Post by SammieSinclair on Jan 10, 2015 9:17:34 GMT
With the preliminaries out of the way, it was now about that time--the time where gold is on the line with every match. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “the next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Tag Team championship!”
The crowd, already a lively bunch for Season’s Greetings, grow a little more raucous. With the tag belts currently one of two trophies in the possession of entities that they hoped to see win, the FAWNatics are eager to see who will stand in the champions’ way tonight.
“Introducing first, the challengers,” the announcer continues, once the cheers begin to die down. “From Houston, TX… She stands 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 135lbs…” His voice trails off when whatever is on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LaKeisha Bates...
If “appropriate respect” means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics do exactly as they’re told when Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” pumps over the loudspeakers.
“BOOTY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the ropes and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging, matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
“And her tag team partner...” the announcer resumes over the newly minted and all-too-appropriate anthem for this tandem. “She stands 5‘7“ inches tall and weighs in tonight at 138lbs. She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a future RULER of FAWN... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, Kendra LaRue. Together, this is the duo known as... BOOOOOOTTTYYYSSSHHHOOOCCCKKK!!!!!”
Kendra LaRue...
The FAWNatics erupt into jeers and whistles when the curtains are pushed open, and the other half of FAWN’s most ass-tastic tag team strides into view. LaRue MORE than ably fills out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word “Siren” is scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. Kendra and LaKeisha then raise their hands above their heads, slapping off a pair of high fives before turning and sashaying their way to the ring.
The former Queen of the Jungle and the former World and Tag Team champion eventually reach ringside, the Siren ascending the staircase first. Kendra then takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing the top strand up to afford the Nubian Queen entry. “Please,” LaRue grins. “Age before beauty.”
If anyone else had said that to Bates, they would likely have ended up getting a slap upside the head. But it’s almost immediately clear that these two know each other and trust each other well enough to deliver the occasional playful jab. Hardly surprising, really, when you consider the familial ties--both biological and figurative--that connect the Siren to LaKeisha’s former championship partner, Holly Hotbody. Sliding through the ropes, the Nubian Queen takes her own seat on the middle cable--and when Kendra starts to pull herself the rest of the way through, Bates sends a playful 'SWAP!’ to the Siren’s well-upholstered tush.
Though they hadn’t become fixtures of FAWN pay-per-views, Bates and LaRue had been busy building quite a reputation as a formidable pairing. Their appearances on weekly television and on the house show circuit had seen them dominate the occasional local union, provide valuable experience (read “hand their asses to”) developmental teams like the Sisters Surf and Starr, and even score victories over former tag champions like Jules and Nyssa Bloodwind. The Big Guns had certainly been worthy champions up to this point, but it is abundantly clear that their opposition tonight possesses the assets to end their reign.
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions... 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, the FAWN Arena speakers begin to pump out AC/DC for a second time--in this instance, “Big Gun”. 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.
“BIG GUN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cNcjw3iw
Becky Clayton...
Roxie McCrimmon
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 eight. What can be seen below the hem of the Larry Legend 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. Giving her partner a supportive slap on the shoulder, Roxie McCrimmon departs the ring, taking up station in the Big Guns corner.
After a pair of confabs in opposing corners, the Siren slips through the ropes and out to the apron... followed a moment later by the Beantown Bombshell. That leaves Becky Clayton and LaKeisha Bates, two women who were HARDLY strangers to one another, in the ring to start the contest. And when the bell sounds, the Army of One Hot Chick and the Nubian Queen move toward one another in a manner that suggests that familiarity--there’s not the slightest bit of trepidation from either party as they surge into a tie-up. Champion and challenger jostle in a stalemate for nearly a dozen seconds...
... but gradually, Becky begins to drive her foe back into the ropes. When Bates’ back meets the cables, the official calls for a break. And Clayton complies promptly, taking a step back with her hands raised. She is only able to retreat one step, however, before LaKeisha BLASTS the army brat’s cheek with a blistering bytch slap! In the back of her mind, Clayton understands that rushing to respond to this insult is likely a mistake, but she can’t help herself. She was not about to let Bates’ disrespect go unchallenged.
Becky surges in... and sure enough, the Nubian Queen dips and slips around behind her, quickly slapping on a tight waistlock. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get the first sound out, the Army of One Hot Chick powers out and reverses into a waistlock of her own. More to the point, Clayton’s powerful legs drive LaKeisha into the ropes--chest and belly first this time. Keeping her arms tight around the challenger’s midsection, Becky rocks back, displaying a bit of agility more common to the lightweights, but one that leaves the Nubian Queen’s most renowned feature delightfully pointed toward the rafters as Clayton sits atop her thighs, the O’Connor Roll leaving LaKeisha’s shoulders flat against the canvas...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bates kicks free.
And now it’s LaKeisha’s turn to charge in, full of righteous fury at being shown up. But this time, the Army of One Hot Chick is ready, scooping Bates off her feet, swinging her upside down, and then DRIVING her to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl powerslam.
As Clayton bounces back to her feet from the impact, Kendra bellows, “COME ON, ‘KEISHA! GET WITH IT!” The Nubian Queen rolls over and starts to rise, while Becky turns toward her corner, extending her hand. Roxie McCrimmon slaps it without a second’s hesitation, entering the match for the first time. She bursts through the ropes, and catches Bates with a running clothesline that puts her right back down in less than two seconds. The Beantown Bombshell then grabs a handful of hair, pulling LaKeisha up before wheeling away from her. With champion and challenger back-to-back, McCrimmon reaches over her shoulder, claiming the Nubian Queen’s jaw with both hands. The Irish-American blonde then drops to one knee, SLAMMING LaKeisha’s mug into her posted joint with a twisting facebreaker.
TWISTING FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1T0UW0wpkg
LaKeisha flops away from the impact, almost comically--but the Siren isn’t laughing when McCrimmon dives across Bates’ chest and hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LaKeisha kicks out.
The Beantown Bombshell doesn’t waste any time arguing--she knows full well how dangerous a foe LaKeisha is, and how much it will take to put her away. So, springing to her feet, McCrimmon calls in reinforcements by tagging the Army of One Hot Chick. Clayton comes through the ropes quickly, while Bates struggles to find her way back to her feet. Spinning to face the incoming champion, the Nubian Queen fires a looping right--but it’s a sloppy one, her senses no doubt still a little scrambled by Roxie’s knee. Becky ducks the blow easily, then rises--with Bates’ right arm still behind her head. Slinging her right arm across LaKeisha’s chest, Clayton’s left arm slips around her torso. The army brat then pops her hips, ripping the Nubian Queen off her feet and DRIVING the challenger’s head into the canvas with a standing uranage.
STANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sUQgAISWOA
Becky immediately goes for the cover, hooking both of LaKeisha’s luscious legs.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Bates gets a shoulder up.
