Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 14:59:39 GMT
The Big Guns
Becky Clayton...
Roxie McCrimmon...
The Valley Girls
Alyson Valley...
Beverly Valley...
Rachelle Leah...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “the following contest is an Elimination Tag Match. There will be a thirty minute time limit, and will continue until BTH members of one team have either been pinned or forced to submit. AND... it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship!”
The announcement of a title match virtually always warrants a cheer from the FAWNatics, but tonight, that roar is not only louder. It seems happier, given that the fans once more have champions they can love and support.
As the roar dies down, the announcer resumes, “Introducing first, the challengers. Ha...”
Suddenly, ANOTHER voice bursts over the sound system. “Woah... woah... WOAH!”
Over the last several months, the FAWNatics have become considerably more familiar with the voice of Rachelle Leah than they had ever wanted to be, and when the Step-MILF strides through the curtain, they erupt into jeers. Not that the stunning fortysomething seems perturbed by their hatred. “First of all,” she says, her gaze locked down the aisle on the announcer, “let me correct your misinformation. My girls are NOT... ‘challengers’...”
The disgust Leah injects into that one word is almost tangible.
“They are your once and FUTURE tag team champions!” Rachelle adds on, spawn another round of boos and whistles from the capacity crowd. “And second, my Aly and Bev will ONLY be introduced by someone who can do them justice. And so, from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... They are the single best tag team in FAWN history, belts or no belts. But rest assured, those belts WILL be theirs again before this night is over. They are my pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” While the Step-MILF’s boasts might just border on hyperbole, there’s little denying the accomplishments of the Valley Girls over the past year, the trio’s exploits proving enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
(“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded )
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look <i><b>exactly</b></i> the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!” And around their waists, Aly and Bev sport the title belts they had first stolen, then won plainly in open combat.
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. She doesn’t follow the younger women into the ring, instead taking up her position outside their corner. After heading to their corner, one twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
“And now, the announcer resumes, once he’s certain it’s safe for him to try to talk again, “introducing the champions...”
One Valley--Bev? Aly?--immediately stomps her feet at that last word, her sister placing a protective set of “muffing” hands over her ears and scowling in the suit’s direction. Down on the floor, Leah shouts, “DON’T GET USED TO SAYING THAT!”
He does his best to ignore the brats, and their stepmother. “Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds… Becky Clayton and Roxie McCrimmon… Ladies and gentlemen, together, they are… THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!”
For a team with that name, there’s only one song that can mark their arrival. And sure enough, within moments, AC/DC’s “Big Gun” begins to boom over the FAWN Arena’s sound system. Not long after that, two of FAWN’s hardest hardbodies emerge at the top of the ramp, the newly crowned tag team champions of the world receiving a tremendous roar of approval from the sellout crowd.
The Army of One Hot Chick sports what has now become her trademark ensemble. Having forsaken her standard one-piece after it been all but shredded by a certain Tennessee Terror, she has transitioned to a camouflage two piece with tie-sided bottoms and an eye catching ladder / double helix of lycra that runs from the center of her waistband all the way up to the bottom of her cups. She finishes it off with matching forest green pads and boots, though thanks to the artillery above, they could’ve been pink with yellow floral print and no one would’ve noticed.
The Beantown Bombshell, on the other hand, is clearly adorned in a different set of togs than her customary solo wear, though they are at least partially obscured by her usual Celtics jersey—tonight’s a green thirty-six. What can be seen below the hem of the Marcus Smart uni is an extreme rarity in FAWN: pants. Well, “pants” is probably overstating matters. While it’s true that McCrimmon’s inner thighs are covered by shiny, camouflage patterned fabric, her outer legs are left bare save for a one-inch strap at the knee.
Each woman sports her championship strap slung over a shoulder--Becky’s right and Roxie’s left.
When Clayton has given the fans enough time to voice their appreciation, Becky starts her way down to the ring at a quick pace--but still taking the time to slap as many of the outstretched hands as she could reach. Roxanne follows alongside, doing her best to ensure that none of the front row fans are left out from the hand-slapping festivities. Ascending the steps, the Army of One Hot Chick slips through the ropes and headed straight for a far corner, hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle and snapping off a crisp salute to the roaring masses. McCrimmon races to the opposite corner, springing onto the middle buckle herself and pumping a fist—drawing a rousing cheer of her own.
From her perch, Roxie slips her fingers inside the hem of her jersey and pulls it overhead, revealing two more one-inch straps on the “pants”—one at mid-thigh and the other the waist—and a similarly camouflaged halter that leaves plenty of washboard stomach bared. Backed up by a whole platoon of her very own Howling Commandos, Becky drops down from her perch and turns to watch the enemy corner.
In the Valley corner, after a few words, one of the Natural Clones--Beverly, as it transpires--slips out of the ring, leaving her sister to start the contest. The Guns exchange a few more verbal notes, and then the Army of One Hot Chick vacates the ring, leaving Roxie McCrimmon to start for her side. With the population of the ring now down to two combatants and the referee the official calls for the bell--and champion and challenger move to meet at the middle of the ring. “Hope you kept OUR gold all nice and shiny,” Aly says with a sneer.
The Beantown Bombshell opens her mouth to respond... but the next sound is not her voice. Rather, it’s the ‘CRAAAACK!’ of Alyson Valley’s palm striking Roxie’s cheek, the FAWNatics gasping as McCrimmon’s head whips with the slap. Aly regards her handiwork with a beaming smile... until Roxie’s head begins to turn back toward her. The murderous intent in the Beantown Bombshell’s eyes is clear to all, the crowd responding with a chant of, “ROX-IE’S GON-NA KILL YOU!”
Alyson Valley is acutely aware of that fact, and she immediately turns on a dime, trying to race to her corner. Instead, the Irish-American hardbody clamps a hand on her shoulder, roughly spinning the former tag champ to face her before snatching a wrist. An Irish whip sends the curvy, bratty blonde racing into the ropes, Roxie marching out to the middle of the ring to meet her on the return. And, as Valley approaches, McCrimmon sets her stance, meeting Alyson with a shoulderblock that sends the Natural Clone crashing to the canvas.
“C’MON, ALY,” Beverly shouts from her corner, while Alyson scrambles back to her feet. Apparently the shoulderblock has caused Aly to re-think making an exit. Instead, she charges the bigger, brawnier blonde--and successfully manages to drive Roxie back into the ropes with forearm shots to the chest. Bodying in, Valley takes a wrist, sets her feet, and attempts to answer McCrimmon’s earlier whip with one of her own.
Key word: attempts.
Instead, Roxie latches her other arm around the top rope, keeping her moored in place. Alyson gives it a second shot, but with a similar lack of results. The third time... proves NOT to be the charm. While she manages to at least pull McCrimmon free of the ropes, the Beantown Bombshell digs in and reverses the whip. Sprinting toward the former champion, McCrimmon extends her right arm--and damn near takes Alyson’s head off with a massive lariat!
