the skies to THWHUNK a High Knee off the side of Papadopolous' skull! Soon as it connected Clayton tossed the bundled brunette forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the Greek Goddess down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Army of One!
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcZIITH-IWs
Al heard the impact along with the rest of the FAWNatics and he turned to check it out, having just freed a red-faced Ashley from the oxygen stealing predicament. Noting Adrianna's starfished frame, the zebra bounded over and would've made the count if Clayton hadn't somersaulted clear of the action and popped to her feet. Surprise became understanding when he watched the former World Champion trudge over to the Psy Ops corner to extend a hand to Celia, who was wearing an expression so blandly innocent it couldn't be genuine.
“Let's bag this trash and get out of here.” Becky huffed as the champs turned their attention to the challengers.
“Burnt offerings are far more appropriate when it comes to appeasing old gods.” Blassenville noted with a particularly wicked gleam in her eye. “Alas, Bethany keeps rejecting my requests to defend these titles in a Flaming Tables match. Purely for scientific purposes, you understand.”
Clayton snorted and started toward Ashley only to shift focus to Adrianna when Celia went after the former Athena. Peeling blonde and brunette off the mat, Blassenville and Clayton unleashed a pair of Toe Kicks, then reeled their opposition into dual Standing Headscissors. Facing one another from across a short distance, Psy Ops treated their adversaries to stereo ass-slaps followed by a malicious pair of wedgies that had their respective Goddess squealing and wriggling as their togs rode high and deep! Al started whining about the count despite the delighted roars of the crowd, so Temptress and Peacekeeper shifted over to Waistlocks, then dipped their knees and spun / muscled Ashley and Adrianna up onto their shoulders. Just like that the champs rushed forward and THWHUMPED Locke and Papadopolous together in a back to back collision, then swung away from one another and slung their burdens down to THAWHAM them to the canvas-sheathed plywood with a pair of Powerbombs!
SUPER COLLIDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwf7UuSVTGM
Steady on his feet despite the ring-shivering aftershock of the Super Collider, Carpenter pointed to Becky and ordered, “You, corner, now!”
“Don't get comfortable, Rebecca.” Celia suggested nudged / shoveled Ashley under the bottom rope to crumple to the floor below. “I'll be there before you have time to settle in.”
The official didn't look pleased by this flippant response, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it with the champions operating within the confines of the rules. Indeed, Clayton went so far as to lay claim to the tag rope before she accepted the tag from Blassenville only a heartbeat or two later. Striding back to Adrianna while Clayton reentered the fray, the Mistress of Puppets hauled Papadopolous to vertical and tagged her with another Toe Kick to draw the breathless brunette into a Standing Headscissors. Adrianna was in no condition to counter a second Powerbomb, but rather than repeat herself the redhead looped her arms around the Greek lovely's vulnerable midsection and lifted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to identical grips on Papadopolous' biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Bex lined up her shot.
A wink from the Camouflage Crusher saw Blassenville flip Addy forward and down while Bex rushed in, the brunette catching hold of Papadopolous' noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Adrianna on her face, chest and belly! Rendered sadly mortal by the power of MK Ultra, Adrianna slopped onto her back where Clayton sat on her chest, then leaned forward to collect both of her foe's legs in a snug Reverse Matchbook. The pin looked pretty damned secure, yet it didn't stop Celia from planting her hands on Papadopolous' glutes to press down hard while Al and the sold-out crowd counted...
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Bex tossed Addy's legs aside at the sound of the bell, though she made no attempt to rise from the cover until Celia offered her a hand during the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
“Didn't go down easy, did they?” Clayton asked the redhead as she took a belt from Carpenter and draped it over one shoulder.
“I tend to find the level of challenge tied directly to my level of satisfaction when the match is finally over.” Blassenville agreed as she accepted her belt before setting a boot between Adrianna's shoulders.
Bex grinned, planted a boot on the defeated brunette's rump. “Can't argue with that. That's two of the Three brought to ground. You think one of them's got enough left to stand beside Pandy if she wants a taste?”
Blassenville mulled the question for a moment. “Oh, I suspect either of these lovely ladies will find heretofore unknown wells of resilience if Pandora should be foolish enough to attempt to claim what is ours. But unlike these two, the blonde titan is NOT foolish and she knows that only a partner of her caliber could wrest these prizes from us. And considering that her only potential options are already holding these titles, I believe we're safe. Even if she does decide to some deluded demi-goddess to fight at her side, the outcome remains the same. Only difference is the size of the crater when all is said and done.”
“That's fuckin' right.” Clayton raised her gold and tinked the face-plate against Celia's. “Now let's get out of here. We've desecrated enough for one night.”
“I don't know if I agree with that.” Blassenville murmured. “But we can certainly seek out new avenues of amusement. Lead on, Rebecca.”
The curtains parted, and that served as more than enough of a cue for the audience to roar with a heady mixture of disdain and delight, the cacophony serving as fitting welcome for former Tag Team Champions looking to reclaim what was once theirs and theirs alone.
ASHLEY LOCKE:
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS:
Unimpressed by the noise, the Destroyers stood shoulder to shoulder and looked upon the unworthy throng. To the right loomed the one-time Goddess of Love. But even with the name Aphrodite now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remained an Amazon, a statuesque blonde right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that was assuredly leg. Said gams were exquisitely sculpted and looked downright dangerous, as did 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 matched the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads were basic lycra that lacked any sort of embellishment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot was adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To the left stood FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regarded 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 stared, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire as a nod to her time in the Black Court or possibly homage to her own malicious heart. Pappy adjusted her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gave the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots were as black as the rest of her attire.
Heads momentarily together, no doubt to discuss details of the doom hurtling toward the false idols that dared proclaim themselves champions, Locke and Papadopolous exchanged a fist bump before starting down the aisle with devastation on their mind. Leaping onto different corners of the apron as Ellie Goulding's voice replaced Iggy's, Ashley and Adrianna raised a combative fist to the sky in time with the lyrics of their anthem....
“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 Goddesses made flesh drew those hands back to their abdomens to strap invisible titles back into the only place they ever belonged.
“But bitch I got it now!”