The Army of One Hot Chick follows her partner’s example, quickly rising and slapping the Beantown Bombshell’s outstretched hand. McCrimmon enters the ring, marching to the fallen challenger as LaKeisha works her way up to a seated position. From behind the Nubian Queen, Roxie balls her fist and begins SLAMMING a series of crossface punches into Bates’ jaw.
CROSSFACE PUNCHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC7EacHOoJA
After a solid half dozen, McCrimmon hairhauls LaKeisha back up to wobbly stems before snatching a wrist. Setting her feet, the blonde hardbody begins to launch LaKeisha toward the ropes with an Irish whip... but the Nubian Queen demonstrates some of her toughness by reversing the whip and sending Roxie off for the ride. Startled by the sudden change of fortunes, the Beantown Bombshell still has enough awareness to start readying herself to deliver a spear as she turns her back into the ropes...
... only while Roxie’s focus is on the Bootyful warrior IN the ring, the one on the outside decides to interject herself. Kendra slips down the apron, and drives a knee into McCrimmon’s lower back, perilously close to the Irish-American’s kidney region. Roxie drops to one knee with an anguished howl, but she shakes off the blow quickly. The referee takes a step toward the Bootyshock corner, chiding the Siren for her actions... and the Nubian Queen takes advantage of the official’s distraction to rake her nails across the eyes of a rising Roxie.
The Beantown Bombshell cries out again, a louder and higher pitched shriek this time. And with the champion blinded, Bates grabs her by the shoulders, spinning McCrimmon so that her back is to the Nubian Queen. LaKeisha then slips her arms underneath Roxie’s guns, securing a full nelson. In the next instant, the challenger powers the blonde hardbody off her feet. Bates drops to her well-upholstered rump, Roxie’s hindquarters absorbing a far more harsh landing to LaKeisha’s sitout full nelson atomic drop.
SITOUT FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPgtDtMm62Y
“As tempting as the thought of punishing your no-talent cracker ass is,” Bates pants, pushing off the canvas. She doesn’t complete the thought, but the sentiment is clear. She had already been through quite a bit in this contest, and the Nubian Queen needed a few moments to recover. Turning toward the Bootyshock corner, Bates slaps Kendra’s hand, and as the Beantown Bombshell rolls over, pushing up ever so slightly on her knees and moving both hands to her aching bum, the Siren makes her debut in this championship tilt.
As previously noted, Becky Clayton and LaKeisha Bates are not exactly strangers. But to say the same about Roxie McCrimmon and Kendra LaRue would be a MASSIVE understatement. The two had been bitter rivals up in Bangor, and when Kendra became the first Queen of the Jungle, she had done so by beating the Beantown Bombshell--through decidedly questionable circumstances.
And now, their feud had come south.
Noting the small window of space between the mat and Roxie’s sculpted abs, LaRue sends a vicious kick to Roxie’s belly that sends the blonde tumbling over to her back. “Long time, no see,” Kendra grins, dropping to a seat alongside McCrimmon. Pulling the Irish-American up to a seat, the Siren scoots in behind her, Kendra’s legs snaking around the Beantown Bombshell’s waist. “You couldn’t keep me from my belt last time,” LaRue whispers into Roxie’s ears as she slaps on a full nelson. “It’s going to be even more satisfying TAKING your belt from you!”
The stunning brunette rocks back, lifting Roxie into the air--but only for a moment. She promptly reverses course, BLASTING the Beantown Bombshell’s bum into the mat with a keister bounce...
... followed by a second.
And a third.
And a fourth.
And a FIFTH!
Only then does the Siren show a smidgen of mercy, releasing Roxie’s arms and her scissors. McCrimmon rolls over and again scoots up onto her knees, this time raising her backside even higher toward the rafters as her hands try to caress away the sting. Tugging the wincing robobabe up with a handful of hair, Kendra dips underneath the blonde’s right arm. Lacing her right arm across the Beantown Bombshell’s chest, LaRue reaches around McCrimmon’s back with her left arm. She then casts a pointed glance over Roxie’s shoulder, at Becky... before popping her hips and collecting some payback for Clayton uranage of her partner, with one of her own!
STANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sUQgAISWOA
As Roxie’s shuddering body collects into a boneless heap, Kendra turns on her hip and drapes herself across McCrimmon’s chest, eschewing any hook of the leg as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell kicks out.
Maybe, if LaRue had hooked her leg, she wouldn’t have. But the Siren is hardly disappointed. This classless skank still had PLENTY of suffering left to endure. Tugging the Beantown Bombshell up by her hair, Kendra roughly shoves the sculpted blonde back into the Bootyshock corner. She then immediately wheels around on one heel, and advances toward the champions’ corner. “Don’t think the cavalry’s gonna get a chance to ride into the rescue tonight,” LaRue taunts. “The only riding going on tonight will be ‘Keisha and I, taking turns on Roxie’s face!”
But that would have to wait. First, LaKeisha laces the tag rope across McCrimmon’s throat--and as the ref moves between LaRue and Clayton, she draws the cord TIGHT! McCrimmon’s eyes immediately begin to bulge, her fingers straining to claw underneath the rope, but with little success. The official’s back is to the duplicity, but Becky has a birds-eye view, and she’s not about to wait for the ref to notice. The army brat bursts through the ropes... and is promptly cut off by the zebra.
Kendra beams, offering the fuming Clayton a cheery wave as she turns and saunters back to her corner. As Bates continues to choke out Roxie, LaRue adds a couple of kicks to the blonde’s belly before loudly clapping her hands. At that point, the Nubian Queen releases the tag rope, and a redfaced Roxie plops to a seat in the corner. LaKeisha and Kendra quickly trade places in the ring, the Siren on the apron and running a hand through her hair by the time the official has ushered the Army of One Hot Chick out of the ring. As Bates pulls a kneeling Roxie away from the corner by her hair, he looks on, momentarily puzzled--but then, he remembers the tag he had heard over Clayton’s protests, and doesn’t say another word.
The FAWNatics so plenty, equal parts booing him AND the Nubian Queen as Bates repeated SMASHES her hip into McCrimmon’s face, LaKeisha’s hands remaining in Roxie’s locks to keep her head in place. The challenger then tugs the Beantown Bombshell up. And while Bootyshock are clearly adept cheaters, Bates is not without technical prowess--which becomes apparent as she locks Roxie into an abdominal stretch.
A moaning McCrimmon closes her eyes and grits her teeth, but she shakes her head when the official asks if she is ready to surrender. Groans become wails when the Nubian Queen digs the point of her elbow into Roxie’s defenceless flank...
... and when LaKeisha pulls that elbow away, and reaches back to take Kendra’s covertly offered hand, those wails become agonized screams.
Becky Clayton slips a leg through the ropes... but she thinks better of charging in this time. “REF!” she calls out. “OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES AND LOOK BEHIND THAT CHEATING BYTCH!”
