Post by SammieSinclair on Apr 12, 2015 14:49:04 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer proclaims, “the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. At this time, will you please welcome Rachelle Leah.”
Rachelle Leah...
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Did you miss us?” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk. “Cause let me tell you, we HAVEN’T missed you!”
The crowd erupts into jeers, but Rachelle’s smirk remains firmly in place.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Leah continues, “hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
Alyson Valley...
Beverly Valley...
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits is 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 exactly 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’!”
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. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
But tonight, unlike custom, Rachelle Leah follows her charges through the ropes and into the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, my girls and I want you to know one thing: we are NOT happy.”
They might not be, but the FAWNatics certainly appear to be overjoyed by that revelation. One twin brings her hands up to her ears against the thunderous cheers, while her sister screeches at the crowd to shut their mouths.
“First, Aly and Bev are CHEATED out of their titles! Becky Clayton should NEVER have been allowed back into that contest! THEN, they’re screwed again by a couple of quick counts...”
When the FAWNatics express their disagreement, Rachelle scoffs. “What?” she asks. “You REALLY think Roxie McCrimmon could take out BOTH these girls by herself?”
Clearly, they do.
“Just shows how little you know,” the Step-MILF counters. “Not quite done screwing with us, my girls... CLEARLY the most dominant force of 2014... were DENIED their rightful recognition by Gladiatrix. Jenny Jacobs? Really??? And THENNNNNNNN... to cap it ALL off, Bethany keeps my girls off television all of this year. I mean, granted, we’ve already proven Aly and Bev are the greatest tag team FAWN has ever seen, and there’s not ANY opposition left for them to beat, they still need the opportunity to kick ass on screen if they’re going to reclaim what they should have NEVER lost!”
To that, the crowd responds with a chant of, “PLEASE GO HOME!”
“NEVER!!!!” Rachelle shouts. “No, you losers. My girls are back! They aren’t stopping until they’re tag team champions again. And they’ll DESTROY EVERY team they face until...”
The Step-MILF is promptly interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after come the voices of Iggy Azalea and Ellie Goulding...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And their opponents,” the announcer says, taking advantage of Rachelle’s shock to interject, “at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
Pandora...
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
Ashley Locke...
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
Adrianna Papadopolous...
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the Valleys and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. Meanwhile, her fellow goddesses fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind the Valleys--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like fleeing.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... and then, all three EXPLODE through the ropes. Not waiting for the bell, Pandora charges one twin, Adrianna the other, while Ashley zeroes in on the Step-MILF. Leah tries to turn and run, but Locke’s long legs get her to the fortysomething stunner before she can. And, showing little regard for the condition of Leah’s neck, Ashley sends her SAILING over the top rope.
As for the twin terrors who'd made more than a couple vaunted tag teams look very ordinary in 2014, Pandora and Adrianna each lift an arm wide, Panny her right and Papadopolous her left, to clothesline the Valleys up and over the top cable. The Girls tumble down the outside, thunking off the apron until they spill to the floor, ending pooled next to their manager and stepmom. The Three glare down at the Valley Girls and their advocate. "If you have any sense," Pandora purrs, "you'll follow that bony bitch you call Mom up the aisle and let us take our bows and winner's paycheck." Addy slaps Pandora on one shoulder while the former Aphrodite does the same to the other.
"Now listen," the referee begins, sounding forceful... until Pandora turns to face him, at which point he takes a step back. "... one of you needs to leave the ring," he concludes, with considerably more timidness.
Meanwhile, Alyson and Beverly assist their stepmother up. As soon as she's on her feet, Rachelle is ready to start heading back up the ramp... but Aly and Bev hold their ground. "Girls!" Leah snaps, but the former tag champs aren't ready to turn and run. With the full trio still in the ring, Alyson and Beverly dive under the bottom rope, neither sister apparently willing to let the other take on the whole Three by herself.
Each Valley heads for Pandora, apparently seeking a spearhead into what they saw as the cornerstone. Their flying fists pound into Pandora's abundant chest. She shakes them off as best she can, but the natural clones have Panny backpedaling. That is until Adrianna and Ashley send blistering soccer side kicks into the ribs of the attacking blondes, first slowing the assault and then, with another set, Pappy and Locke grind the twins to a halt, both bodies scrunched to the side to protect themselves from a third kick. Ignoring her reddened chest, Pandora grabs the dipped heads of the Valleys by their bright golden locks and draws their noggins wide to the sides in opposite directions. "You should have paid attention to your elder, ladies," Pandora growls, ready to bang the identical coconuts together.