Eager to make proclamation into prophecy, blonde and brunette each threaded a luscious leg through the ropes before easing onto the field of battle. Claiming the squared circle by sheer divine might, they took up residence in the middle and stared daggers at the stage while Al Carpenter did his best to inspect their boots and pads.
Carpenter was still working his way through that daunting and thankless task when the Mayhem vbe went from divine to disquieting thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the New Order of Things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to cheer Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against former stablemates she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky thought about it for a moment, shook her head 'no'. “Pandy's not one for the delicate approach, doc. If she wanted these, she'd already be in the ring. Doesn't mean we won't boot that ass up between her shoulders if she makes an appearance.” Quite satisfied with this assessment, she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while the Coalition kept a wary eue on the both of 'em. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia trained her attention on pair of delusional lab rats seeking to reclaim former glory. Neither flinched from the redhead's gaze, but Blassenville didn't mind. That was learned behavior and she and Rebecca were always happy to impart fresh knowledge in their subjects.
The noise was near deafening when the bell sounded, despite the fact that the crowd didn't much care for either of the teams involved in this title bout. In this particular instance it wasn't about the FAWNatics deciding to throw their support behind whichever duo they deemed the lesser of two evils, rather it was the delirious, slightly giddy joy that came with urging four Destroyer-class heels to simply pound the snot out of each other until the issue was settled.
Over on the challengers side of the ring Adrianna and Ashley exchanged a fist bump before the former slipped through the ropes and the latter strolled out to the middle of the ring. Catching Clayton's eye, Locke blew her old stablemate a kiss and Bex started forward only to stop when Blassenville squeezed her arm. “Please, allow me the opening salvo in tonight's experiment.” the Temptress murmured. “Ms. Locke is putting off a special brand of insolence I'd like to observe up close before quashing it entirely.”
Clayton snorted. “Yeah, she does that. All right, get your shots in, just leave me some. I'll keep an eye out for Pandora.”
Celia nodded understanding though her attention was already honed on the towering blonde. Closing on the former Tag Champ with a directness that would've been unthinkable from anyone save her own partner, Blassenville stopped a step or two shy and--'ooooooooohhhh!' from those assembled when Ashley surged forward and went nose to nose with her opponent, the Goddess of Love making a point to look down her nose at the redhead despite the fact that she was only an inch taller.
“You certainly have done an excellent job dominating flyweights and idiots since you claimed those titles.” Locke purred. “It'll be a shame to see you two crumple against your first real competition.”
Blassenville smiled and chested up on the challenger, her show of aggression earning another intrigued rumble from the sold out crowd. “Well you've certainly done a good job blending into the background since Emily allowed her Courtiers to follow their own agendas.” Celia replied with the faintest trace of a smile. “The quality of her leadership was truly quite remarkable even if she was a bit too idealistic for her own good. And as far as your second observation is concerned, you're far from real competition, though I'd be willing to reevaluate that assessment if we were facing Adrianna and PandorNNGGGHH!”
Ashley interrupted the disrespect with a quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose, then snatched hold of Celia's braid and yanked her head back at an angle that allowed for no less than three CRACKING Bitch Slaps! Treating the stunned battler to a cruel smile and a quick peck on the cheek, Locke relinquished her hair-hold in favor of a Wristlock and sent Blassenville charging into the ropes with an Irish WhNO!
Celia planted her feet to bring the momentum of the Whip grinding to a halt, but rather than sling Ashley to the strands in her place, the Mistress of Puppets lunged forward and THWHACKED her blonde across the cheek with a massive right hand! Locke's head snapped back and her hands dropped but she didn't go down, so Celia made some quick measurements and skipped skyward, the Destroyer looking remarkably nimble as she THWHUNKED her left knee into the challenger's cheek!
HIGH KNEE @ 00:23
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmRniOWgC9M
Most women would've hit the deck in a stupor, Ashley Locke dropped to one knee and started to rise almost immediately only to find her noggin snatched and wedged between her foe's thighs. Butterflying the Amazon's arms as soon as her head was secure, Celia clasped her hands tight, then dipped her knees and flipped the blonde ass over teakettle, so that Locke's head pointed to the mat and the soles of her boots pointed toward the rafters. In what would be the first of several such instances during the course of this contest, Blassenville chose to keep her burden suspended long enough to show her off to all four sides of the crowd, the Temptress making a point to end her circuit facing the challenger's corner. After another few seconds ensured she had Papadopolous' attention before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Ashley down spine-first across the brawny plank of her thigh!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvwPvZmX4gg
Locke let out a wail and landed awkwardly on stomach where she might've stayed for a little bit longer if Blassenville hadn't rolled her over with a Half Nelson and mash one palm against the blonde's cheek even as she hooked the far leg in a pin good for...
ONE...
Ashley kicked out in time with 'ONE!' and while the strength of her escape didn't surprise Celia in the slightest, it didn't stop the champion from warming the blonde's flat tummy with a heavy overhand Slap.
“Bitch!” Locke cursed and sat up, only to curse again when Blassenville buried both hands in her hair and hauled her to verticality. Pressed in tight on the Goddess' right, Celia slipped her right arm under Locke's bicep and curled the limb across her chest so she could palm the nape of her neck. With her left hand she reached back, grabbed hold of Ashley's red leather waistband and gave it a sharp yank even as she muscled the Goddess of Love off her fe-- “NGH! NGH! NNGGGHH!”
Not about to eat a Uranage if she could avoid it, Locke crooked her right arm into a 'V' and jabbed it backward once, twice, three times to gouge her elbow into the side of Blassenville's skull! Strong as she was, Celia couldn't just soak undefended shots to the head so she abandoned the throw and trudged away from--
“Get back here, bitch.” Ashley tromped after her, glommed onto a shoulder and swung the Temptress around in a half circle. A quick Bitch Slap set Celia back on her heels and meant she was otherwise distracted when Locke went low and wedged her left shoulder into the champ's tummy. That arm went across Blassenville's lower back while her right braced Celia's lower thighs just above the knee. Just like that she hoisted Celia into the air, reversed a few steps and laid out to twaaaaaaaaang her foe down throat-first across the top rope! Gagging and coughing as the Stun Gun wracked her from stem to stern, Blassenville grabbed the traitorous rope with one hand to keep herself upright. That tenuous grip counted as a rope break and the redhead could've stayed there if she was of the mind, but for whatever reason she let loose and turned around to go searching for--THWHACK! Ashley rushed in and clouted the Psy Ops powerhouse across the sternum with a Lariat that knocked her flat!