Valley starts to sit up, both arms wrapped around the back of her neck. At which point, the Beantown Bombshell grabs a handful of hair, dragging Valley into the champions’ corner. Becky Clayton extends her hand--and Roxie slaps it. The Guns trade places, the Army of One Hot Chick quickly scooping Alyson up--and viciously depositing her back to the mat with a powerslam. This time, the Natural Clone doesn’t try to rise, so Becky stoops down and pulls her up. Wrapping her arms around Alyson’s waist, the Big Gun pulls her in, belly to belly. She then pops her hips, LAUNCHING Valley into the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex, the former tag champ skipping across the mat before coming to a halt--knees bent, resting on her feet and her shoulders, Aly pushing to keep her aching back away from the canvas.
(OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIBTXRCBGtc )
“ALYSON,” her sister shouts from the Valley corner. Stepping onto the bottom rope, Beverly leans into the ring, stretching her hand as far into the ring as she can. Aly gamely rolls over and starts to crawl her way toward the offered tag... but Becky snatches an ankle, dragging Alyson away from safety--and back into the Big Gun corner, where Roxie waits with an extended hand.
‘SLAP!’
“TAG!”
Again, the Guns trade places without incident, the Beantown Bombshell driving Alyson back into the center of the ring with a trio of forearm shots to the chest. Then, slipping in behind her opponent, McCrimmon takes Valley’s right arm, applying a hammerlock. Nudging her head up and under Aly’s left wing, the sculpted blonde muscles her foe off her feet, bridging back to BLAST Aly’s head and shoulders into the mat with her Boston Pop’skull.
(BOSTON POP’SKULL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=roNXZncq0r4 )
Roxie floats over, reaching to hook Valley’s legs...
ONE...
TWO...
T...
‘THWUNK!’
Beverly Valley lands a stomp between McCrimmon’s shoulderblades, forcing the powerful blonde off her sister.
The official quickly intercedes, taking Bev and guiding her back toward the Valley corner--and he receives a thorough tongue-lashing from both Beverly and Rachelle Leah at ringside. Meanwhile, Roxie hairhauls Alyson to her feet, dragging the bratty blonde to her corner before tagging out to Becky Clayton. Only instead of entering the ring, the Army of One Hot Chick goes topside, climbing to the top turnbuckle as McCrimmon gathers Valley into a loose embrace. With a small grunt, the Beantown Bombshell lifts Aly off her feet--then drops to her knee, SLAMMING Valley down crotch first across her posted knee. Alyson springs away from the inverted atomic drop, turning on her tippy toes... and staggering RIGHT into a diving shoulderblock from Becky!
(DIVING SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDo5epN954g )
The Army of One Hot Chick is back to her feet quickly--and, just as quickly, she scoops Alyson off the mat. She holds the writhing Natural Clone to her chest for a moment before shifting her grip, stuffing one hand into Valley’s crotch and the other her bosom. The FAWNatics laugh and cheer when Becky military presses the frantic former tag champ over her head, Alyson at first pleading to be put down, and then thinking better of it as it sinks in what ‘down’ would mean in this case. Clayton opts to get in a set, lowering and raising her opponent FIVE times before finally sending her down with an awesome slam. Becky drops to her knees beside the writhing, mewling blonde, applying the cover and collecting the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Aly kicks out.
From the Big Gun corner, Roxie grins, “I bet I could do ten.”
Clayton stifles a small laugh before responding, “You’ll get your chance.” Bringing Valley back to verticality with a handful of hair, the Army of One Hot Chick starts to send Aly into the ropes with an Irish whip... only for Aly to reverse it. Still, as she sends Clayton away, the former tag champ barely looks able to capitalize as she stumbles forward...
Of course, there IS another Valley. And Beverly Valley surreptitiously edges down the apron, so that when the Army of One Hot Chick turns her back to the ropes, what she instead gets a knee right in the spine. “YAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!” Clayton crawls out, her knees buckling as she staggers forward.
And Becky’s cry appears to regalvanize Alyson. Straightening up, the Valley in the ring rushes into the ropes off of Clayton’s left flank, shooting back to catch the Army of One Hot Chick right between the eyes with a knee trembler.
(KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2EOml2VQqI )
The Army Brat is sent into a drunken pirouette before collapsing to the mat, while Alyson Valley lumbers over to her corner. And at last, the Valley Girls manage to do what they do best: trade off. After the tag, Beverly slips into ring, lining up in the blindspot of a rising Becky. Coming off the ropes from behind, Bev leaps into the air, catching Clayton by the back of the head with one hand--and then SLAMMING her down, face first into the canvas with a facecrusher. Beverly quickly pushes the Army of One Hot Chick over to her back before administering the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
OH HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Becky Clayton doesn’t so much kick out as she does launch Beverly Valley into low Earth orbit, the bratty blonde flying halfway back into the Valley corner. Clayton quickly rolls over, an does what she needs to do: she starts crawling toward Roxie’s outstretched hand. Alas, Beverly manages to climb back to her feet quick enough to grab Clayton’s ankles, dragging the Army Brat toward the opposite corner. Things go from bad to worse for the champions when, with Clayton’s ankles still in her possession, Bev steps over Becky’s back, turning HER back to the Beantown Bombshell as she settles into a crouch--and into a Boston crab.
Clayton’s hands fly to her mane is her spine is bent in ways it was never meant to. Through the pain, the Army Brat tries to focus her vision. The ropes in front of her--and Roxie McCrimmon--are faaaar too far away for her to reach. The ropes to her left... they’re closer, but it would still take some effort.
Before Becky can start crawling toward them, however, Bev extends her hand and makes the tag with Alyson Valley. And now, the Natural Clones get their first chance to do what they REALLY do best: double-team. With Beverly continue to work her crab, Aly circles around to the Army Brat’s upper body. Setting up in a standing straddle of the tag champ, her feet just underneath Clayton’s arms, Alyson settles into a crouch of her own--and pulls Becky up and into a camel clutch.
“C’MON, REF!” the Beantown Bombshell shouts from her corner. “GET THEM OUT OF THERE!” When the official’s count doesn’t start quick enough for her liking, McCrimmon opts to take matters into her own hands. Alas, her entrance into the ring is pointed out by Alyson Valley--and the ref proves considerably quicker to attempt to keep Roxie excluded from the festivities.
While one Big Gun pleads her case, Aly and Bev break off their torturous combination and haul the other to her feet. Looking for a little revenge, Aly pulls Clayton into a loose embrace, hoisting the Army Brat up before genuflecting, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that sends Becky shooting into the arms of the other Valley. Claiming Clayton in her own hug, Bev follows her sister’s lead, performing an inverted atomic drop of her very own. Again, Becky launches as if spring-loaded, the robobabe staggering into Alyson’s clutches--and, for her troubles, she’s subjected to a THIRD inverted atomic drop. This one proves too much for her shaking gams, and Clayton hits the deck on her back.
As the Army Brat reaches both hands between her enflamed thighs, Aly claims her ankles, pulling the Big Guns gams up in a wide ‘V’ while Beverly scales her way to the top turnbuckle. All but paralyzed from the hat trick of inverted atomic drops, Becky can only pleadingly shake her head at the looming brat. She can barely even raise her hands in protest...
Not that it would’ve made a difference. Beverly Valley leaps into the air, her Muff Dive concluding when her forehead SLAMS into Clayton’s defenseless crotch.