He does just that. Only, by the time he does, Kendra and LaKeisha have stopped their hand-holding. A moment later, and the Nubian Queen breaks the ab stretch as well. Roxie remains stooped, her normally powerful stems struggling to keep her upright... and failing to do so when Bates shoves the blonde robobabe back into the Bootyshock corner. LaKeisha takes but a moment to nudge Roxie’s legs open a little wider, and then she backs it up, planting “dat ass” firmly against McCrimmon’s features in a grinding Rump Sniffer.
The Beantown Bombshell’s legs kick wildly, her hands pushing at LaKeisha’s hips, but the Nubian Queen will not be move. Almost nonchalantly, Bates flicks her right elbow, holding her palm up to the rafters--and Kendra LaRue slaps it just as the referee’s count reaches “TWO!” The ebony goddess keeps her butt in place for a further two seconds as the Siren enters the ring... and as Bates steps off, Kendra turns and takes her place, treating the Beantown Bombshell to a second stinkface!
Even as LaRue’s backside goes to work, the damage done by her partner’s is evident. Roxie’s legs barely even spasm, while her hands don’t push at the Siren’s hips so much as slap at them. Just as the Nubian Queen had done, Kendra waits until just past the count of “FOUR!” before pulling away, a wide-eyed and greasy-faced McCrimmon offering a LOUD gasp as she does so, her right hand flying to her heaving bosom.
The Siren takes a handful of her rival’s hair, and no doubt takes a tremendous amount of pleasure in forcing the breathless Beantown Bombshell to crawl out of the Bootyshock corner, toward the center of the ring. Tugging the fading blonde back to verticality, Kendra scoops McCrimmon up against her chest--but she doesn’t keep her there long, before tossing Roxie away, driving her to the mat as she administers a vicious swinging side slam.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygBPa6gNntI
Turning away from the splattered Beantown Bombshell, Kendra fixes Becky with a haughty glare, then waves her hand dismissively toward the ramp. “No point in you sticking around here,” LaRue purrs. “Might as well get an early start on... ‘boosting morale’ back at the barracks.”
Smoke nearly billows from Becky’s ears, the Army of One Hot Chick not merely slipping a shapely gam through the ropes, but pulling her torso through as well before her better judgment--and the admonishment of the referee--keeps her in the Big Guns corner.
Meanwhile, the Siren hairhauls Roxie back to rubbery stems before dipping and slipping an arm through McCrimmon’s thighs. Muscling the blonde hardbody up into the fireman’s carry takes distressingly little effort, at least as far as the FAWNatics are concerned... but before Kendra can deliver her Samoan driver, Roxie starts pounding elbow after elbow into the side of Kendra’s skull. It takes a four-spot before the Beantown Bombshell can slither out the backdoor, LaRue staggering away a half step before angrily wheeling around her adversary...
Only Roxie is ready, driving a kneelift into Kendra’s gut that doubles the Siren over! Not missing a beat, McCrimmon quickly stuffs LaRue’s head between her thighs, clamping down on a standing headscissors. And, once she’s underhooked Kendra’s arms, the Beantown Bombshell lets out a massive roar as she powers Kendra into the air... and then DROPS her right on her head and shoulders with a powerbomb!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOrbdHqOkyY
Now, it wouldn’t take much for Roxie to wrap her arms around Kendra’s waist and hold her down for a pin. But that would apparently require more than the Beantown Bombshell has left, McCrimmon immediately spilling to her back after executing the massive blow. With the blonde hardbody’s arms sprawled absently over her head, the Siren manages to shirk on her guns out from underneath Roxie’s gams, thus ensuring that their would be no count.
In the Big Gun’s corner, the Army of One Hot Chick quickly transitions into possibly the world’s buffest cheerleader. Clayton claps her hands overhead and stomps one boot, the FAWNatics responding with a perfectly timed chant of “ROX-IE! ROX-IE!” And those chants grow louder when McCrimmon seems to respond, pulling herself away from Kendra and rolling over to her stomach.
But again, it’s an act that seems to exhaust Roxie’s reserves. And by the time the Irish-American stunner can begin to crawl toward her corner, the Siren has similarly rolled over and begun to slither her way to safety. LaRue slaps LaKeisha’s hand first, with McCrimmon still feet from her partner. And the Nubian Queen takes no chances when she bursts through the ropes. Instead of targeting Roxie, Bates charges past her and toward the Big Gun corner. With Becky focused on reaching her partner, she’s late to react when the charging LaKeisha arrives first, and a forearm shot from the Nubian Queen sends Clayton crashing to the floor.
With one Big Gun taken care of, Bates turns her attention back to the other, yanking McCrimmon to her feet with a handful of hair. Stuffing the Beantown Bombshell’s head under her left arm, LaKeisha grabs a handful of waistband and hoists the tag champ heavenward... only to reverse course, SLAMMING McCrimmon face and chest first to the canvas with a front layout suplex.
FRONT LAYOUT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KXs6KRP0DQ
Remarkably, Roxie starts pushing her way up to all fours only moments after hitting the mat. But those efforts lack coordination, and she almost certainly would not have regained her footing without the help of the Nubian Queen--LaKeisha pulling her up and holding her stooped. Bates promptly turns away from the Beantown Bombshell, and scoots “dat ass” back, her glutes resting against the back of McCrimmon’s noggin. The challenger then reaches back, gathering up and underhooking Roxie’s wings before rising up onto her tippy toes. In the very next breath, Bates drops to her knees, forcing McCrimmon to Kiss the Canvas, Bytch!
The KTCB! leaves Roxie McCrimmon a convulsing wreck, LaKeisha bouncing her backside against the back of the blonde’s skull a couple of extra times for emphasis. The Beantown Bombshell’s spasms are just beginning to face as the Nubian Queen dismounts, LaKeisha sending Roxie flopping to her back with a small shove. Bates then reclines against Roxie’s midsection, foregoing any hook of the leg as the referee counts...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s not LaKeisha’s arrogance that prevents her from becoming a two-time tag champ: Roxie hardly even twitches. But a diving Becky Clayton manages to crown the Nubian Queen with a diving double axehandle which sends the ebony beauty rolling away from McCrimmon with milliseconds to spare. While the official shoos the Army of One Hot Chick back to her corner, Bates climbs to her feet. While one hand rubs the back of her head, she plunges the other into Roxie’s sweat-soaked mane. The Beantown Bombshell follows her challenger on her hands and knees, Bates reaching her hand out for Kendra to tag once they reach the Bootyshock corner.
Only once the tag is made, LaKeisha and Kendra don’t trade off. Instead, the Nubian Queen pulls Roxie up to her feet, while the Siren climbs her way to the top turnbuckle. Bates deposits Roxie flat on her ass with a hairmare, the sculpted blonde facing the Bootyshock corner... and LaRue takes flight, her plentiful posterior CRASHING into the Beantown Bombshell’s bosom, Roxie buried underneath an Assalanche.