STUN GUN & LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WQ4n4reNa8
Eager to repay the embarrassment she'd endured moments prior, Ashley scrambled over to the prone redhead and pressed one hand to her cheek and the other down on her tummy, an arrogant, domineering pin good for the...
ONE...
Blassenville shot one arm into the air and rolled over onto all fours to escape the predicament with no real difficulty. “Oh, are you too tuff to stay down, psycho? I don't think so!” Locke scoffed as she wrapped her hands around Celia's braid. “You're gonna be kissing my feet when this is all over!”
Hauling Blassenville to her feet, Ashley slipped 'round behind the champ and lowered her head, wedging it beneath Celia's left arm. In the same instant she curled her right arm over Blassenville's tummy and braced her left hand against the back of her foe's left thigh. “Enjoy your view of the lights, asshole.” Ashley straightened up to hoist Celia into a perch on her right shoulder, one she enjoyed long enough for Locke to show off the champ's squirming rump to all the FAWNatics. Once that was accomplished she swung Celia forward and down and sank to one knee to SPIKE Blassenville's tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Celia yowled and tiptoed away with both hands pressed to her aching backside. She'd made it only a few steps when Locke raced by on the right and bounced off the ropes dead ahead of the Crimson Cagliostro. Bex called out a warning even as she began to wince because she knew what came next. Sure enough, Ashley bounced outta the strands and damned near THWHACKED Celia's head off her shoulders courtesy a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRR_an8U1so
Blassenville went down in a heap and Locke went with her, the big blonde sitting heavily on Celia's chest before she hooked both legs behind the knee and cranked them back in a Reverse Matchbook good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
Celia snatched hold Ashley's waistband and yanked them up in a scintillating wedgie that forced the challenger to scurry away just after 'TWO!'
Teeth bared as she undid the worst of the wedgie damage, Locke put a few boots to Blassenville's tummy before palming her head in both hands and hauling her to verticality. “You want to play with my trunks, do you?” Ashley moved behind her opponent, grabbed Celia's left wrist and yanked it back between her thighs before taking possession of it with her right hand. “Let me show you how a goddess does it, pretender.” Just like that she helped herself to the redhead's black briefs and yaaaaaaaaaaanked 'em up high while waggling the distended material back and forth!
“Tawdry bitch.” Celia hissed over the cheers of the crowd. “I'll see that you're punished for this foolishNUUHHHH!”
Ashley released the wedgie so she could crook her free arm into a 'V' and hammered it across the champ's shoulders once, twice, three times! Then she clamped down on Blassenville's left shoulder and flipped her up onto her right shoulder. With Celia draped like little more than laundry, Locke turned to Becky and blew her a little kiss. “Do yourself a favor and stay out of the ring, Bex.” she warned. “You don't really want any of RRRGGHHHHH!”
The stakes on this burgeoning wedgie war rose considerably (no pun intended) when Celia reached down, hooked a fistful of Ashley's briefs just below her navel and pulled as hard as she could! Grip forgotten in an instant as her legs turned to water, the former Aphrodite couldn't stop Blassenville from wriggling down her back with no real resistance. Shifting from togs to tresses, a vengeful Celia wrenched Ashley's head backward and stuffed it beneath her left armpit. Once that was done she went back to Locke's trunks and grabbed hold at the right hip so she could hoist the blonde off her feet. Twisting under her burden at the apex of her ascent, Celia dropped down on her back and THAWHAMMED Ashley down flat on her face and chest!
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6224rDzCnk
The Mistress of Puppets was in perfect position to make a pin, but instead she rose to her full height while Locke slopped onto her tummy to prevent a follow-up. Such a choice would've seemed lax or even downright foolish when made by another, yet no one dared second guess Blassenville and it wasn't long before she explained her reasoning. Of course, in this case 'reasoning' meant very deliberately bracing the heel of her right foot against the nape of Ashley's neck and grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinding the joint back and forth while she meticulously undid the wedgie so recently afflicting her trunks.
“Hey, get off her neck, bitch!” Adrianna barked at the redhead while Locke groaned and squirmed like a bug on a card.
The cool silence Celia maintained was so insolent it almost brought Papadopolous through the strands before she realized Al Carpenter was strolling over to deal with the problem himself. No useless warning from the lanky zebra, he simply raised a hand and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Temptress crouched and sprang in time with 'FOUR', Blassenville demonstrating a remarkable vertical leap at the apex of which she kicked both legs forward to better THWHUMP the full weight of right her thigh down across the back of Ashley's aching neck. Making sure to fill a hand with Locke's golden mane before she even rose to a knee, Celia made a show of yanking the former Tag Team Champion to all fours just to dog-walk her back to the Psy Ops corner. “Cuuuhhh... crazy bitch.” Ashley growled over the 'oooooohhhh's' raised by this humiliating treatment. “I'm gonna fuck you up for pulling this shit on meRRRGGGHHHH!”
Unimpressed by goddess, devil, and everything in-between, Blassenville released her hold on the blonde's hair just to put a boot on her butt so she could shove her face-first into the second turnbuckle! Ashley grunted, rolled over to a more tenable seat and immediately found herself thrashing when Celia pressed a boot to her throat! “Careful of this one.” Blassenville glanced at the rasping blonde as she tagged in Becky Clayton. “She likes to pull trunks.”
“Is that so?” the Peacekeeper gestured Celia back even as she took the top rope in both hands. “Let's see if we can't break her of that bad habit.” With that she vaulted over the strands, pivoted in and THWHUMPED the soles of both boots into Ashley's chest with a massive Dropkick!
SLINGSHOT DROPKICK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3_eFJyGF-A
Bex tumbled away from the landing, popped to verticality and rushed back to the corner to smash her glutes against Locke's stunned mug with a short-range Hip Check! Arms hooked over the top rope in the wake of this bludgeoning assault, Clayton dipped her knees and swiped her hips from side to side in an impromptu Stink Face that earned cheers from pretty much everyone who wasn't Ashley Locke or Adrianna Papadopolous.