With McCrimmon finally evacuated from the ring, Alyson scoots into a cover, hooking both legs. “HEY, REF!” Beverly shouts. “WANNA PAY ATTENTION?”
Turning, the official spots the pinning predicament, and he hustles to get into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Clayton gets a shoulder up.
Aly rises, swinging a leg over Becky’s prone form before settling into a straddle atop the Army Brat’s tummy. “I HAD the bytch!” the Natural Valley screams, curling her digits into claws--and then PLUNGING them into Clayton’s rack. While the hardbody shrieks and thrashes, Aly continues to unload on the zebra. “If YOU’D been doing your DAMN job, we’d be one step closer to getting out belts back!”
The official starts to protest his innocence, but he’s cut off by a particularly anguished squeal when Valley RIIIIIIIIIPS her claws loose. Climbing to her feet, Alyson stays on the attack, locking in an abdominal stretch that has the Army of One Hot Chick moaning in agony--but still shaking her head when the ref asks if she’s had enough.
Alyson takes a moment to make sure the official’s attention is focused fully on the Big Gun... and then she reaches behind her. Beverly immediately takes the hint, reaching through the ropes to accept her sister’s hands. Once their fingers lace together, Clayton’s howls increase in volume...
... and even without being able to see the chicanery, the Beantown Bombshell knows why. She EXPLODES through the ropes... and Bev instantly lets go. The hand that just moments ago had been giving Alyson an illicit assist now points a finger in McCrimmon’s direction. “WATCH OUT, REF!” she shouts, causing the zebra to turn around.
“GIVE ME A F*CKIN’ BREAK!!!” Roxie wails, raising both hands in exasperation as the referee intercepts her. Meanwhile, as he leads McCrimmon back to her corner, Alyson relinquishes the abdominal stretch. Yanking the Army Brat straight, Valley starts to launch her toward the ropes for an Irish whip...
... but not only does Becky manage a reversal, she reels the Natural Clone back into a RESOUNDING short arm clothesline!
As Alyson hits the mat, the FAWNatics LEAP out of their seats--their cheers only growing louder as Clayton hairhauls Valley up. Dipping a shoulder, the Army Brat muscles her challenger up and into a fireman’s carry, then uses her right arm to gather and fold Aly’s legs at the knees. Then, swinging her foe from her shoulders, Clayton sits out, DRIVING Valley’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her Army of One. With Aly matchbooked, Becky keeps hold of her legs, and the official dives down to slap off the...
(ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A )
ONE...
TWO....
THR....
‘THOOOONNNKKK!’
Beverly’s boot BLASTS directly between Becky’s shoulderblades. But before she can do any more, Roxie McCrimmon swoops in, the blonde duo tussling their way into the ropes. While a groaning Army Brat picks herself off the canvas, the referee goes with the fight in progress, moving to separate the Beantown Bombshell and one of the Natural Clones. Clayton peels Alyson off the canvas, then comes up along Valley’s left side. After pushing down on the curvy blonde’s back, the Army Brat reaches through Aly’s thighs to grab her left wrist--and as the referee finally manages to get Beverly and Roxie untangled, the FAWNatics know the beginnings of the FUBAR when they see it.
(FUBAR @0:27:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VDkfiHvd5s )
After hooking Valley’s right arm, Becky has little trouble muscling the bratty blonde off her feet. But, as the official leads Roxie back to the Big Guns corner, Beverly Valley drops to her knees behind Clayton and swings a BRUTAL uppercut between the Army Brat’s thighs! Instantly, the tag champ loses her grip on Alyson--and while Aly still has an awkward tumble to the mat, it’s nowhere near as devastating as the full FUBER would have been.
With Becky staggering bowlegged around the ring, Aly shakes off her landing quickly enough to climb back to her feet--while Beverly ducks down and pushes her head between Clayton’s thighs! Wrapping her arms behind Becky’s knees, Bev pointedly RAMS the back of her head into Clayton’s crotch as she straightens up, adding a second low blow to the Army Brat’s trauma as she falls across Beverly’s back. Meanwhile, Alyson circles, lining herself up back to back with Becky as she hooks her arms. Behind this display, the Beantown Bombshell is slipping through the ropes--and the FAWNatics desperately try to alert her to the danger...
... but nothing can stop Aly and Bev from sitting out, the Army of One Hot Chick getting another encounter with their Totally Bytchin’!
(TOTALLY BYTCHIN’!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iV7_tKZ2JIg )
It might not have occurred on the concrete floor this time, but its aftermath appears no less destructive, Becky Clayton gathering into a convulsing puddle of glistening flesh. Now Roxie McCrimmon tries to reverse course--but by now, Beverly Valley is back on her feet. And, with Alyson settling into the lateral press, Bev rushes to hold off the Beantown Bombshell.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a deflated crowd, “BECKY CLAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!”
Roxie McCrimmon doesn’t hear that announcement. She is too busy pounding Beverly Valley back into the ropes with thunderous forearms to the chest. But now, the Valleys are very much in their element--Roxie McCrimmon no longer having a partner to tag out too, while each Valley can each come to her sister’s aid, without any fear of reprisal from the Guns. Such is the case when Alyson comes up behind McCrimmon, reaching around to latch on a dual set of breast claws. Roxie shrieks in torment, her barrage of forearms immediately halted. It takes Bev a moment, but she manages to shrug off the lingering ache of the blows and answers with a succession of left-right-left jabs to the Beantown Bombshell’s washboard abs.
All that spares McCrimmon from further double teaming is the referee, who orders Alyson to release her claws. “YOU STILL HAVE TO TAG!” the zebra snaps, and Alyson reluctantly rips away her talons. While Aly departs, Beverly clamps on a standing headscissors, then leans forward to ensnare McCrimmon’s waist in her arms. Bev ‘hups’ the Irish American robobabe airborne, before dropping to her knees, connecting with a piledriver.
The Beantown Bombshell tumbles into a face down starfish, her body spasming with the aftershocks of the piledriver. Meanwhile, Beverly pushes up off her knees and skips to the Valley corner. As she tags Alyson, Rachelle Leah turns to the jeering FAWNatics. “Hey,” she taunts them, “Clayton can at least say she held onto the tag title longer than she did the World!”
Instead of entering the ring, Alyson saunters down the apron, to the corner nearest the remnants of McCrimmon. Beverly nudges the sculpted blonde to her back before gathering up her ankles, and it is immediately apparent when Aly starts climbing to the top turnbuckle what they have in mind. Unfortunately for the tag champ, Bev’s piledriver has left Roxie nowhere near as cogent as Becky had been, and she can neither plead nor brace herself when Alyson delivers this Muff Dive.
As Aly pushes back to her feet, she gives her head a small shake. “You okay?” Bev asks, concerned.
“Yeah,” Alyson replies. “Just... thought my head was gonna slip right, loose as that skank is.”