ASSALANCHE @1:08:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
Kendra doesn’t bother with a cover. Instead, she yanks McCrimmon up by the hair, then dips and pushes her head between the Beantown Bombshell’s thighs. Rising to her feel height, Roxie is left hanging against her back. And that’s when LaRue begins to charge across the ring. After three strides, though, the challenger shoves McCrimmon’s legs off her shoulders, the blonde robobabe falling to her back. An instant later, Kendra hops into the air, sitting out so that her fearsome hindquarters once again CRASHES atop Roxie’s breasts, her Siren Bomb brutally expunging the air from the Beantown Bombshell’s lungs.
SIREN BOMB @1:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
The former Queen of the Jungle remains seated atop her onetime Jungle prey’s bounty, the brunette reaching back to gather up both of McCrimmon’s stems.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the second time tonight, Bootyshock might have become FAWN Tag Team champions, if not for the intervention of Becky Clayton. This time, the army brat manages to catch Kendra in the side of the head with a diving forearm.
As the official again leads Becky back to her corner, LaKeisha claps her hands, and again the members of Bootyshock switch places without a tag. Kendra gives her partner a supportive pat on the rump as the Nubian Queen sashays over to the demolished (soon to be ex?) tag champ, Bates peeling the remains of McCrimmon off the deck before lacing her left arm around her neck. Taking another handhold of Roxie’s waistband, the ebony goddess pops her hips and swings the Irish-American stunner toward the skies. She then whirls as she lays out, spiking McCrimmon’s skull with a spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8xJWlUqAwI
The impact sends a glassy-eyed Roxie flying up to a seated position, legs splayed wide, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Smiling in satisfaction at the champ’s dead gaze, LaKeisha moves to her corner and tags in Kendra. LaRue enters... but Bates does not depart. No, not with the moment of their coronation so near. Appraising the Beantown Bombshell’s positioning, the Siren and the Nubian Queen each turn and sprint into the ropes--Kendra into the ones off Roxie’s right ear, LaKeisha to the ones off McCrimmon’s left. Even without being PPV staples, most FAWNatics know what’s coming, Bootyshock’s Weapons of Ass Destruction having managed to become one of the most feared tandem finishers in the company. As they approach the senseless Beantown Bombshell, Kendra and LaKeisha spring into the air, twisting their hips and turning their backsides toward Roxie, looking to make her skull the meat in a massive gluteal sandwich.
Instead, maybe a heartbeat before impact, Roxie tumbles backward, leaving nothing to prevent the meeting of Bootyshock backsides!
Kendra and LaKeisha bounce away from their finisher gone awry, each woman rising to tip toes as she hobbles around the ring, all four of their hands moving to four sets of cheeks. Meanwhile, as spent as Roxie McCrimmon might be, on some level her mind understands the truth--that this would be her LAST chance to escape. Fueled by desperation, the blonde hardbody rolls over, Becky beckoning her toward the Big Gun corner with an urgent stomp of one boot and an even more frantic wave of her hand.
Behind the Beantown Bombshell, Bates and LaRue have finally recovered enough to observe Roxie’s attempts to make a tag. And with neither one of them wanting any part of an extremely fresh Becky Clayton, Kendra and LaKeisha each have the same idea. Both women dive toward McCrimmon, the Nubian Queen reaching for her right ankle and the Siren for her left...
... but both come up empty, thanks to one last lunge that allows Roxie to slap Clayton’s hand!
The house goes absolutely apesh!t as the Army of One Hot Chick bursts through the ropes, catching a rising Nubian Queen with a flying shoulderblock that puts LaKeisha right back on the mat. Clayton carries on along her way when her feet touch back down, racing into the ropes as the Siren tries to pick herself up. Reaching her feet, Kendra turns... JUST in time for Becky’s shoulder to plow through her midriff with a spear!
Bates is only back to one knee by the time Becky rising, so she gives the Nubian Queen an assist the rest of the way. Helping her out further still, Clayton slips an arm between LaKeisha’s legs, muscling the former World and Tag champ up into a fireman’s carry. Then, after crossing Bates’ ankles, the Army of One Hot Chick swings the Nubian Queen off her shoulders, sitting out and DRIVING Bates’ head and shoulders into the mat via her Army of One.
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A
Clayton sends LaKeisha spilling into an ungainly heap with a two-handed push against her rump. Powering to her feet, the army brat zeroes in on Kendra, the Siren still down and hugging her belly. Marching over, Becky pulls her up with a handful of hair, before stuffing a hand into LaRue’s crotch. When Clayton’s other hand moves to her bosom, the Siren begins to shake her head... but her pleas go unanswered, the Army of One Hot Chick showing off her strength by lifting LaRue over her head in a military press! A gleeful FAWN Arena counts Becky off as she gets in three reps, before she drops the Siren across her shoulder. From there, the army brat finishes obliterating LaRue with the Black Ops, driving her to the mat with a powerslam.
Climbing back to her feet, Becky catches sight of a blur out of the corner of her eye. She pivots just in time to see a charging Nubian Queen... AND to impale the ebony beauty with a kneelift to the midsection. With Bates doubles over, Clayton nuzzles in alongside, reaching through LaKeisha’s thighs to grab her left wrist. Collecting the other arm, the army brat hoists her challenger airborne. Swinging her upside down, Becky sits out, nailing the Nubian Queen with a pumphandle bomb.
PUMPHANDLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4piV2Ni5g0Y
Becky slips her arms over Bates’ biceps, keeping her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
The Nubian Queen JUST manages to buck loose.
The Army of One Hot Chick rises, returns to the legal woman, and then scoops Kendra up against her chest. It takes only a slight shuffle to position LaRue across her shoulder, and from their Becky’s hands move to the the Siren’s underarms. Again, Clayton’s strength is displayed when she lifts her foe over her head, holding her just about crucifix style. Pushing Kendra a little further aloft, Becky kicks out her legs, reaching to grab the Siren’s noggin as she lays out, bringing LaRue’ jaw crashing down atop her shoulder with the SNAFU!
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
Kendra flops over to her back, landing in a most undignified starfish. Becky Clayton immediately turns and applies the cover, lifting LaRue’s rear to the lights as she hooks both legs.
ONE...
A few feet away, and while stilly groggy, the Nubian Queen has recovered enough to see her partner’s predicament. Realizing their chance to become champions is slipping away, she stumbles toward the Army of One Hot Chick...
TWO...
... and LaKeisha isn’t the only one who has recovered. Before she can reach Kendra and Clayton, Roxie McCrimmon’s shoulder DRIVES into her midriff, the Beantown Bombshell catching Bates with a spear that nearly knocks her out of her boots.
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the bell sounds, the announcer proclaims, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pinfall, and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!!!”
Becky rocks back onto her haunches as the official lifts her hand in triumph. Meanwhile, a sweat-soaked Beantown Bombshell stumbles over to the ropes, and readily accepts both title belts from a staffer. Climbing to her feet, the Army of One Hot Chick saunters over to her partner, providing the blonde hardbody a much needed shoulder to lean on as McCrimmon passes Clayton’s strap over to her.