HIP CHECK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qO8eSZDHr0g
“Yeah, kiss the camouflage, tuff girl!” she taunted. “Kiss it like you really want these titles!”
“Get that nasty cottage cheese ass offa her, Clayton!” Adrianna barked from the challenger's side of town. “Making her puke doesn't count as a submission!”
The BFG snorted, stood up and thumped a little no-look kick back into the pit of Locke's belly as she stomped toward the center of the ring. “Oh please, everyone knows Locke has an iron constitution. After all the years she spent carrying your lazy ass, she'd have to!”
Papadopolous sneered and started to come through the ropes while Clayton continued to close the distance. The brewing brawl forced Al to interpose himself between the brunettes which meant neither he or anyone else in the squared circle saw it when Celia Blassenville (who'd rolled under the bottom rope to exit the ring only moments prior) crept up behind Ashley and looped a length of wrist-tape around her throat and pulled tight!
Eyes wide as her oxygen supply dwindled to nothing, Locke twisted and fought like a wildcat, but the ropes and ring-post kept her from getting a clear shot on her tormentor. This brutal throttling continued unabated until Adrianna noticed the blonde's spasmodic writhing and shouted, “BITCH, LET HER NNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton tagged her with a big right hand and immediately backed off so Al was forced to deal with the Greek Goddess when she stormed through the strands in search of vengeance. Offering her former stablemate a cheeky little wave, Clayton wheeled around and rushed back to the Psy Ops corner where she dropped into a short skid that culminated in both heels SPIKING Ashley's crotch!
Celia abandoned the stranglehold as soon as she felt the shudder roll through Locke's vulnerable frame, she was quite certain Clayton wouldn't attempt a cover with Carpenter's attention still focused elsewhere, but she didn't want to stymie whatever other punishment her partner had in mind. Bex did in fact bypass the cover in favor of seizing the challenger's ankles so she could draaaaaaaaaaaag her out to the center of the squared circle. Once there she planted a boot on Locke's tummy and stepped over her en route to a short sprint into the ropes. Returning before Locke ever registered she was gone, the former World Champion sprang into the air and came down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down atop the blonde's gulping chest!
Ashley's long legs kicked up on impact, but Clayton swatted them down in favor of climbing astride her foe's chest for a gaudy Schoolgirl Pin complete with double bicep flex. Her timing was impeccable too, as Al had just turned back to the action after settling Adrianna in the corner. Diving in from far enough out to earn a cheer from the crowd, the black & white counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
Locke planted her feet and bridged hard enough to send Clayton sprawling onto all fours simultaneous with 'TWO!'
“Got some more left, do ya, Ash?” The One Woman Army had a hand buried in Locke's hair before the big blonde finished rolling onto her side. “That's good, my feelings would've been hurt if you didn't let me kick your ass a little while longer.”
“Hrrrhhhh... enjoy it while you can, bitch.” Ashley growled as Becky hauled her to verticality with an ease that few others could manage. “I'll be preening and queening on your overrated ass before you NNGGGHHH!”
Situated behind her adversary, Clayton pounded a sharp right hand into Locke's kidney so there wouldn't be any sass when she hunkered down and threaded that arm between the former Aphrodite's thighs. Cupping her left hand over Ashley's chin to better bend her backward over those strong shoulders, Bex straightened up like her foe weighed nothing at all. “Preen now, bitch!” Clayton's words were for Locke, though her eyes were trained on Papadopolous, who watched the domination unfold in seething silence. “C'mon Locke! Let's see you give all these assholes a nice little parade wave before I snap you in twOOOWWWWW FUCK!”
Ashley Locke didn't wave, she did however put her left hand to good use by crooking it into a spade she quickly dragged across her opponent's eyes! This rough treatment earned her a quick, albeit somewhat awkward escape from the Torture Rack and though Addy was bellowing for a tag, the Goddess of Love had vengeance on her mind and she wouldn't be denied. Another savage rake of Clayton's face meant the brunette was suitably pliant (if not silent) when Ashley gathered her strength and muscled Becky up into the same position she'd so recently inflicted on the blonde. Yanking down on thigh and chin in an attempt to wrench Clayton into a sobbing, upside down 'U' shape, Locke wheeled around to face the Psy Ops corner and locked eyes with Celia Blassenville.
“You and I aren't finished, psycho.” she warned the Temptress. “If this punk manages to wriggle free of us, I'll happily put my boot up your ass before I sit on your face!”
Celia's only response was an inscrutable smirk, so Ashley let out a sneer and hurled the Camouflage Crusher out and back so she could hook a Chinlock and lay out on her back to make a rough descent even worse by THWHAMMING Clayton down with a huge Neckbreaker!
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-57Qq3i3fW8
Bex bounced to a seat in such a way that suggested Locke could've secured a near-fall if she'd wanted to, but the blonde didn't want to. She'd been flat out womanhandled by both members of Psy Ops over the last few minutes and she meant to return the favor with debilitating interest. Scraping Clayton off the canvas with a double handful of hair, Ashley switched over to a Wristlock, then pointed the brunette toward the challenger's corner and sent her off with an Irish Whip. Adrianna cleared off and raised her hands so Al wouldn't have anything to complain about when Locke rushed in and THWHUMPED Clayton with a huge tummy-on-tits Avalance Splash!
Tagging Papadopolous in before her feet even touched the ground, Ashley led the Grecian Juggernaut out to the middle of the ring where she grabbed another Wristlock and slung Addy at the buckles as hard as she could. Adrianna added her own considerable speed to the boost provided by the Irish Whip, thus ensuring there was a whole lotta momentum coming in hot when she lowered her shoulder and SKEWERED Becky's belly with a huge Spear! The temptation to rip Clayton from the corner on impact was strong, yet Papadopolous restrained herself because she knew--THWHACK! Ashley rushed the buckles for the second time in less than a minute to punt Bex's head into the upper deck with a massive Big Boot!