Beverly chuckles as she saunters past her sister. She doesn’t leave the ring, but when she contents herself with lounging in a vacant corner, the official opts not to press matters--for the moment. Meanwhile, Aly hairhauls McCrimmon up and whips her into a vacant corner. The Beantown Bombshell’s back SLAMS into the buckles, dropping the blonde hardbody flat on her ass--just as the Valleys had hoped. Alyson sprints toward the downed champ, leaping and swiveling, serving up a heaping helping of delectable derriere with her Tush Push.
(TUSH PUSH @0:47:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6RYG4RD1Os )
Ordinarily, a Valley would simply bounce away from the gluteal impact. Tonight, however, Alyson grabs hold of the top rope, clutching the cable with a white knuckle grips as she keeps her cheeks planted against Roxie’s mug. Across the ring, Beverly now takes off in a sprint of her own, Aly spinning a=out of the way just before Bev leaps and pivots into a second Tush Push!
Beverly DOES bounce away, she and her sister meeting at Roxie’s feet. Each Valley grabs an ankle, and together they drag the Beantown Bombshell to the center of the ring. Aly places a boot atop McCrimmon’s right breast and Bev does the same with her left, the house unleashing a torrent of boos as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell kicks out.
The challengers don’t seem particular disappointed, Aly and Bev merely circling without a word as Roxie McCrimmon first tries to shake some senses back into her noggin, then begins to rise off the mat. The Irish American blonde barely gets her feet underneath her when Aly goes high and Bev low, one Valley connecting with a sweep kick to the McCrimmon’s calves as the other’s superkick BLASTS the Beantown Bombshell’s jaw.
(TOTALLY ELIMINATED!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0SAI8o0Hf4 )
With the remaining half of the tag team champions left in a shellshocked spreadeagle, the former champions vacate the ring, Alyson and Beverly returning to their corner--and then each climbing to the top turnbuckle. There the stand, each with an arm around the other’s shoulder, preparing to put the final touches on a comically short title reign of the Big Guns. Leaping into the heavens, Alyson lays out while Beverly extends her legs, ready to wipe out the Beantown Bombshell with their Tidal Wave...
(TIDAL WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=er6C6-l0lec )
... but there’s NOBODY HOME, McCrimmon rolling away. Outside the ring, Rachelle Leah appears on the verge of ripping her hair out as Alyson rolls to her back and hugs her belly, while Bev’s hands massage her throbbing bum. “GET IT TOGETHER, GIRLS!” she snaps, and sure enough, the sisters still manage to beat Roxie back to verticality. Together, the Valleys pull McCrimmon up and whip her into the ropes. As the Beantown Bombshell’s back hits the cable, Aly and Bev extend their arms, locking hand and hand as the race toward the charging champion, intending to snuff out her rally with a combined clothesline...
Instead, Roxie ducks!
The Valleys let go of each other’s hands as they now race into the ropes, rebounding off the strands as McCrimmon does likewise. And as the Natural Clones hurtle toward their adversary, the Beantown Bombshell extends BOTH her arms--and her clotheslines DON’T miss, Aly and Bev RIPPED off their feet and sent sprawling to the canvas. Somewhat spoiled for choice, McCrimmon selects Alyson--not that she’d have any way of knowing--and stuffs Valley’s head between her thighs. The standing headscissor secured, Roxie then gathers up and underhooks Aly’s arms, before muscling the bratty blonde into the air. Once she has Alyson upside down, the Beantown Bombshell releases Aly’s arms, and instead wraps her arms around Valley’s waist as she sits out, DRIVING Alyson into the mat with a double underhook powerbomb.
(DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOrbdHqOkyY)
Roxie scrambles to her feet... and notices that Beverly is already there. But the buxom former tag champ is far from fresh, still trying to shake away the bells ringing in her ears from the clothesline. Surging toward her, McCrimmon drives Bev back into the ropes with a barrage of forearms, then sends her for the ride. Meeting Beverly at the center of the ring, McCrimmon drops into a crouch, catching her opponent and launching Bev up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. The Beantown Bombshell then lays out, swinging her cargo to SLAM Beverly’s head and shoulders into the mat with her Boston Massacre.
(BOSTON MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLLWb3YH6Ik )
With Bev thoroughly incapacitated for the moment, McCrimmon rises and marches over to Alyson. Hairhauling her to her feet, Roxie spins the challenger away from her before reaching across her throat. Pulling Aly into a dragon sleeper, McCrimmon draws her thumb across her throat before powering Valley into the air. With Alyson’s belly in her face, Roxie sits out, the Beantown Bomb detonating with full force. Keeping Valley’s legs under her control, McCrimmon pulls Aly back into a matchbook, nodding her head along with the referee’s count.
(BEANTOWN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI7JtEXZdx4&feature=related )
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “AL... BE... A VALLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!”
The Irish American hardbody tosses Alyson’s legs away, and as she rises, the official carpet rolls the Natural Clone toward the ropes--and toward Rachelle Leah. The Step-MILF accepts one of her charges into her arms, while Roxie scrapes the other off the mat. After burying her knee into Beverly’s gut, McCrimmon dips a shoulder and shrugs the challenger up onto her shoulder. Once again, Bev finds herself in a fireman’s carry--and this one proves to have another wicked ending. Swinging the bratty blonde off her shoulders, Roxie catches Beverly around the hips, before SLAMMING Valley’s back into the canvas.
(FIREMAN’S CARRY RYDEEN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy_eqRqJL5o )
The Beantown Bombshell picks herself up--then picks up Beverly, sending her into the near corner with a powerful toss. Turning to the FAWNatics, Roxie cups her hands to her mouth before shouting, “AIN’T NO PARTY...”
“... LIKE A VIOLENCE PARTY!!!” the fans holler back.
McCrimmon nods. “CAUSE A VIOLENCE PARTY DON’T STOP!!!!”
Marching into the corner, Roxie slips Beverly’s arms over the top rope before imparting three final words of wisdom to her challenger...
“F*ck you, bytch.”
(VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4 )
Her peace said, McCrimmon goes to work, assaulting her foe with an alternating trio of chops to the chest and wicked forearms to the mush. From there, Roxie grabs two handful of hair and adds another three-spot of headbutts, before pivoting and depositing the bratty blonde on her ass with a snapmare. After delivering a blistering trio of stiff kicks to Valley’s back, the Irish American robobabe follows up with a pair of knees to Bev’s face. Hairhauling the increasingly demolished blonde to her feet, McCrimmon holds her doubled over before blasting Beverly’s face with a quartet of kicks, before tugging her upright... and administering a brutal lariat that sends the Natural Clone flipping through the air 360 degrees.
With Valley splattered and spasming, Roxie drops to her knees--planting one atop Bev’s bosom in the process. Raising her right hand, the Beantown Bombshell counts off the referee's slaps with her fingers...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your winners, via pinfall... and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!!!”
Out on the floor, a not-particularly-recovered Alyson Valley starts to take a step toward the ring... but Rachelle Leah holds her back, no doubt well aware that Aly is in no state to contend with the Beantown Bombshell--especially not as the Army of One Hot Chick returns to the ring, two tag belts in her arms.
Clayton passes one strap to her partner, while Roxie places a boot atop Beverly’s tummy. The Valley Girls had indeed been a dominant force in the tag team division, but at long last, they’d met an even more overwhelming team--one that few could now argue deserved their gold.