The crowd, already a lively bunch for Season’s Greetings, grow a little more raucous. With the tag belts currently one of two trophies in the possession of entities that they hoped to see win, the FAWNatics are eager to see who will stand in the champions’ way tonight.
“Introducing first, the challengers,” the announcer continues, once the cheers begin to die down. “From Houston, TX… She stands 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 135lbs…” His voice trails off when whatever is on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LaKeisha Bates...
If “appropriate respect” means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics do exactly as they’re told when Jennifer Lopez’s “Booty” pumps over the loudspeakers.
“BOOTY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the ropes and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging, matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
“And her tag team partner...” the announcer resumes over the newly minted and all-too-appropriate anthem for this tandem. “She stands 5‘7“ inches tall and weighs in tonight at 138lbs. She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a future RULER of FAWN... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, Kendra LaRue. Together, this is the duo known as... BOOOOOOTTTYYYSSSHHHOOOCCCKKK!!!!!”
Kendra LaRue...
The FAWNatics erupt into jeers and whistles when the curtains are pushed open, and the other half of FAWN’s most ass-tastic tag team strides into view. LaRue MORE than ably fills out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word “Siren” is scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. Kendra and LaKeisha then raise their hands above their heads, slapping off a pair of high fives before turning and sashaying their way to the ring.
The former Queen of the Jungle and the former World and Tag Team champion eventually reach ringside, the Siren ascending the staircase first. Kendra then takes a seat on the middle rope, pushing the top strand up to afford the Nubian Queen entry. “Please,” LaRue grins. “Age before beauty.”
If anyone else had said that to Bates, they would likely have ended up getting a slap upside the head. But it’s almost immediately clear that these two know each other and trust each other well enough to deliver the occasional playful jab. Hardly surprising, really, when you consider the familial ties--both biological and figurative--that connect the Siren to LaKeisha’s former championship partner, Holly Hotbody. Sliding through the ropes, the Nubian Queen takes her own seat on the middle cable--and when Kendra starts to pull herself the rest of the way through, Bates sends a playful 'SWAP!’ to the Siren’s well-upholstered tush.
Though they hadn’t become fixtures of FAWN pay-per-views, Bates and LaRue had been busy building quite a reputation as a formidable pairing. Their appearances on weekly television and on the house show circuit had seen them dominate the occasional local union, provide valuable experience (read “hand their asses to”) developmental teams like the Sisters Surf and Starr, and even score victories over former tag champions like Jules and Nyssa Bloodwind. The Big Guns had certainly been worthy champions up to this point, but it is abundantly clear that their opposition tonight possesses the assets to end their reign.
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions... 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, the FAWN Arena speakers begin to pump out AC/DC for a second time--in this instance, “Big Gun”. 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.
“BIG GUN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cNcjw3iw
Becky Clayton...
Roxie McCrimmon
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 eight. What can be seen below the hem of the Larry Legend 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. Giving her partner a supportive slap on the shoulder, Roxie McCrimmon departs the ring, taking up station in the Big Guns corner.
After a pair of confabs in opposing corners, the Siren slips through the ropes and out to the apron... followed a moment later by the Beantown Bombshell. That leaves Becky Clayton and LaKeisha Bates, two women who were HARDLY strangers to one another, in the ring to start the contest. And when the bell sounds, the Army of One Hot Chick and the Nubian Queen move toward one another in a manner that suggests that familiarity--there’s not the slightest bit of trepidation from either party as they surge into a tie-up. Champion and challenger jostle in a stalemate for nearly a dozen seconds...
... but gradually, Becky begins to drive her foe back into the ropes. When Bates’ back meets the cables, the official calls for a break. And Clayton complies promptly, taking a step back with her hands raised. She is only able to retreat one step, however, before LaKeisha BLASTS the army brat’s cheek with a blistering bytch slap! In the back of her mind, Clayton understands that rushing to respond to this insult is likely a mistake, but she can’t help herself. She was not about to let Bates’ disrespect go unchallenged.
Becky surges in... and sure enough, the Nubian Queen dips and slips around behind her, quickly slapping on a tight waistlock. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get the first sound out, the Army of One Hot Chick powers out and reverses into a waistlock of her own. More to the point, Clayton’s powerful legs drive LaKeisha into the ropes--chest and belly first this time. Keeping her arms tight around the challenger’s midsection, Becky rocks back, displaying a bit of agility more common to the lightweights, but one that leaves the Nubian Queen’s most renowned feature delightfully pointed toward the rafters as Clayton sits atop her thighs, the O’Connor Roll leaving LaKeisha’s shoulders flat against the canvas...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bates kicks free.
And now it’s LaKeisha’s turn to charge in, full of righteous fury at being shown up. But this time, the Army of One Hot Chick is ready, scooping Bates off her feet, swinging her upside down, and then DRIVING her to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl powerslam.
As Clayton bounces back to her feet from the impact, Kendra bellows, “COME ON, ‘KEISHA! GET WITH IT!” The Nubian Queen rolls over and starts to rise, while Becky turns toward her corner, extending her hand. Roxie McCrimmon slaps it without a second’s hesitation, entering the match for the first time. She bursts through the ropes, and catches Bates with a running clothesline that puts her right back down in less than two seconds. The Beantown Bombshell then grabs a handful of hair, pulling LaKeisha up before wheeling away from her. With champion and challenger back-to-back, McCrimmon reaches over her shoulder, claiming the Nubian Queen’s jaw with both hands. The Irish-American blonde then drops to one knee, SLAMMING LaKeisha’s mug into her posted joint with a twisting facebreaker.
TWISTING FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1T0UW0wpkg
LaKeisha flops away from the impact, almost comically--but the Siren isn’t laughing when McCrimmon dives across Bates’ chest and hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LaKeisha kicks out.
The Beantown Bombshell doesn’t waste any time arguing--she knows full well how dangerous a foe LaKeisha is, and how much it will take to put her away. So, springing to her feet, McCrimmon calls in reinforcements by tagging the Army of One Hot Chick. Clayton comes through the ropes quickly, while Bates struggles to find her way back to her feet. Spinning to face the incoming champion, the Nubian Queen fires a looping right--but it’s a sloppy one, her senses no doubt still a little scrambled by Roxie’s knee. Becky ducks the blow easily, then rises--with Bates’ right arm still behind her head. Slinging her right arm across LaKeisha’s chest, Clayton’s left arm slips around her torso. The army brat then pops her hips, ripping the Nubian Queen off her feet and DRIVING the challenger’s head into the canvas with a standing uranage.
STANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sUQgAISWOA
Becky immediately goes for the cover, hooking both of LaKeisha’s luscious legs.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Bates gets a shoulder up.
The Army of One Hot Chick follows her partner’s example, quickly rising and slapping the Beantown Bombshell’s outstretched hand. McCrimmon enters the ring, marching to the fallen challenger as LaKeisha works her way up to a seated position. From behind the Nubian Queen, Roxie balls her fist and begins SLAMMING a series of crossface punches into Bates’ jaw.