Locke made a show of swiping some invisible dust from her shiny red boot before she slipped out onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope. As for Adrianna, she looped her arms around the champ's upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “You truly think you're worthy of wearing the gold once carried by the Goddesses Three, little tin soldier?” Papadopolous treated Clayton to a dismissive slap, then twisted around and reached behind her to grab hold of the other brunette's wrists. “Well I think you're a fraud. And all of your grandiose visions are about to come crashing down on your unworthy head!” On that threatening pronouncement she raised Becky's arms as high as she could, then took a giant step forward and snapped forward and down to whip Clayton out of her seat and into a full-force, spine-first THAWHAM that echoed from the cheap seats to the sky boxes!
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiXVDlAOhx4
Still on her feet after the resounding Iconoclasm, Adrianna strutted out of the challenger's corner and planted the sole of one elegant gladiator sandal atop Becky's chest and spread her arms wide, the Greek Goddess brazenly daring Celia to save her partner before the Sword of Damocles fell with the stroke of...
ONE...
TWO...
Clayton swatted Papadopolous' boot aside with a show of such mortal disdain that Adrianna immediately punished her by stepping forward and dropping down with all her weight, the Juggernaut reminding everyone that her haunches were not to be trifled with by delivering a massive Butt Bomb to the vulnerable brunette's chest! Bex's legs popped up on impact and Adrianna collected both under her left arm so she could unleash a rough spanking that eclipsed three far faster than the official's accompanying count.
ONE...
TWO...
Clayton's hands were still free and she put them to reign-saving work by shoving Papadopolous from her perch with a full second to spare. Unperturbed by the mortal's doomed struggling, Addy grabbed a handful of hair and hauled Bex to all fours while rising to her full height. “Do you really think we're on the same level as the insignificant peons you've been defending these titles against ever since you won them?” She didn't wait for an answer, instead she raised her left leg, braced that shin against the side of Clayton's face and stomped down to scraaaaaaaape the BFG's mug in most awful fashion!
“BITCH!” Becky reared back onto her knees in the wake of the aggressive abrasion and fired a couple hard punches into the challenger's stomach only to eat a wrecking ball of a Hip Check and a second cheek-shredding sandal scrape!
“You're going to learn to keep that word out of your mouth within my hearing, mortal.” Papadopolous snickered as she dragged Clayton to verticality. “Foul lips such as yours may only describe my divinity with one of two words. Goddess... or champion.”
“Yuuuhhhhh.... you're not gonna feel like either when the bell rings aga--” The Legend of Lamia switched over to a Wristlock, then took a giant step backward and slung Becky into a neutral corner with a Grecian Whip so powerful it dropped Adrianna onto her tummy! As for Clayton, she went back-first into the buckles with a cringe-inducing BWUUUNG that would've undone the legs of most any other woman in the locker room, yet the Camouflage Crusher not only kept her feet, she wobbled away from the crash site with every intention of engaging the Greek Goddess!
Such resilience was often commendable but tonight it only ensured more punishment when Papadopolous charged the knock-kneed brunette and showed off an impressive vertical leap (no doubt a remnant of her pre-apotheosis days on the basketball court) that saw her land astride Clayton's shoulders and ride her all the way to the deck with a BOOMING Jumping Senton!
JUMPING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vokoCDeZ_Do
Becky's legs kicked up again but Adrianna didn't collect them, indeed she didn't even go for a cover. Instead she got up and rushed to the Psy Ops corner where she CRACKED Celia across the face with a stiff Bitch Slap! Now, the Temptress knew enough about the vagaries of human nature (not to mention the intricacies of tag team wrestling) to understand when she was being goaded into a disadvantageous position, yet she wasn't about to let a walking delusion like Adrianna Papadopolous get away with such blatant disrespect, so rather than try to storm through the ropes like an idiot, she snatched a double handful of the challenger's dark hair and began to yank her head from side to side!
Addy shrieked in surprise and returned the favor, their fracas drawing the attention of Al Carpenter within seconds. This left Becky Clayton and Ashley Locke quite unsupervised and though the distraction hadn't worked exactly how they'd hoped, the former Aphrodite decided to make the most of the opportunity one way or another. Slipping into the squared circle with a speed that belied her Destroyer-class status, the big blonde strode over to Clayton and grabbed an ankle in each hand. Stretching those strong limbs wide, Locke went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to THUMP that bony joint into the champion's crotch!
Bex groaned miserably and at enough volume to catch Carpenter's attention, if he hadn't been totally absorbed in prizing Adrianna and Celia apart. More than happy to press her luck while the zebra was otherwise occupied, Locke scrambled back to her feet, went up on tiptoe again and this time came down on both knees to DRIVE a vicious Headbutt between Clayton's thighs! A shudder racked Becky's strong frame and the resultant sob might've reached Al's ears regardless of other distractions if Ashley hadn't stuffed a hand over her foe's mouth before it was any louder than a high whine.
“What's the matter, big tuff bad-ass got her panties in a knot?” Locke sneered as she forced the Peacekeeper to keep quiet. “Lemme fix that for you.” Collecting the brunette's ankles for another painful Wishbone, Ashley cast a final glance toward the Psy Ops corner before she tossed Clayton's left leg aside, kissed the knuckles of that freshly-made fist and SLAMMED a vile punch into her rival's crotch!
Bex sat up with her hands jammed between her thighs, features pale and distorted by the anguish of three undefended Low Blows. Locke drank it in, shoved her back to the canvas with a dismissive pie-face and was back on the apron tag-rope in hand about half a heartbeat before Al walked Adrianna clear of the Crimson Cagliostro.
Legitimately 'surprised' to see Clayton flopped over on one side and curled in a fetal ball, Papadopolous glanced to Ashley, who tapped her own togs and made a pouty crybaby sort of face. Adrianna grinned ferociously and nudged Becky's buns with the toe of one boot. “Did you miss me, mortal? Apologies for my absence, I had to tend to your nefarious associate. Now that she's been properly humbled for her lack of deference I can continue our previous conversation.”
“Guuuhhh... go fuck yourself, Addy.” Clayton groaned as the Juggernaut pulled her to a seat via a handful of hair. “You're barely worth beating, let alone talking tUUNNNGGGHH!”