Alyson and Beverly's noggins 'CRAAAACK!' off one another, two pairs of eyes both going crossways when the sisters wheel away from the impact. Even in their suffering, the natural clones remain unnervingly in synch as they both sink to their knees, Aly and Bev slumping forward... until their foreheads come to rest against Ashley's and Addy's crotches, respectively. Out on the floor, Rachelle barks, "C'MON, REF! THIS ISN'T A HANDICAP MATCH! GET ONE OF THOSE BYTCHES OUT OF THERE!"
He nods Leah's way, then turns back to the Three. "One of you, get out of here!" he repeats, before tacking on a rather sheepish, "Please?"`
"Since you ask nicely," Locke says, grinning. She peels Aly off her resting place and transfers her to Pandora who accepts gladly. "But," Ashley continues, "only if you call for the bell."
Thinking four in the ring is better than five, the man waves his hand, eliciting the clanging call, the match now legal if still having all four combatants within isn't. Locke drops to the floor in the corner opposite Rachelle. Meanwhile, Pandora and Adrianna pull the twins to wobbly feet and bully them to opposite neutral corners. The busty partners collect wrists of the Valleys, preparing to line them up and cause another chromosomal collision.
Honestly, the crowd doesn't have much a clue who to root for right now, but they've seen the Valleys enough to know that the twins are more than capable of thinking up a counter on the move... but not today. Instead of managing to lock arms and do-si-do, Aly and Bev sprint headlong into one another, their chests and belly's impacting first. But only a moment later, the sisters' heads swing forward from the impact, their foreheads SMACKING off one another a second time. Amazingly, however, the former champs don't go down. Instead, they pivot away from one another, stumbling drunkenly back from whence they had come, their legs threatening to give way but defiantly holding out.
Beverly stumbles toward Greek Goddess. Adrianna slips her head under an arm of the blonde and wraps her powerful biceps tightly around the waist of one former ex tag champion. With scary ease, Papadopolous vaults Valley into the air and twists in a tight semi-circle with her raised cargo. She drops to one knee and SLAMS Bev's spine across the posted joint, Valley yelping in pain as her back is arched further before Addy lets her spill to the deck. For her part, Pandora collects an unlucky Aly. Panny sweeps her right arm across Valley's chest. Grabbing a hip with her opposite hand, Pandora lifts Alyson like a feather. A wide-eyed Valley's ass reaching Panny's shoulder-height before the curvy beach blonde even thinks of sending Aly crashing to the canvas.
A mewling Beverly rolls away from Papadopoulos and toward the ropes, Rachelle Leah eagerly reaches her arms into the ring to help pull her stepdaughter to safety. Unfortunately for Alyson Valley, she finds herself violently deposited near the dead center of the ring. Upon her collision with the canvas, Aly only manages one revolution of a turn, the blonde--curvy in her own right, but practically rendered a stick figure next to Pandora--coming to rest on her belly, her left hand reaching to back to massage the base of her spine.
Seeing her plaything safely outside the squared circle, Pappy heads for her home base, climbing through the strands to take her place above the tall, flawless blonde specimen below her. Speaking of such specimens, Pandora remains in the ring. She scrapes Alyson off the deck, spinning Valley so she's face to face or at least face to chin. Dipping slightly, Panny encircles Alyson's waist and cinches, drawing a chirpy grunt from Valley that becomes squeaky concern when Pandora lifts Aly into a tight bearhug. But it seems Pandora doesn't just want to squeeze the stuffing out of her foe. With Alyson's toes reaching for the canvas, Pandora gathers forward momentum, carrying Aly in front of her, heading to a neutral corner to splash the squirming twin under her renowned cleavage and tummy.
Her feet free and clear of the canvas, Alyson can't apply any sort of breaks. Instead, the smaller blonde has to settle for sending clubbing shots with her forearms into the back of the Beach Goddess. And those blows all come to naught, Pandora absolutely BURYING the former tag team champion under one hundred and fifty-one divine pounds.
"GYYYYUUUUMMmmmmmmppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Aly's cry of anguish is almost immediately swallowed up when her head whips forward, and her face disappears between Panny's juggs. Valley's legs begins to melt away from the former World champ's hips, her arms tumbling loosely over the top rope.
From the outside, Rachelle Leah screams at the official to get her Girl out of the corner or at least Pandora. The man attempts to intercede and seems to succeed when Panny backs off. But it's only so she can bounce toward the opposite buckles. There, she turns on her heels and heads back from where she came, this time with a full head of steam, planning to SPLASH Alyson Valley right and proper and leave a supposedly vaunted tag champion little more than a greasespot.