CROSSFACE PUNCHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC7EacHOoJA
After a solid half dozen, McCrimmon hairhauls LaKeisha back up to wobbly stems before snatching a wrist. Setting her feet, the blonde hardbody begins to launch LaKeisha toward the ropes with an Irish whip... but the Nubian Queen demonstrates some of her toughness by reversing the whip and sending Roxie off for the ride. Startled by the sudden change of fortunes, the Beantown Bombshell still has enough awareness to start readying herself to deliver a spear as she turns her back into the ropes...
... only while Roxie’s focus is on the Bootyful warrior IN the ring, the one on the outside decides to interject herself. Kendra slips down the apron, and drives a knee into McCrimmon’s lower back, perilously close to the Irish-American’s kidney region. Roxie drops to one knee with an anguished howl, but she shakes off the blow quickly. The referee takes a step toward the Bootyshock corner, chiding the Siren for her actions... and the Nubian Queen takes advantage of the official’s distraction to rake her nails across the eyes of a rising Roxie.
The Beantown Bombshell cries out again, a louder and higher pitched shriek this time. And with the champion blinded, Bates grabs her by the shoulders, spinning McCrimmon so that her back is to the Nubian Queen. LaKeisha then slips her arms underneath Roxie’s guns, securing a full nelson. In the next instant, the challenger powers the blonde hardbody off her feet. Bates drops to her well-upholstered rump, Roxie’s hindquarters absorbing a far more harsh landing to LaKeisha’s sitout full nelson atomic drop.
SITOUT FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPgtDtMm62Y
“As tempting as the thought of punishing your no-talent cracker ass is,” Bates pants, pushing off the canvas. She doesn’t complete the thought, but the sentiment is clear. She had already been through quite a bit in this contest, and the Nubian Queen needed a few moments to recover. Turning toward the Bootyshock corner, Bates slaps Kendra’s hand, and as the Beantown Bombshell rolls over, pushing up ever so slightly on her knees and moving both hands to her aching bum, the Siren makes her debut in this championship tilt.
As previously noted, Becky Clayton and LaKeisha Bates are not exactly strangers. But to say the same about Roxie McCrimmon and Kendra LaRue would be a MASSIVE understatement. The two had been bitter rivals up in Bangor, and when Kendra became the first Queen of the Jungle, she had done so by beating the Beantown Bombshell--through decidedly questionable circumstances.
And now, their feud had come south.
Noting the small window of space between the mat and Roxie’s sculpted abs, LaRue sends a vicious kick to Roxie’s belly that sends the blonde tumbling over to her back. “Long time, no see,” Kendra grins, dropping to a seat alongside McCrimmon. Pulling the Irish-American up to a seat, the Siren scoots in behind her, Kendra’s legs snaking around the Beantown Bombshell’s waist. “You couldn’t keep me from my belt last time,” LaRue whispers into Roxie’s ears as she slaps on a full nelson. “It’s going to be even more satisfying TAKING your belt from you!”
The stunning brunette rocks back, lifting Roxie into the air--but only for a moment. She promptly reverses course, BLASTING the Beantown Bombshell’s bum into the mat with a keister bounce...
... followed by a second.
And a third.
And a fourth.
And a FIFTH!
Only then does the Siren show a smidgen of mercy, releasing Roxie’s arms and her scissors. McCrimmon rolls over and again scoots up onto her knees, this time raising her backside even higher toward the rafters as her hands try to caress away the sting. Tugging the wincing robobabe up with a handful of hair, Kendra dips underneath the blonde’s right arm. Lacing her right arm across the Beantown Bombshell’s chest, LaRue reaches around McCrimmon’s back with her left arm. She then casts a pointed glance over Roxie’s shoulder, at Becky... before popping her hips and collecting some payback for Clayton uranage of her partner, with one of her own!
STANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sUQgAISWOA
As Roxie’s shuddering body collects into a boneless heap, Kendra turns on her hip and drapes herself across McCrimmon’s chest, eschewing any hook of the leg as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell kicks out.
Maybe, if LaRue had hooked her leg, she wouldn’t have. But the Siren is hardly disappointed. This classless skank still had PLENTY of suffering left to endure. Tugging the Beantown Bombshell up by her hair, Kendra roughly shoves the sculpted blonde back into the Bootyshock corner. She then immediately wheels around on one heel, and advances toward the champions’ corner. “Don’t think the cavalry’s gonna get a chance to ride into the rescue tonight,” LaRue taunts. “The only riding going on tonight will be ‘Keisha and I, taking turns on Roxie’s face!”
But that would have to wait. First, LaKeisha laces the tag rope across McCrimmon’s throat--and as the ref moves between LaRue and Clayton, she draws the cord TIGHT! McCrimmon’s eyes immediately begin to bulge, her fingers straining to claw underneath the rope, but with little success. The official’s back is to the duplicity, but Becky has a birds-eye view, and she’s not about to wait for the ref to notice. The army brat bursts through the ropes... and is promptly cut off by the zebra.
Kendra beams, offering the fuming Clayton a cheery wave as she turns and saunters back to her corner. As Bates continues to choke out Roxie, LaRue adds a couple of kicks to the blonde’s belly before loudly clapping her hands. At that point, the Nubian Queen releases the tag rope, and a redfaced Roxie plops to a seat in the corner. LaKeisha and Kendra quickly trade places in the ring, the Siren on the apron and running a hand through her hair by the time the official has ushered the Army of One Hot Chick out of the ring. As Bates pulls a kneeling Roxie away from the corner by her hair, he looks on, momentarily puzzled--but then, he remembers the tag he had heard over Clayton’s protests, and doesn’t say another word.
The FAWNatics so plenty, equal parts booing him AND the Nubian Queen as Bates repeated SMASHES her hip into McCrimmon’s face, LaKeisha’s hands remaining in Roxie’s locks to keep her head in place. The challenger then tugs the Beantown Bombshell up. And while Bootyshock are clearly adept cheaters, Bates is not without technical prowess--which becomes apparent as she locks Roxie into an abdominal stretch.
A moaning McCrimmon closes her eyes and grits her teeth, but she shakes her head when the official asks if she is ready to surrender. Groans become wails when the Nubian Queen digs the point of her elbow into Roxie’s defenceless flank...
... and when LaKeisha pulls that elbow away, and reaches back to take Kendra’s covertly offered hand, those wails become agonized screams.
Becky Clayton slips a leg through the ropes... but she thinks better of charging in this time. “REF!” she calls out. “OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES AND LOOK BEHIND THAT CHEATING BYTCH!”