Adrianna decked her with another rough Hip Check, then doubled down on the hair hold to hoist the former World Champion to her feet. “Who said anything about talking, bitch?” Papadopolous hissed as she swung 'round behind the woozy blonde. “You're just here to grovel and pay obeisance in the form of those shiny gold belts.”
No response from Clayton, so Adrianna wedged her head beneath the champ's left arm and looped her right arm around that strong midsection. A hand braced against Bex's backside gave Papadopolous all the leverage she needed to boost Clayton up onto the point of her right shoulder. Holding her captive in place just because she could, Addy turned 'em toward a neutral corner, then took a few giant steps forward and swung the captured brunette forward and down to deliver a massive Atomic Drop that managed to rouse several groans of sympathetic anguish from the more tenderhearted Howling Commandos.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Bex bounced on impact, almost lost her balance, but steadied out after taking a knee. Up Momentarily free of the Greek Goddess' clutches, Clayton honed in on the corner and managed to put on enough speed to reach out and grab the top rope in one hand. “ROPES!” she barked at once. “Keep her back, Carpenter, I'm in the ropeSSSNNNNGGGHHH!”
Give Al credit, he moved to ensure the break was honored, unfortunately Adrianna was just a bit too quick for the ref and she exploded past him to THAWHUMP Becky with another crushing Avalanche Splash, this one smashing her sternum against the top turnbuckle! Smeared against the rough canvas with no prospect of escape, Clayton draped her arms over the top rope and hoped that Carpenter would get off his ass and enforce the rules before Papadopolous could do too much more dam--“HHHRRRGGGNNHHHH!”
Adrianna probably could've crushed Becky against the unforgiving steel for several more seconds before the ref interjected, so it was rather surprising when she stepped away and slipped through the ropes en route to the floor below. Her plan came into focus when she circled around to the far side of the ring-post, grabbed hold of the other brunette's ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath! The jolt of landing flat on her butt was bad enough, it grew even worse when the Legend of Lamia took a step back and yanked on those captured boots to THWHUMP her crotch into the steel! Doing an admirable job of keeping her concern reigned in even as Papadopolous went about twining her partner's legs into a particularly vicious application of the Figure Four, Celia glared daggers at the referee and said, “I suggest you do your job with all possible haste, Mr. Carpenter. No one will be happy if I have to do it myself.”
RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj5IAa8x0nU
In the ref's defense he was already in the corner barking at Adrianna to release the hold, but the Greek Goddess was on the floor and by her logic she didn't have to break the hold until Al was much, much closer to the far end of his twenty count. Such a delay was intolerable as far as Blassenville was concerned so rather than wait for the zebra to do his job, she hopped down from the corner and made for that side of the ring with a celerity that should've terrified anyone in her path. Should've being the operative word there, as Ashley Locke didn't look the slightest bit concerned as she strode around from her side to intercept the Temptress.
“I think we should just let them have their fun, don't you?” the blonde purred after placing herself in Celia's path.
“I think you should stand aside before I NGH!”
Locke wasn't in the mood for sass or threats so she reared back and CRACKED Blassenville with a Bitch Slap that set her back on her heels! Celia was still catching her balance when the big blonde closed in, grabbed hold of a wrist in both hands and spun the Destroyers in a half circle so that Blassenville was pointed back the way she'd came. From there she took a step back and dropped a shoulder to send the Mistress of Puppets on her way with an Irish—Celia lunged in and THWHUNKED her skull into the challenger's sternum with a Headbutt that made several floor-seat FAWNatics turn away on impact!
Ashley wobbled in place without going down, so Blassenville seized control of the Wristlock and hurled her blonde burden toward the post occupied by Papadopolous and Clayton. But the manipulative redhead only let Locke go a couple steps before she laid out on her side and flicked her feet Ashley's ankles. The Drop Toe Hold was simple in execution and brutal in its efficacy as it turned challenger against challenger with the unwilling Goddess of Love DRIVING an impromptu Headbutt into her partner's prodigious chest!
The unexpected blow caused Adrianna to break the Figure Four and she crumpled to the floor in a startled heap while Ashley rolled away with both arms strapped to her own aching chest and a groaning Bex was finally able to withdraw herself from the menace of that hated ring-post. That meant Celia was presently the last woman standing, not that the Philistine Al Carpenter allowed her more than a few seconds to enjoy the tableau she'd crafted. “All right Celia, get back to your corner, you want to be in position if Becky needs to make a tag, right?”
Blassenville looked from Carpenter to Clayton (who had sat up to better massage the hurts from her strained knee) and back again before replying, “Of course, Mr. Carpenter. But I seem to be a bit more mobile than Ms. Locke at the moment, it's only fair I help her back to her corner first.”
Al tried to tell her such assistance wasn't necessary, alas, Celia had already made up her mind on the subject. Peeling Locke off the floor with a double handful of hair, Blassenville moved one hand to the blonde's waistband and reignited the wedgie war with a savage tug that made Ashley wail in boozy distress! Utterly unmoved by her prey's reaction (smiling didn't count) Celia marched her foe around the corner, then broke into a near run that ensured quite a bit of momentum when she hurled Locke shoulder-first into the steel steps with a ferocious BWAAANG!
Al was getting most insistent about Celia returning to her corner, so the Crimson Cagliostro did as bade, though she made sure to 'flick' her togs into place with an audible snap as she strode by the writhing blonde. Elsewhere, Adrianna Papadopolous was upright and eager to go after the departing Temptress, but Carpenter's count had grown obnoxiously long in the tooth and Becky Clayton was still dealing with her knee.
“Off your ass and onto your knees, mortal!” Addy demanded as she climbed onto the apron and slipped through the ropes. “It's time you finally paid proper tribute to your godd--”
The Camouflage Crusher put a stop to such talk with a pair of middle fingers pointed in the brunette's direction. “Here's your tribute, bitch. Enjoy all of it because it's the only thing you're ever getting from--” Papadopolous rushed forward and lashed out with a Basement Big Boot that could've dented the champ's head if Bex hadn't snatched her ankle in both hands! Rising to her feet a bit slower than she'd like, Clayton stretched out the exposed limb and--THWHACK! Adrianna hopped up and swept her free leg across in a swift arc that caromed that foot offa her attacker's skull!