Having given the ref a piece of her mind, Rachelle turns her attention back to poor Beverly, and attempts to persuade Bev to stay on the floor. But her stepdaughter shakes her head, and starts to drag herself back up onto the apron. Meanwhile, the Beach Goddess races across the ring, and for the second time in a matter of seconds, Alyson Valley finds herself CRUSHED underneath the awe-inspiring physical specimen. Only this time, with a full running start, Panny's weight seems to connect with her with even more force. As the curvaceous Courtier takes a step back, a wide-eyed and slack-jawed Alyson plops to a seat in the corner, her left arm pressed loosely against her gulping tummy, her ample chest straining against her top with each attempt to draw a breath.
Panny looks down at what she wrought and rolls her eyes. She turns to Rachelle. "Any ideas on how to deal with me, manager?" Pandora dips and collects Alyson by the ankles, dragging her cavewoman-style to center stage before letting Valley relax into a motionless starfish. The beach blonde moves to Alyson's head, standing poised beside her left temple. "Better hurry. There won't be much left after this." Pandora lifts her right index finger and swings it from side to side like the pendulum of a clock. With Aly stirring, the clock runs out. Leaping into the air, she sends her golden midriff plummeting toward Valley's face with her signature Tummy Tuck.
"C'MON, ALY!" Rachelle half encourages/half pleads with her stepdaughter, but it's useless. Alyson's eyes barely have time to widen before Pandora's belly SLAMS down across her mug, sending the ex-champ's legs swinging high into the air. Valley's stems settle back down, the blonde sprawled and motionless. With Aly's shoulders flat on the mat and Panny remaining draped across her features, the referee slides into place, slapping off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Even with Pandora only being in contact with Alyson's face, Valley still very nearly doesn't get a shoulder up in time.
Pandora settles on a hip and playfully swats at the side of Alyson's head like a cat with her mouse. She rises, grabbing a wrist of Valley to tug her up as she does. Panny keeps a shoulder under Aly's arm to prop her foe upright as she walks Valley to the corner of The Three. There she tags the Greek Goddess, FAWN's truly special past IC champion. Instead of slipping through the ropes, Pappy climbs the buckles of her corner and drops into a slight crouch. To the growing misfortune of Aly Valley, Pandora also dawdles in leaving, the duo cooking up a double team that might flatten Valley into two dimensions after Addy nails her with the Fire From Olympus frog splash and then, with Pappy willing to accept some punishment, Pandora splashing atop the brunette in a doubledecker doubleteam that would extinguish whatever fight and senses remain in the demolished Alyson.
Pappy might not be a renowned high flyer, but with Alyson Valley in her current state, the Greek Goddess proves graceful enough to deliver some acrobatic devastation. Descending from the heavens, Adrianna's tummy 'THWAP!'s down across Aly's, the blonde's legs once again kicking skyward. And before they could touch back down, the added weight of Pandora splashing down atop her partner sends them kicking higher still. With two-thirds of the Three atop Alyson in an 'X', Valley seems primed for defeat... but the official refuses to count with Panny still in the ring. Reluctantly she departs, and the ref moves to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Addy sits up, lifting Valley with her by a handful of blonde locks.
Papadopolous rolls to her back, in so doing, lifting her long legs high as she swings to the side. Dropping one on either side of the bombarded blonde, a seated Addy nuzzles in close behind Alyson, wraps the limbs around Valley's waist and cinches them tight on either set of ribs. This time when the Goddess leans back, she lifts Alyson with her and into the Greek's lap. Reaching her shoulders, Pappy doesn't give the ref a chance to count, thrusting up and forward, ready to bounce Aly's keister flat with an Olympus-sized bump.
"NonononononononoNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alyson whimpers, shaking her head as she's hoisted into the air. But Adrianna clearly is thinking yesyesyes, and she brings the former tag champ SLAMMING down harshly on her tuchas. "OwowowowowowowowOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!" Aly now blubbers, before Papadopoulos rocks back a second time. Valley pleads again... at least, it sounds like pleading. The sounds that emerge from her are fairly nonsensical, but the tenor is clear. And again, the Greek Goddess ignores it, bringing Alyson CRASHING down once more. When Addy rocks back a THIRD time, Alyson wails, "NonoPLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEnoooooo!!!!!!!" And, shockingly, Pappy pays no mind to it, bouncing Aly's keister AGAIN...