Becky Clayton...
Roxie McCrimmon...
The Valley Girls
Alyson Valley...
Beverly Valley...
Rachelle Leah...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “the following contest is an Elimination Tag Match. There will be a thirty minute time limit, and will continue until BTH members of one team have either been pinned or forced to submit. AND... it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship!”
The announcement of a title match virtually always warrants a cheer from the FAWNatics, but tonight, that roar is not only louder. It seems happier, given that the fans once more have champions they can love and support.
As the roar dies down, the announcer resumes, “Introducing first, the challengers. Ha...”
Suddenly, ANOTHER voice bursts over the sound system. “Woah... woah... WOAH!”
Over the last several months, the FAWNatics have become considerably more familiar with the voice of Rachelle Leah than they had ever wanted to be, and when the Step-MILF strides through the curtain, they erupt into jeers. Not that the stunning fortysomething seems perturbed by their hatred. “First of all,” she says, her gaze locked down the aisle on the announcer, “let me correct your misinformation. My girls are NOT... ‘challengers’...”
The disgust Leah injects into that one word is almost tangible.
“They are your once and FUTURE tag team champions!” Rachelle adds on, spawn another round of boos and whistles from the capacity crowd. “And second, my Aly and Bev will ONLY be introduced by someone who can do them justice. And so, from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... They are the single best tag team in FAWN history, belts or no belts. But rest assured, those belts WILL be theirs again before this night is over. They are my pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” While the Step-MILF’s boasts might just border on hyperbole, there’s little denying the accomplishments of the Valley Girls over the past year, the trio’s exploits proving enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
(“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded )
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look <i><b>exactly</b></i> the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!” And around their waists, Aly and Bev sport the title belts they had first stolen, then won plainly in open combat.
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. She doesn’t follow the younger women into the ring, instead taking up her position outside their corner. After heading to their corner, one twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
“And now, the announcer resumes, once he’s certain it’s safe for him to try to talk again, “introducing the champions...”
One Valley--Bev? Aly?--immediately stomps her feet at that last word, her sister placing a protective set of “muffing” hands over her ears and scowling in the suit’s direction. Down on the floor, Leah shouts, “DON’T GET USED TO SAYING THAT!”
He does his best to ignore the brats, and their stepmother. “Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds… Becky Clayton and Roxie McCrimmon… Ladies and gentlemen, together, they are… THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!”
For a team with that name, there’s only one song that can mark their arrival. And sure enough, within moments, AC/DC’s “Big Gun” begins to boom over the FAWN Arena’s sound system. Not long after that, two of FAWN’s hardest hardbodies emerge at the top of the ramp, the newly crowned tag team champions of the world receiving a tremendous roar of approval from the sellout crowd.
The Army of One Hot Chick sports what has now become her trademark ensemble. Having forsaken her standard one-piece after it been all but shredded by a certain Tennessee Terror, she has transitioned to a camouflage two piece with tie-sided bottoms and an eye catching ladder / double helix of lycra that runs from the center of her waistband all the way up to the bottom of her cups. She finishes it off with matching forest green pads and boots, though thanks to the artillery above, they could’ve been pink with yellow floral print and no one would’ve noticed.
The Beantown Bombshell, on the other hand, is clearly adorned in a different set of togs than her customary solo wear, though they are at least partially obscured by her usual Celtics jersey—tonight’s a green thirty-six. What can be seen below the hem of the Marcus Smart uni is an extreme rarity in FAWN: pants. Well, “pants” is probably overstating matters. While it’s true that McCrimmon’s inner thighs are covered by shiny, camouflage patterned fabric, her outer legs are left bare save for a one-inch strap at the knee.
Each woman sports her championship strap slung over a shoulder--Becky’s right and Roxie’s left.
When Clayton has given the fans enough time to voice their appreciation, Becky starts her way down to the ring at a quick pace--but still taking the time to slap as many of the outstretched hands as she could reach. Roxanne follows alongside, doing her best to ensure that none of the front row fans are left out from the hand-slapping festivities. Ascending the steps, the Army of One Hot Chick slips through the ropes and headed straight for a far corner, hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle and snapping off a crisp salute to the roaring masses. McCrimmon races to the opposite corner, springing onto the middle buckle herself and pumping a fist—drawing a rousing cheer of her own.
From her perch, Roxie slips her fingers inside the hem of her jersey and pulls it overhead, revealing two more one-inch straps on the “pants”—one at mid-thigh and the other the waist—and a similarly camouflaged halter that leaves plenty of washboard stomach bared. Backed up by a whole platoon of her very own Howling Commandos, Becky drops down from her perch and turns to watch the enemy corner.
In the Valley corner, after a few words, one of the Natural Clones--Beverly, as it transpires--slips out of the ring, leaving her sister to start the contest. The Guns exchange a few more verbal notes, and then the Army of One Hot Chick vacates the ring, leaving Roxie McCrimmon to start for her side. With the population of the ring now down to two combatants and the referee the official calls for the bell--and champion and challenger move to meet at the middle of the ring. “Hope you kept OUR gold all nice and shiny,” Aly says with a sneer.
The Beantown Bombshell opens her mouth to respond... but the next sound is not her voice. Rather, it’s the ‘CRAAAACK!’ of Alyson Valley’s palm striking Roxie’s cheek, the FAWNatics gasping as McCrimmon’s head whips with the slap. Aly regards her handiwork with a beaming smile... until Roxie’s head begins to turn back toward her. The murderous intent in the Beantown Bombshell’s eyes is clear to all, the crowd responding with a chant of, “ROX-IE’S GON-NA KILL YOU!”
Alyson Valley is acutely aware of that fact, and she immediately turns on a dime, trying to race to her corner. Instead, the Irish-American hardbody clamps a hand on her shoulder, roughly spinning the former tag champ to face her before snatching a wrist. An Irish whip sends the curvy, bratty blonde racing into the ropes, Roxie marching out to the middle of the ring to meet her on the return. And, as Valley approaches, McCrimmon sets her stance, meeting Alyson with a shoulderblock that sends the Natural Clone crashing to the canvas.
“C’MON, ALY,” Beverly shouts from her corner, while Alyson scrambles back to her feet. Apparently the shoulderblock has caused Aly to re-think making an exit. Instead, she charges the bigger, brawnier blonde--and successfully manages to drive Roxie back into the ropes with forearm shots to the chest. Bodying in, Valley takes a wrist, sets her feet, and attempts to answer McCrimmon’s earlier whip with one of her own.
Key word: attempts.
Instead, Roxie latches her other arm around the top rope, keeping her moored in place. Alyson gives it a second shot, but with a similar lack of results. The third time... proves NOT to be the charm. While she manages to at least pull McCrimmon free of the ropes, the Beantown Bombshell digs in and reverses the whip. Sprinting toward the former champion, McCrimmon extends her right arm--and damn near takes Alyson’s head off with a massive lariat!