The Enzugiri sent Becky reeling, though not so far she was in any danger of making a tag before Papadopolous caught up and scooped her up onto one shoulder. Wheeling toward a neutral corner with Clayton held aloft like the lightest of lightweights, Adrianna rushed forward at top speed and—Bex kicked her legs hard and bucked loose from the Goddess' perch to land directly behind her adversary.
Cursing aloud as the mortal evaded the Hand of Athena, Papadopolous whipped around on the spot and, “AAARRRRHHHHHH!” The BFG repaid a long overdue receipt by raaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the challenger's face from forehead to chin! Addy shrieked and instinctively covered her face, so Clayton doubled over and stuffed a Shoulderblock into the challenger's belly to smudge her butt against the second turnbuckle.
“Hey, watch those nails, soldier!” Carpenter barked as he hurried over to get a better vantage point on the action.
“What, these nails?” Becky scored Papadopolous' decolletage twice in rapid succession, then piled on a Broadside Kneelift to ensure she entertained no thoughts of leaving the corner anytime soon. With the challenger suitably stifled for the moment, Clayton administered another Shoulderblock on general principle, then hooked her opponent around the upper thighs to boost her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Been hearing a lot of talk from you and Ash about goddesses coming down from on high to reclaim what's theirs.” Becky huffed as she climbed onto the middle rope so she could cinch her arms around the other brunette's waist in a tight Bear Hug. Squeezing quite a bit harder than was absolutely necessary, the One Woman Army pulled up on her grip to force Adrianna to get to her feet before Bex joined her atop the pinnacle of that four-pillared Olympus. “I wonder,” Clayton murmured in Papadopolous' ear over the roar of the crowd, “when you divine types descend from on high, is it always your own choice?”
Addy grimaced, dug her own talons into Becky's upper back in a valiant effort to break her grip. “Yuuuuhhhh... you'll never know, mortal. One so delicate could never manage such a fe--”
Infuriated by the Juggernaut's invocation of the 'D' word, Becky Clayton sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to hurl Adrianna halfway across the ring with an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex that THAWHAMMED the challenger down on the back of her head and shoulders! Papadopolous sat up on impact and stayed that way, though the glassy sheen in her eyes suggested she wasn't aware of too much beyond the shivers thrumming through the canvas and the cacophonous 'HOLY SHIT!' roar of the sold out crowd. She was still smoldering in the bottom of that titanic crater when Clayton shoved her onto her back and splashed down across her chest so she could hook the far leg for...
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pNQjb7_xds
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Replays confirmed that Papadopolous did get her shoulder up before 'THREE!' but there's no denying the assist from Ashley Locke, who reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Becky's ankles and YANKED her off of the prone brunette!
Celia dropped from the Psy Ops corner in a flash and stalked after the blonde but Ashley was already around the corner and heading for the challengers' side of town. Disgusted by Locke's evasiveness, the Temptress turned around and returned to the apron where she laid claim to the tag rope and called, “Time to end this theology lecture, Rebecca. Bring the would-be eidolon over here and we'll finish this together.”
Bex didn't need to be told twice, in fact she already had both hands buried in Adrianna's hair. “Sure thing, Doc.” she grunted in the midst of pulling Papadopolous to one knee. Be there in a--”
Addy exploded from the crouch to jam her right shoulder into the other brunette's left side while also clamping down on her left wrist and hooking an arm around her left thigh! Just like that Papadopolous was standing tall and Clayton was stretched across her shoulders though it was only the blink of an eye before the Legend of Lamia laid out and THAWHAMMED Becky to the deck with an Olympic Slam! Blassenville was through the ropes in an instant and so was Ashley, the latter actually intercepting the former before she could prevent Adrianna from covering the Camouflage Crusher for...
OLYMPIC SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8AUSJdHwsg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Celia hooked her arms around Ashley's thighs and drove forward and down to bowl her over with a Double Leg Takedown that plowed into the pin just before the Goddesses could reclaim their gold! Bellowing her fury as she and the redhead began hammering at one another before they'd even started to roll of their groaning partners, Locke reeled Blassenville into a rough Front Facelock and pounded several heavy Overhead Forearm Smashes across her shoulders!
“C'mon, bitch!” she demanded over her fellow Destroyer. “You want to meddle in things that don't concern you? Try meddling with HRGH! HRGH! HRGH!”
Celia Blassenville had some heavy hands of her own and she proved it by smashing away at Locke's flank until the grip on her head loosened enough for something a bit more decisive. Hooking her arms around Ashley's upper thighs, the Temptress muscled the challenger into the air, then shifted her hands to Locke's hips and shoved as hard as she could! The Goddess of Love soared back a ways, but landed on her feet and immediately raced at the redhead with a massive Spear on her mi—NO!
Celia dipped aside, caught the back of Ashley's head in one hand and shoved down to redirect the blonde's momentum so that she went throat-first across the second strand with an awful TWANG! Instinct should and would have sent Locke scrambling away from the rubber-coated steel if not for a supremely vengeful Blassenville, who stomped in from behind and planted a knee against the nape of her opponent's neck. “I'd consider changing my tone when addressing mere mortals, if I were you.” the Mistress of Puppets murmured as she reached through to the outside to grab the bottom rope in both hands. “Otherwise there may very well be no one to come to your rescue.”
The necessity of such attention became clear once Celia stretched that captured strand over the back of Ashley's head and let go, thus trapping the vulnerable blonde in an awful low-angle garrote! Locke began to thrash and writhe at once, her long, lean frame providing a target that not even the Temptress could ignore. A few hard stomps between the shoulders and to opposing glutes seemed to satisfy the basest of the redhead's urges so she walked away en route to the Psy Ops corner, where she settled into the buckles rather than step out onto the apron.
During all this, Al Carpenter was standing over the wreckage of Becky Clayton and Adrianna Papadopolous in the hopes that one or both would rise before he'd have to start a count. Unfortunately neither brunette looked capable of such a feat even after a few extra seconds, so the lanky official cleared his throat and called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!”