With Valley's hands glued to her cheeks, Adrianna uncoils her legs from around Alyson and pushes to her feet. The Goddess winks at Ashley and the leggy blonde grins and nods in return. Pappy drags Valley off her aching ass and to her feet. With a grip on a wrist and a shoulder, Adrianna runs the frazzled, wincing Alyson to the ropes and tosses her over, Valley crashing all the way to the floor at the feet of Locke. "Oh dear," Ashley purrs, "look whose fallen from from the heights of the tag ranks and can't get up." Locke 'helps' Alyson make it to vertical but then starts to spin Valley, readying a hammer throw of the blonde toward the metal barricade behind them.
One Valley finds herself 'CLANK'ing off the guardrail, Alyson puddling into a heap at the feet of the former Aphrodite... but the OTHER Valley comes up on Locke from behind. Leaping onto the statuesque blonde's back, Beverly starts to snake an arm around Ashley's throat, attempting to cinch on a sleeper. True, she might not be a legal participant in this match, but if ANYONE knows the value of an outside force contributing to a match, it's the stepdaughter of Rachelle Leah. If she could Kayo this bytch, or at the very least drain some energy out of her, she just might be able to tilt the odds back a little in their favor...
Wrapping her legs around Ashley's midriff while snaking her arms around Locke's head and neck, Beverly at least gives the third of tonight's Three pause. That is until Ashley turns her, and naturally Bev's, spine toward the apron and backpedal/CRASHES her way into the edge of the mat. Valley yelps in pain, her vertebrae arching in agony as she slides down to wobbly feet, finally taking a seat on the floor behind Locke. Pandora invites Rachelle over to make it a party, but the manager wisely refuses.
As upset as she is to see her charges being systematically demolished, Rachelle Leah knows her wrestling days are long post, and she wants NO part of any of the Three. The Step-MILF has to settle for fixing Locke with an angry glare, while Alyson starts to slowly crawl toward her wounded sister, every step of her journey displaying the aches and pains Pandora, Pappy and now Ashley had inspired.
With their manager not coming to the rescue, Pandora moves to Aly and plucks the youngster off her hands and knees. A few steps away, Ashley does the same with Beverly. Both blondes of the Three-some guide the twins to the canvas and almost gently lift/shove/roll them back in, putting Adrianna in the least threatening handicap match ever seen. As both Valleys struggle drunkenly to their feet in unison, Papadopolous slides between them, wrapping a side headlock around each in turn. She spins the former tag champs toward the center of the ring and takes off, drawing both women with her, ready to sit out and bulldog both Aly and Bev simultaneously, a stereo mat thumping collision.
For once, the natural clones are not quite in perfect harmony. Beverly finds herself planted like the world's shapliest lawn dart when her face hits the canvas, the blonde left splayed, face down and twitching. Alyson, on the other hand, is sent bouncing over to her back, her gurls the very last part of her to stop trembling as she settles into a boneless starfish. Meanwhile, the FAWNatics continue to wrestle with conflicting emotions--they'd spent much of the first half of 2014 DREAMING of watching a scene like this unfold, but the prospect of the Three doing it to these brats dulls the thrill decidedly.
Adrianna looks up at the official. "Are you going to allow double-teaming, mortal?" The man looks at the demolished Valleys and doesn't have a clue as to who's legal. When he hesitates, Adrianna rises, moves to Pandora, and tags her in. But the Goddess strides back to the twins with her curvy blonde Amazon counterpart at a shoulder, each taking her choice of a ragdoll. "Time to even this match up if you're leaving both of them in," Ashley shouts from the outside. She turns to Rachelle. "Only fair, right?"
Leah opens her mouth... but what is their to say? Stewing in silent rage, she can only watch, helpless, as Pandora and Papadopoulos start to peel Alyson and Beverly off the canvas. One of the Valley's--presumably Beverly, as she had taken marginally less punishment this evening--manages to sling a weak punch into the Beach Goddess' pride and joy--her belly. Not that it appears to do much damage to anything, other than perhaps Panny's charitable spirit...
Lifting an elbow high, Panny THUMPS it into the crown of Beverly's head. Valley drops to her knees. Pandora keeps her there by her good grace and a handful of golden locks. Adrianna drives a boot into the pit of one of Aly's knees then does likewise to the other, sending her down to a kneel next to her sibling. Pandora and Adrianna turn the swaying sisters toward each other and SMOOSH their faces together. "Sharing a kiss. How sweet," Pandora chuckles.