Valley starts to sit up, both arms wrapped around the back of her neck. At which point, the Beantown Bombshell grabs a handful of hair, dragging Valley into the champions’ corner. Becky Clayton extends her hand--and Roxie slaps it. The Guns trade places, the Army of One Hot Chick quickly scooping Alyson up--and viciously depositing her back to the mat with a powerslam. This time, the Natural Clone doesn’t try to rise, so Becky stoops down and pulls her up. Wrapping her arms around Alyson’s waist, the Big Gun pulls her in, belly to belly. She then pops her hips, LAUNCHING Valley into the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex, the former tag champ skipping across the mat before coming to a halt--knees bent, resting on her feet and her shoulders, Aly pushing to keep her aching back away from the canvas.
(OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIBTXRCBGtc )
“ALYSON,” her sister shouts from the Valley corner. Stepping onto the bottom rope, Beverly leans into the ring, stretching her hand as far into the ring as she can. Aly gamely rolls over and starts to crawl her way toward the offered tag... but Becky snatches an ankle, dragging Alyson away from safety--and back into the Big Gun corner, where Roxie waits with an extended hand.
‘SLAP!’
“TAG!”
Again, the Guns trade places without incident, the Beantown Bombshell driving Alyson back into the center of the ring with a trio of forearm shots to the chest. Then, slipping in behind her opponent, McCrimmon takes Valley’s right arm, applying a hammerlock. Nudging her head up and under Aly’s left wing, the sculpted blonde muscles her foe off her feet, bridging back to BLAST Aly’s head and shoulders into the mat with her Boston Pop’skull.
(BOSTON POP’SKULL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=roNXZncq0r4 )
Roxie floats over, reaching to hook Valley’s legs...
ONE...
TWO...
T...
‘THWUNK!’
Beverly Valley lands a stomp between McCrimmon’s shoulderblades, forcing the powerful blonde off her sister.
The official quickly intercedes, taking Bev and guiding her back toward the Valley corner--and he receives a thorough tongue-lashing from both Beverly and Rachelle Leah at ringside. Meanwhile, Roxie hairhauls Alyson to her feet, dragging the bratty blonde to her corner before tagging out to Becky Clayton. Only instead of entering the ring, the Army of One Hot Chick goes topside, climbing to the top turnbuckle as McCrimmon gathers Valley into a loose embrace. With a small grunt, the Beantown Bombshell lifts Aly off her feet--then drops to her knee, SLAMMING Valley down crotch first across her posted knee. Alyson springs away from the inverted atomic drop, turning on her tippy toes... and staggering RIGHT into a diving shoulderblock from Becky!
(DIVING SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDo5epN954g )
The Army of One Hot Chick is back to her feet quickly--and, just as quickly, she scoops Alyson off the mat. She holds the writhing Natural Clone to her chest for a moment before shifting her grip, stuffing one hand into Valley’s crotch and the other her bosom. The FAWNatics laugh and cheer when Becky military presses the frantic former tag champ over her head, Alyson at first pleading to be put down, and then thinking better of it as it sinks in what ‘down’ would mean in this case. Clayton opts to get in a set, lowering and raising her opponent FIVE times before finally sending her down with an awesome slam. Becky drops to her knees beside the writhing, mewling blonde, applying the cover and collecting the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Aly kicks out.
From the Big Gun corner, Roxie grins, “I bet I could do ten.”
Clayton stifles a small laugh before responding, “You’ll get your chance.” Bringing Valley back to verticality with a handful of hair, the Army of One Hot Chick starts to send Aly into the ropes with an Irish whip... only for Aly to reverse it. Still, as she sends Clayton away, the former tag champ barely looks able to capitalize as she stumbles forward...
Of course, there IS another Valley. And Beverly Valley surreptitiously edges down the apron, so that when the Army of One Hot Chick turns her back to the ropes, what she instead gets a knee right in the spine. “YAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!” Clayton crawls out, her knees buckling as she staggers forward.
And Becky’s cry appears to regalvanize Alyson. Straightening up, the Valley in the ring rushes into the ropes off of Clayton’s left flank, shooting back to catch the Army of One Hot Chick right between the eyes with a knee trembler.
(KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2EOml2VQqI )
The Army Brat is sent into a drunken pirouette before collapsing to the mat, while Alyson Valley lumbers over to her corner. And at last, the Valley Girls manage to do what they do best: trade off. After the tag, Beverly slips into ring, lining up in the blindspot of a rising Becky. Coming off the ropes from behind, Bev leaps into the air, catching Clayton by the back of the head with one hand--and then SLAMMING her down, face first into the canvas with a facecrusher. Beverly quickly pushes the Army of One Hot Chick over to her back before administering the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
OH HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Becky Clayton doesn’t so much kick out as she does launch Beverly Valley into low Earth orbit, the bratty blonde flying halfway back into the Valley corner. Clayton quickly rolls over, an does what she needs to do: she starts crawling toward Roxie’s outstretched hand. Alas, Beverly manages to climb back to her feet quick enough to grab Clayton’s ankles, dragging the Army Brat toward the opposite corner. Things go from bad to worse for the champions when, with Clayton’s ankles still in her possession, Bev steps over Becky’s back, turning HER back to the Beantown Bombshell as she settles into a crouch--and into a Boston crab.
Clayton’s hands fly to her mane is her spine is bent in ways it was never meant to. Through the pain, the Army Brat tries to focus her vision. The ropes in front of her--and Roxie McCrimmon--are faaaar too far away for her to reach. The ropes to her left... they’re closer, but it would still take some effort.
Before Becky can start crawling toward them, however, Bev extends her hand and makes the tag with Alyson Valley. And now, the Natural Clones get their first chance to do what they REALLY do best: double-team. With Beverly continue to work her crab, Aly circles around to the Army Brat’s upper body. Setting up in a standing straddle of the tag champ, her feet just underneath Clayton’s arms, Alyson settles into a crouch of her own--and pulls Becky up and into a camel clutch.
“C’MON, REF!” the Beantown Bombshell shouts from her corner. “GET THEM OUT OF THERE!” When the official’s count doesn’t start quick enough for her liking, McCrimmon opts to take matters into her own hands. Alas, her entrance into the ring is pointed out by Alyson Valley--and the ref proves considerably quicker to attempt to keep Roxie excluded from the festivities.
While one Big Gun pleads her case, Aly and Bev break off their torturous combination and haul the other to her feet. Looking for a little revenge, Aly pulls Clayton into a loose embrace, hoisting the Army Brat up before genuflecting, connecting with an inverted atomic drop that sends Becky shooting into the arms of the other Valley. Claiming Clayton in her own hug, Bev follows her sister’s lead, performing an inverted atomic drop of her very own. Again, Becky launches as if spring-loaded, the robobabe staggering into Alyson’s clutches--and, for her troubles, she’s subjected to a THIRD inverted atomic drop. This one proves too much for her shaking gams, and Clayton hits the deck on her back.
As the Army Brat reaches both hands between her enflamed thighs, Aly claims her ankles, pulling the Big Guns gams up in a wide ‘V’ while Beverly scales her way to the top turnbuckle. All but paralyzed from the hat trick of inverted atomic drops, Becky can only pleadingly shake her head at the looming brat. She can barely even raise her hands in protest...
Not that it would’ve made a difference. Beverly Valley leaps into the air, her Muff Dive concluding when her forehead SLAMS into Clayton’s defenseless crotch.