Peacekeeper and Goddess rolled to their stomachs and pushed to their knees with stereo groans that transformed into identical growls when they laid eyes on one another. “What's wrong, Pappy?” Clayton spat. “Finally figured out you don't have what it takes to—HRGH!”
Papadopolous knee-walked over and pounded a shot off Bex's dome, much to the delight of the FAWNatics. Their enjoyment increased exponentially when Becky returned fire and the pair just lit into one another with punch after punch after punch! It was around that time that Al noticed Ashley's worsening state and rushed over to see what the hell was going on. Eyes going wide when he discovered the awful snare, he stared daggers at Celia but the Crimson Cagliostro only shrugged. “She tripped, I swear.” Carpenter couldn't prove otherwise so he set to work freeing the blonde right about the time Adrianna jabbed a thumb into Becky's left eye.
Crowing with triumph as she delivered three unanswered shots to the champ's forehead, Papadopolous grabbed a double handful of hair and got to her fee—the Camouflage Crusher SLAMMED a vile right hand into the other brunette's crotch, then slipped that arm between her thighs to muscle her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Swinging toward the champions' corner even as she crossed Adrianna's shins atop one another in a snug 'X', Bex realized two things at once. Carpenter was preoccupied trying to get Locke out of the ropes and Celia was lounging in the corner.
The longtime rivals turned scary-effective partners didn't even exchange a nod. Celia simply rushed out of the corner and took to the skies to THWHUNK a High Knee off the side of Papadopolous' skull! Soon as it connected Clayton tossed the bundled brunette forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the Greek Goddess down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Army of One!
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcZIITH-IWs
Al heard the impact along with the rest of the FAWNatics and he turned to check it out, having just freed a red-faced Ashley from the oxygen stealing predicament. Noting Adrianna's starfished frame, the zebra bounded over and would've made the count if Clayton hadn't somersaulted clear of the action and popped to her feet. Surprise became understanding when he watched the former World Champion trudge over to the Psy Ops corner to extend a hand to Celia, who was wearing an expression so blandly innocent it couldn't be genuine.
“Let's bag this trash and get out of here.” Becky huffed as the champs turned their attention to the challengers.
“Burnt offerings are far more appropriate when it comes to appeasing old gods.” Blassenville noted with a particularly wicked gleam in her eye. “Alas, Bethany keeps rejecting my requests to defend these titles in a Flaming Tables match. Purely for scientific purposes, you understand.”
Clayton snorted and started toward Ashley only to shift focus to Adrianna when Celia went after the former Athena. Peeling blonde and brunette off the mat, Blassenville and Clayton unleashed a pair of Toe Kicks, then reeled their opposition into dual Standing Headscissors. Facing one another from across a short distance, Psy Ops treated their adversaries to stereo ass-slaps followed by a malicious pair of wedgies that had their respective Goddess squealing and wriggling as their togs rode high and deep! Al started whining about the count despite the delighted roars of the crowd, so Temptress and Peacekeeper shifted over to Waistlocks, then dipped their knees and spun / muscled Ashley and Adrianna up onto their shoulders. Just like that the champs rushed forward and THWHUMPED Locke and Papadopolous together in a back to back collision, then swung away from one another and slung their burdens down to THAWHAM them to the canvas-sheathed plywood with a pair of Powerbombs!
SUPER COLLIDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwf7UuSVTGM
Steady on his feet despite the ring-shivering aftershock of the Super Collider, Carpenter pointed to Becky and ordered, “You, corner, now!”
“Don't get comfortable, Rebecca.” Celia suggested nudged / shoveled Ashley under the bottom rope to crumple to the floor below. “I'll be there before you have time to settle in.”
The official didn't look pleased by this flippant response, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it with the champions operating within the confines of the rules. Indeed, Clayton went so far as to lay claim to the tag rope before she accepted the tag from Blassenville only a heartbeat or two later. Striding back to Adrianna while Clayton reentered the fray, the Mistress of Puppets hauled Papadopolous to vertical and tagged her with another Toe Kick to draw the breathless brunette into a Standing Headscissors. Adrianna was in no condition to counter a second Powerbomb, but rather than repeat herself the redhead looped her arms around the Greek lovely's vulnerable midsection and lifted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Shifting from the Waistlock to identical grips on Papadopolous' biceps, Celia boosted the Crucifix a little bit higher as Bex lined up her shot.
A wink from the Camouflage Crusher saw Blassenville flip Addy forward and down while Bex rushed in, the brunette catching hold of Papadopolous' noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the Dominator into an Ace Crusher that PLANTED Adrianna on her face, chest and belly! Rendered sadly mortal by the power of MK Ultra, Adrianna slopped onto her back where Clayton sat on her chest, then leaned forward to collect both of her foe's legs in a snug Reverse Matchbook. The pin looked pretty damned secure, yet it didn't stop Celia from planting her hands on Papadopolous' glutes to press down hard while Al and the sold-out crowd counted...
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Bex tossed Addy's legs aside at the sound of the bell, though she made no attempt to rise from the cover until Celia offered her a hand during the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
“Didn't go down easy, did they?” Clayton asked the redhead as she took a belt from Carpenter and draped it over one shoulder.
“I tend to find the level of challenge tied directly to my level of satisfaction when the match is finally over.” Blassenville agreed as she accepted her belt before setting a boot between Adrianna's shoulders.
Bex grinned, planted a boot on the defeated brunette's rump. “Can't argue with that. That's two of the Three brought to ground. You think one of them's got enough left to stand beside Pandy if she wants a taste?”
Blassenville mulled the question for a moment. “Oh, I suspect either of these lovely ladies will find heretofore unknown wells of resilience if Pandora should be foolish enough to attempt to claim what is ours. But unlike these two, the blonde titan is NOT foolish and she knows that only a partner of her caliber could wrest these prizes from us. And considering that her only potential options are already holding these titles, I believe we're safe. Even if she does decide to some deluded demi-goddess to fight at her side, the outcome remains the same. Only difference is the size of the crater when all is said and done.”
“That's fuckin' right.” Clayton raised her gold and tinked the face-plate against Celia's. “Now let's get out of here. We've desecrated enough for one night.”
“I don't know if I agree with that.” Blassenville murmured. “But we can certainly seek out new avenues of amusement. Lead on, Rebecca.”