He does just that. Only, by the time he does, Kendra and LaKeisha have stopped their hand-holding. A moment later, and the Nubian Queen breaks the ab stretch as well. Roxie remains stooped, her normally powerful stems struggling to keep her upright... and failing to do so when Bates shoves the blonde robobabe back into the Bootyshock corner. LaKeisha takes but a moment to nudge Roxie’s legs open a little wider, and then she backs it up, planting “dat ass” firmly against McCrimmon’s features in a grinding Rump Sniffer.
The Beantown Bombshell’s legs kick wildly, her hands pushing at LaKeisha’s hips, but the Nubian Queen will not be move. Almost nonchalantly, Bates flicks her right elbow, holding her palm up to the rafters--and Kendra LaRue slaps it just as the referee’s count reaches “TWO!” The ebony goddess keeps her butt in place for a further two seconds as the Siren enters the ring... and as Bates steps off, Kendra turns and takes her place, treating the Beantown Bombshell to a second stinkface!
Even as LaRue’s backside goes to work, the damage done by her partner’s is evident. Roxie’s legs barely even spasm, while her hands don’t push at the Siren’s hips so much as slap at them. Just as the Nubian Queen had done, Kendra waits until just past the count of “FOUR!” before pulling away, a wide-eyed and greasy-faced McCrimmon offering a LOUD gasp as she does so, her right hand flying to her heaving bosom.
The Siren takes a handful of her rival’s hair, and no doubt takes a tremendous amount of pleasure in forcing the breathless Beantown Bombshell to crawl out of the Bootyshock corner, toward the center of the ring. Tugging the fading blonde back to verticality, Kendra scoops McCrimmon up against her chest--but she doesn’t keep her there long, before tossing Roxie away, driving her to the mat as she administers a vicious swinging side slam.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygBPa6gNntI
Turning away from the splattered Beantown Bombshell, Kendra fixes Becky with a haughty glare, then waves her hand dismissively toward the ramp. “No point in you sticking around here,” LaRue purrs. “Might as well get an early start on... ‘boosting morale’ back at the barracks.”
Smoke nearly billows from Becky’s ears, the Army of One Hot Chick not merely slipping a shapely gam through the ropes, but pulling her torso through as well before her better judgment--and the admonishment of the referee--keeps her in the Big Guns corner.
Meanwhile, the Siren hairhauls Roxie back to rubbery stems before dipping and slipping an arm through McCrimmon’s thighs. Muscling the blonde hardbody up into the fireman’s carry takes distressingly little effort, at least as far as the FAWNatics are concerned... but before Kendra can deliver her Samoan driver, Roxie starts pounding elbow after elbow into the side of Kendra’s skull. It takes a four-spot before the Beantown Bombshell can slither out the backdoor, LaRue staggering away a half step before angrily wheeling around her adversary...
Only Roxie is ready, driving a kneelift into Kendra’s gut that doubles the Siren over! Not missing a beat, McCrimmon quickly stuffs LaRue’s head between her thighs, clamping down on a standing headscissors. And, once she’s underhooked Kendra’s arms, the Beantown Bombshell lets out a massive roar as she powers Kendra into the air... and then DROPS her right on her head and shoulders with a powerbomb!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOrbdHqOkyY
Now, it wouldn’t take much for Roxie to wrap her arms around Kendra’s waist and hold her down for a pin. But that would apparently require more than the Beantown Bombshell has left, McCrimmon immediately spilling to her back after executing the massive blow. With the blonde hardbody’s arms sprawled absently over her head, the Siren manages to shirk on her guns out from underneath Roxie’s gams, thus ensuring that their would be no count.
In the Big Gun’s corner, the Army of One Hot Chick quickly transitions into possibly the world’s buffest cheerleader. Clayton claps her hands overhead and stomps one boot, the FAWNatics responding with a perfectly timed chant of “ROX-IE! ROX-IE!” And those chants grow louder when McCrimmon seems to respond, pulling herself away from Kendra and rolling over to her stomach.
But again, it’s an act that seems to exhaust Roxie’s reserves. And by the time the Irish-American stunner can begin to crawl toward her corner, the Siren has similarly rolled over and begun to slither her way to safety. LaRue slaps LaKeisha’s hand first, with McCrimmon still feet from her partner. And the Nubian Queen takes no chances when she bursts through the ropes. Instead of targeting Roxie, Bates charges past her and toward the Big Gun corner. With Becky focused on reaching her partner, she’s late to react when the charging LaKeisha arrives first, and a forearm shot from the Nubian Queen sends Clayton crashing to the floor.
With one Big Gun taken care of, Bates turns her attention back to the other, yanking McCrimmon to her feet with a handful of hair. Stuffing the Beantown Bombshell’s head under her left arm, LaKeisha grabs a handful of waistband and hoists the tag champ heavenward... only to reverse course, SLAMMING McCrimmon face and chest first to the canvas with a front layout suplex.
FRONT LAYOUT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KXs6KRP0DQ
Remarkably, Roxie starts pushing her way up to all fours only moments after hitting the mat. But those efforts lack coordination, and she almost certainly would not have regained her footing without the help of the Nubian Queen--LaKeisha pulling her up and holding her stooped. Bates promptly turns away from the Beantown Bombshell, and scoots “dat ass” back, her glutes resting against the back of McCrimmon’s noggin. The challenger then reaches back, gathering up and underhooking Roxie’s wings before rising up onto her tippy toes. In the very next breath, Bates drops to her knees, forcing McCrimmon to Kiss the Canvas, Bytch!
The KTCB! leaves Roxie McCrimmon a convulsing wreck, LaKeisha bouncing her backside against the back of the blonde’s skull a couple of extra times for emphasis. The Beantown Bombshell’s spasms are just beginning to face as the Nubian Queen dismounts, LaKeisha sending Roxie flopping to her back with a small shove. Bates then reclines against Roxie’s midsection, foregoing any hook of the leg as the referee counts...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s not LaKeisha’s arrogance that prevents her from becoming a two-time tag champ: Roxie hardly even twitches. But a diving Becky Clayton manages to crown the Nubian Queen with a diving double axehandle which sends the ebony beauty rolling away from McCrimmon with milliseconds to spare. While the official shoos the Army of One Hot Chick back to her corner, Bates climbs to her feet. While one hand rubs the back of her head, she plunges the other into Roxie’s sweat-soaked mane. The Beantown Bombshell follows her challenger on her hands and knees, Bates reaching her hand out for Kendra to tag once they reach the Bootyshock corner.
Only once the tag is made, LaKeisha and Kendra don’t trade off. Instead, the Nubian Queen pulls Roxie up to her feet, while the Siren climbs her way to the top turnbuckle. Bates deposits Roxie flat on her ass with a hairmare, the sculpted blonde facing the Bootyshock corner... and LaRue takes flight, her plentiful posterior CRASHING into the Beantown Bombshell’s bosom, Roxie buried underneath an Assalanche.