With McCrimmon finally evacuated from the ring, Alyson scoots into a cover, hooking both legs. “HEY, REF!” Beverly shouts. “WANNA PAY ATTENTION?”
Turning, the official spots the pinning predicament, and he hustles to get into position.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Clayton gets a shoulder up.
Aly rises, swinging a leg over Becky’s prone form before settling into a straddle atop the Army Brat’s tummy. “I HAD the bytch!” the Natural Valley screams, curling her digits into claws--and then PLUNGING them into Clayton’s rack. While the hardbody shrieks and thrashes, Aly continues to unload on the zebra. “If YOU’D been doing your DAMN job, we’d be one step closer to getting out belts back!”
The official starts to protest his innocence, but he’s cut off by a particularly anguished squeal when Valley RIIIIIIIIIPS her claws loose. Climbing to her feet, Alyson stays on the attack, locking in an abdominal stretch that has the Army of One Hot Chick moaning in agony--but still shaking her head when the ref asks if she’s had enough.
Alyson takes a moment to make sure the official’s attention is focused fully on the Big Gun... and then she reaches behind her. Beverly immediately takes the hint, reaching through the ropes to accept her sister’s hands. Once their fingers lace together, Clayton’s howls increase in volume...
... and even without being able to see the chicanery, the Beantown Bombshell knows why. She EXPLODES through the ropes... and Bev instantly lets go. The hand that just moments ago had been giving Alyson an illicit assist now points a finger in McCrimmon’s direction. “WATCH OUT, REF!” she shouts, causing the zebra to turn around.
“GIVE ME A F*CKIN’ BREAK!!!” Roxie wails, raising both hands in exasperation as the referee intercepts her. Meanwhile, as he leads McCrimmon back to her corner, Alyson relinquishes the abdominal stretch. Yanking the Army Brat straight, Valley starts to launch her toward the ropes for an Irish whip...
... but not only does Becky manage a reversal, she reels the Natural Clone back into a RESOUNDING short arm clothesline!
As Alyson hits the mat, the FAWNatics LEAP out of their seats--their cheers only growing louder as Clayton hairhauls Valley up. Dipping a shoulder, the Army Brat muscles her challenger up and into a fireman’s carry, then uses her right arm to gather and fold Aly’s legs at the knees. Then, swinging her foe from her shoulders, Clayton sits out, DRIVING Valley’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her Army of One. With Aly matchbooked, Becky keeps hold of her legs, and the official dives down to slap off the...
(ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A )
ONE...
TWO....
THR....
‘THOOOONNNKKK!’
Beverly’s boot BLASTS directly between Becky’s shoulderblades. But before she can do any more, Roxie McCrimmon swoops in, the blonde duo tussling their way into the ropes. While a groaning Army Brat picks herself off the canvas, the referee goes with the fight in progress, moving to separate the Beantown Bombshell and one of the Natural Clones. Clayton peels Alyson off the canvas, then comes up along Valley’s left side. After pushing down on the curvy blonde’s back, the Army Brat reaches through Aly’s thighs to grab her left wrist--and as the referee finally manages to get Beverly and Roxie untangled, the FAWNatics know the beginnings of the FUBAR when they see it.
(FUBAR @0:27:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VDkfiHvd5s )
After hooking Valley’s right arm, Becky has little trouble muscling the bratty blonde off her feet. But, as the official leads Roxie back to the Big Guns corner, Beverly Valley drops to her knees behind Clayton and swings a BRUTAL uppercut between the Army Brat’s thighs! Instantly, the tag champ loses her grip on Alyson--and while Aly still has an awkward tumble to the mat, it’s nowhere near as devastating as the full FUBER would have been.
With Becky staggering bowlegged around the ring, Aly shakes off her landing quickly enough to climb back to her feet--while Beverly ducks down and pushes her head between Clayton’s thighs! Wrapping her arms behind Becky’s knees, Bev pointedly RAMS the back of her head into Clayton’s crotch as she straightens up, adding a second low blow to the Army Brat’s trauma as she falls across Beverly’s back. Meanwhile, Alyson circles, lining herself up back to back with Becky as she hooks her arms. Behind this display, the Beantown Bombshell is slipping through the ropes--and the FAWNatics desperately try to alert her to the danger...
... but nothing can stop Aly and Bev from sitting out, the Army of One Hot Chick getting another encounter with their Totally Bytchin’!
(TOTALLY BYTCHIN’!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iV7_tKZ2JIg )
It might not have occurred on the concrete floor this time, but its aftermath appears no less destructive, Becky Clayton gathering into a convulsing puddle of glistening flesh. Now Roxie McCrimmon tries to reverse course--but by now, Beverly Valley is back on her feet. And, with Alyson settling into the lateral press, Bev rushes to hold off the Beantown Bombshell.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a deflated crowd, “BECKY CLAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!”
Roxie McCrimmon doesn’t hear that announcement. She is too busy pounding Beverly Valley back into the ropes with thunderous forearms to the chest. But now, the Valleys are very much in their element--Roxie McCrimmon no longer having a partner to tag out too, while each Valley can each come to her sister’s aid, without any fear of reprisal from the Guns. Such is the case when Alyson comes up behind McCrimmon, reaching around to latch on a dual set of breast claws. Roxie shrieks in torment, her barrage of forearms immediately halted. It takes Bev a moment, but she manages to shrug off the lingering ache of the blows and answers with a succession of left-right-left jabs to the Beantown Bombshell’s washboard abs.
All that spares McCrimmon from further double teaming is the referee, who orders Alyson to release her claws. “YOU STILL HAVE TO TAG!” the zebra snaps, and Alyson reluctantly rips away her talons. While Aly departs, Beverly clamps on a standing headscissors, then leans forward to ensnare McCrimmon’s waist in her arms. Bev ‘hups’ the Irish American robobabe airborne, before dropping to her knees, connecting with a piledriver.
The Beantown Bombshell tumbles into a face down starfish, her body spasming with the aftershocks of the piledriver. Meanwhile, Beverly pushes up off her knees and skips to the Valley corner. As she tags Alyson, Rachelle Leah turns to the jeering FAWNatics. “Hey,” she taunts them, “Clayton can at least say she held onto the tag title longer than she did the World!”
Instead of entering the ring, Alyson saunters down the apron, to the corner nearest the remnants of McCrimmon. Beverly nudges the sculpted blonde to her back before gathering up her ankles, and it is immediately apparent when Aly starts climbing to the top turnbuckle what they have in mind. Unfortunately for the tag champ, Bev’s piledriver has left Roxie nowhere near as cogent as Becky had been, and she can neither plead nor brace herself when Alyson delivers this Muff Dive.
As Aly pushes back to her feet, she gives her head a small shake. “You okay?” Bev asks, concerned.
“Yeah,” Alyson replies. “Just... thought my head was gonna slip right, loose as that skank is.”
Beverly chuckles as she saunters past her sister. She doesn’t leave the ring, but when she contents herself with lounging in a vacant corner, the official opts not to press matters--for the moment. Meanwhile, Aly hairhauls McCrimmon up and whips her into a vacant corner. The Beantown Bombshell’s back SLAMS into the buckles, dropping the blonde hardbody flat on her ass--just as the Valleys had hoped. Alyson sprints toward the downed champ, leaping and swiveling, serving up a heaping helping of delectable derriere with her Tush Push.
(TUSH PUSH @0:47:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6RYG4RD1Os )
Ordinarily, a Valley would simply bounce away from the gluteal impact. Tonight, however, Alyson grabs hold of the top rope, clutching the cable with a white knuckle grips as she keeps her cheeks planted against Roxie’s mug. Across the ring, Beverly now takes off in a sprint of her own, Aly spinning a=out of the way just before Bev leaps and pivots into a second Tush Push!
Beverly DOES bounce away, she and her sister meeting at Roxie’s feet. Each Valley grabs an ankle, and together they drag the Beantown Bombshell to the center of the ring. Aly places a boot atop McCrimmon’s right breast and Bev does the same with her left, the house unleashing a torrent of boos as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell kicks out.
The challengers don’t seem particular disappointed, Aly and Bev merely circling without a word as Roxie McCrimmon first tries to shake some senses back into her noggin, then begins to rise off the mat. The Irish American blonde barely gets her feet underneath her when Aly goes high and Bev low, one Valley connecting with a sweep kick to the McCrimmon’s calves as the other’s superkick BLASTS the Beantown Bombshell’s jaw.
(TOTALLY ELIMINATED!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0SAI8o0Hf4 )
With the remaining half of the tag team champions left in a shellshocked spreadeagle, the former champions vacate the ring, Alyson and Beverly returning to their corner--and then each climbing to the top turnbuckle. There the stand, each with an arm around the other’s shoulder, preparing to put the final touches on a comically short title reign of the Big Guns. Leaping into the heavens, Alyson lays out while Beverly extends her legs, ready to wipe out the Beantown Bombshell with their Tidal Wave...
(TIDAL WAVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=er6C6-l0lec )
... but there’s NOBODY HOME, McCrimmon rolling away. Outside the ring, Rachelle Leah appears on the verge of ripping her hair out as Alyson rolls to her back and hugs her belly, while Bev’s hands massage her throbbing bum. “GET IT TOGETHER, GIRLS!” she snaps, and sure enough, the sisters still manage to beat Roxie back to verticality. Together, the Valleys pull McCrimmon up and whip her into the ropes. As the Beantown Bombshell’s back hits the cable, Aly and Bev extend their arms, locking hand and hand as the race toward the charging champion, intending to snuff out her rally with a combined clothesline...
Instead, Roxie ducks!
The Valleys let go of each other’s hands as they now race into the ropes, rebounding off the strands as McCrimmon does likewise. And as the Natural Clones hurtle toward their adversary, the Beantown Bombshell extends BOTH her arms--and her clotheslines DON’T miss, Aly and Bev RIPPED off their feet and sent sprawling to the canvas. Somewhat spoiled for choice, McCrimmon selects Alyson--not that she’d have any way of knowing--and stuffs Valley’s head between her thighs. The standing headscissor secured, Roxie then gathers up and underhooks Aly’s arms, before muscling the bratty blonde into the air. Once she has Alyson upside down, the Beantown Bombshell releases Aly’s arms, and instead wraps her arms around Valley’s waist as she sits out, DRIVING Alyson into the mat with a double underhook powerbomb.
(DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOrbdHqOkyY)
Roxie scrambles to her feet... and notices that Beverly is already there. But the buxom former tag champ is far from fresh, still trying to shake away the bells ringing in her ears from the clothesline. Surging toward her, McCrimmon drives Bev back into the ropes with a barrage of forearms, then sends her for the ride. Meeting Beverly at the center of the ring, McCrimmon drops into a crouch, catching her opponent and launching Bev up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. The Beantown Bombshell then lays out, swinging her cargo to SLAM Beverly’s head and shoulders into the mat with her Boston Massacre.
(BOSTON MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLLWb3YH6Ik )
With Bev thoroughly incapacitated for the moment, McCrimmon rises and marches over to Alyson. Hairhauling her to her feet, Roxie spins the challenger away from her before reaching across her throat. Pulling Aly into a dragon sleeper, McCrimmon draws her thumb across her throat before powering Valley into the air. With Alyson’s belly in her face, Roxie sits out, the Beantown Bomb detonating with full force. Keeping Valley’s legs under her control, McCrimmon pulls Aly back into a matchbook, nodding her head along with the referee’s count.
(BEANTOWN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI7JtEXZdx4&feature=related )
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “AL... BE... A VALLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!”
The Irish American hardbody tosses Alyson’s legs away, and as she rises, the official carpet rolls the Natural Clone toward the ropes--and toward Rachelle Leah. The Step-MILF accepts one of her charges into her arms, while Roxie scrapes the other off the mat. After burying her knee into Beverly’s gut, McCrimmon dips a shoulder and shrugs the challenger up onto her shoulder. Once again, Bev finds herself in a fireman’s carry--and this one proves to have another wicked ending. Swinging the bratty blonde off her shoulders, Roxie catches Beverly around the hips, before SLAMMING Valley’s back into the canvas.
(FIREMAN’S CARRY RYDEEN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy_eqRqJL5o )
The Beantown Bombshell picks herself up--then picks up Beverly, sending her into the near corner with a powerful toss. Turning to the FAWNatics, Roxie cups her hands to her mouth before shouting, “AIN’T NO PARTY...”
“... LIKE A VIOLENCE PARTY!!!” the fans holler back.
McCrimmon nods. “CAUSE A VIOLENCE PARTY DON’T STOP!!!!”
Marching into the corner, Roxie slips Beverly’s arms over the top rope before imparting three final words of wisdom to her challenger...
“F*ck you, bytch.”
(VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4 )
Her peace said, McCrimmon goes to work, assaulting her foe with an alternating trio of chops to the chest and wicked forearms to the mush. From there, Roxie grabs two handful of hair and adds another three-spot of headbutts, before pivoting and depositing the bratty blonde on her ass with a snapmare. After delivering a blistering trio of stiff kicks to Valley’s back, the Irish American robobabe follows up with a pair of knees to Bev’s face. Hairhauling the increasingly demolished blonde to her feet, McCrimmon holds her doubled over before blasting Beverly’s face with a quartet of kicks, before tugging her upright... and administering a brutal lariat that sends the Natural Clone flipping through the air 360 degrees.
With Valley splattered and spasming, Roxie drops to her knees--planting one atop Bev’s bosom in the process. Raising her right hand, the Beantown Bombshell counts off the referee's slaps with her fingers...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your winners, via pinfall... and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!!!”
Out on the floor, a not-particularly-recovered Alyson Valley starts to take a step toward the ring... but Rachelle Leah holds her back, no doubt well aware that Aly is in no state to contend with the Beantown Bombshell--especially not as the Army of One Hot Chick returns to the ring, two tag belts in her arms.
Clayton passes one strap to her partner, while Roxie places a boot atop Beverly’s tummy. The Valley Girls had indeed been a dominant force in the tag team division, but at long last, they’d met an even more overwhelming team--one that few could now argue deserved their gold.