ASSALANCHE @1:08:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
Kendra doesn’t bother with a cover. Instead, she yanks McCrimmon up by the hair, then dips and pushes her head between the Beantown Bombshell’s thighs. Rising to her feel height, Roxie is left hanging against her back. And that’s when LaRue begins to charge across the ring. After three strides, though, the challenger shoves McCrimmon’s legs off her shoulders, the blonde robobabe falling to her back. An instant later, Kendra hops into the air, sitting out so that her fearsome hindquarters once again CRASHES atop Roxie’s breasts, her Siren Bomb brutally expunging the air from the Beantown Bombshell’s lungs.
SIREN BOMB @1:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
The former Queen of the Jungle remains seated atop her onetime Jungle prey’s bounty, the brunette reaching back to gather up both of McCrimmon’s stems.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the second time tonight, Bootyshock might have become FAWN Tag Team champions, if not for the intervention of Becky Clayton. This time, the army brat manages to catch Kendra in the side of the head with a diving forearm.
As the official again leads Becky back to her corner, LaKeisha claps her hands, and again the members of Bootyshock switch places without a tag. Kendra gives her partner a supportive pat on the rump as the Nubian Queen sashays over to the demolished (soon to be ex?) tag champ, Bates peeling the remains of McCrimmon off the deck before lacing her left arm around her neck. Taking another handhold of Roxie’s waistband, the ebony goddess pops her hips and swings the Irish-American stunner toward the skies. She then whirls as she lays out, spiking McCrimmon’s skull with a spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8xJWlUqAwI
The impact sends a glassy-eyed Roxie flying up to a seated position, legs splayed wide, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Smiling in satisfaction at the champ’s dead gaze, LaKeisha moves to her corner and tags in Kendra. LaRue enters... but Bates does not depart. No, not with the moment of their coronation so near. Appraising the Beantown Bombshell’s positioning, the Siren and the Nubian Queen each turn and sprint into the ropes--Kendra into the ones off Roxie’s right ear, LaKeisha to the ones off McCrimmon’s left. Even without being PPV staples, most FAWNatics know what’s coming, Bootyshock’s Weapons of Ass Destruction having managed to become one of the most feared tandem finishers in the company. As they approach the senseless Beantown Bombshell, Kendra and LaKeisha spring into the air, twisting their hips and turning their backsides toward Roxie, looking to make her skull the meat in a massive gluteal sandwich.
Instead, maybe a heartbeat before impact, Roxie tumbles backward, leaving nothing to prevent the meeting of Bootyshock backsides!
Kendra and LaKeisha bounce away from their finisher gone awry, each woman rising to tip toes as she hobbles around the ring, all four of their hands moving to four sets of cheeks. Meanwhile, as spent as Roxie McCrimmon might be, on some level her mind understands the truth--that this would be her LAST chance to escape. Fueled by desperation, the blonde hardbody rolls over, Becky beckoning her toward the Big Gun corner with an urgent stomp of one boot and an even more frantic wave of her hand.
Behind the Beantown Bombshell, Bates and LaRue have finally recovered enough to observe Roxie’s attempts to make a tag. And with neither one of them wanting any part of an extremely fresh Becky Clayton, Kendra and LaKeisha each have the same idea. Both women dive toward McCrimmon, the Nubian Queen reaching for her right ankle and the Siren for her left...
... but both come up empty, thanks to one last lunge that allows Roxie to slap Clayton’s hand!
The house goes absolutely apesh!t as the Army of One Hot Chick bursts through the ropes, catching a rising Nubian Queen with a flying shoulderblock that puts LaKeisha right back on the mat. Clayton carries on along her way when her feet touch back down, racing into the ropes as the Siren tries to pick herself up. Reaching her feet, Kendra turns... JUST in time for Becky’s shoulder to plow through her midriff with a spear!
Bates is only back to one knee by the time Becky rising, so she gives the Nubian Queen an assist the rest of the way. Helping her out further still, Clayton slips an arm between LaKeisha’s legs, muscling the former World and Tag champ up into a fireman’s carry. Then, after crossing Bates’ ankles, the Army of One Hot Chick swings the Nubian Queen off her shoulders, sitting out and DRIVING Bates’ head and shoulders into the mat via her Army of One.
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A
Clayton sends LaKeisha spilling into an ungainly heap with a two-handed push against her rump. Powering to her feet, the army brat zeroes in on Kendra, the Siren still down and hugging her belly. Marching over, Becky pulls her up with a handful of hair, before stuffing a hand into LaRue’s crotch. When Clayton’s other hand moves to her bosom, the Siren begins to shake her head... but her pleas go unanswered, the Army of One Hot Chick showing off her strength by lifting LaRue over her head in a military press! A gleeful FAWN Arena counts Becky off as she gets in three reps, before she drops the Siren across her shoulder. From there, the army brat finishes obliterating LaRue with the Black Ops, driving her to the mat with a powerslam.
Climbing back to her feet, Becky catches sight of a blur out of the corner of her eye. She pivots just in time to see a charging Nubian Queen... AND to impale the ebony beauty with a kneelift to the midsection. With Bates doubles over, Clayton nuzzles in alongside, reaching through LaKeisha’s thighs to grab her left wrist. Collecting the other arm, the army brat hoists her challenger airborne. Swinging her upside down, Becky sits out, nailing the Nubian Queen with a pumphandle bomb.
PUMPHANDLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4piV2Ni5g0Y
Becky slips her arms over Bates’ biceps, keeping her down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
The Nubian Queen JUST manages to buck loose.
The Army of One Hot Chick rises, returns to the legal woman, and then scoops Kendra up against her chest. It takes only a slight shuffle to position LaRue across her shoulder, and from their Becky’s hands move to the the Siren’s underarms. Again, Clayton’s strength is displayed when she lifts her foe over her head, holding her just about crucifix style. Pushing Kendra a little further aloft, Becky kicks out her legs, reaching to grab the Siren’s noggin as she lays out, bringing LaRue’ jaw crashing down atop her shoulder with the SNAFU!
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
Kendra flops over to her back, landing in a most undignified starfish. Becky Clayton immediately turns and applies the cover, lifting LaRue’s rear to the lights as she hooks both legs.
ONE...
A few feet away, and while stilly groggy, the Nubian Queen has recovered enough to see her partner’s predicament. Realizing their chance to become champions is slipping away, she stumbles toward the Army of One Hot Chick...
TWO...
... and LaKeisha isn’t the only one who has recovered. Before she can reach Kendra and Clayton, Roxie McCrimmon’s shoulder DRIVES into her midriff, the Beantown Bombshell catching Bates with a spear that nearly knocks her out of her boots.
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the bell sounds, the announcer proclaims, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pinfall, and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE BIIIGGG GUUUNNNSSS!!!!!”
Becky rocks back onto her haunches as the official lifts her hand in triumph. Meanwhile, a sweat-soaked Beantown Bombshell stumbles over to the ropes, and readily accepts both title belts from a staffer. Climbing to her feet, the Army of One Hot Chick saunters over to her partner, providing the blonde hardbody a much needed shoulder to lean on as McCrimmon passes Clayton’s strap over to her.