"How...something," Addy adds. Having had their fun, the Greek scrapes Alyson up and bum-rushes her to the cables, tossing her over, Rachelle having to leap out of the way lest she be taken out by her flying stepdaughter. Pappy strides by Pandora, giving the blonde's belly a little love tap. "Let's go home." Adrianna continues to her corner and out, leaving the stage to the fearsome former World Champion.
Pandora nods, then grabs a handful of hair and roughly YANKS Beverly up to a wobbly vertical base. The Beach Goddess slips her right arm underneath Bev's right, securing a half nelson as she nudges her head underneath Valley's other arm. By now, the Greek Tragedy has become one of the most instantly recognizable and fearsome finishes in all of FAWN, and the audience is well aware of what is looming for Bev--not that the former tag champ can stop it. Propelling Beverly off her feet, Pandora swings Beverly upside down before sitting out, DRIVING Valley's head and shoulders practically THROUGH the canvas. The Beach Goddess quickly climbs to her knees, planting an elbow atop each of Bev's upturned cheeks, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin against that bridge as the referee slaps off a thoroughly redundant...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, Pappy and Locke joining their fellow Goddess in the ring, "your winners, via pinfall... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!"
With a beaming Pandora maintaining her "cover", Ashley and Adrianna take stations behind each of the former World champ's shoulders--and then they motion their hands across their tummies, indicating their sites were now trained on a certain self-styled set of heavy artillery.
Rachelle Leah...
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Did you miss us?” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk. “Cause let me tell you, we HAVEN’T missed you!”
The crowd erupts into jeers, but Rachelle’s smirk remains firmly in place.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Leah continues, “hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
Alyson Valley...
Beverly Valley...
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits is 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 exactly 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’!”
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. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
But tonight, unlike custom, Rachelle Leah follows her charges through the ropes and into the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, my girls and I want you to know one thing: we are NOT happy.”
They might not be, but the FAWNatics certainly appear to be overjoyed by that revelation. One twin brings her hands up to her ears against the thunderous cheers, while her sister screeches at the crowd to shut their mouths.
“First, Aly and Bev are CHEATED out of their titles! Becky Clayton should NEVER have been allowed back into that contest! THEN, they’re screwed again by a couple of quick counts...”
When the FAWNatics express their disagreement, Rachelle scoffs. “What?” she asks. “You REALLY think Roxie McCrimmon could take out BOTH these girls by herself?”
Clearly, they do.
“Just shows how little you know,” the Step-MILF counters. “Not quite done screwing with us, my girls... CLEARLY the most dominant force of 2014... were DENIED their rightful recognition by Gladiatrix. Jenny Jacobs? Really??? And THENNNNNNNN... to cap it ALL off, Bethany keeps my girls off television all of this year. I mean, granted, we’ve already proven Aly and Bev are the greatest tag team FAWN has ever seen, and there’s not ANY opposition left for them to beat, they still need the opportunity to kick ass on screen if they’re going to reclaim what they should have NEVER lost!”
To that, the crowd responds with a chant of, “PLEASE GO HOME!”
“NEVER!!!!” Rachelle shouts. “No, you losers. My girls are back! They aren’t stopping until they’re tag team champions again. And they’ll DESTROY EVERY team they face until...”
The Step-MILF is promptly interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after come the voices of Iggy Azalea and Ellie Goulding...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And their opponents,” the announcer says, taking advantage of Rachelle’s shock to interject, “at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
Pandora...
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
Ashley Locke...
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
Adrianna Papadopolous...
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the Valleys and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. Meanwhile, her fellow goddesses fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind the Valleys--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like fleeing.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... and then, all three EXPLODE through the ropes. Not waiting for the bell, Pandora charges one twin, Adrianna the other, while Ashley zeroes in on the Step-MILF. Leah tries to turn and run, but Locke’s long legs get her to the fortysomething stunner before she can. And, showing little regard for the condition of Leah’s neck, Ashley sends her SAILING over the top rope.
As for the twin terrors who'd made more than a couple vaunted tag teams look very ordinary in 2014, Pandora and Adrianna each lift an arm wide, Panny her right and Papadopolous her left, to clothesline the Valleys up and over the top cable. The Girls tumble down the outside, thunking off the apron until they spill to the floor, ending pooled next to their manager and stepmom. The Three glare down at the Valley Girls and their advocate. "If you have any sense," Pandora purrs, "you'll follow that bony bitch you call Mom up the aisle and let us take our bows and winner's paycheck." Addy slaps Pandora on one shoulder while the former Aphrodite does the same to the other.
"Now listen," the referee begins, sounding forceful... until Pandora turns to face him, at which point he takes a step back. "... one of you needs to leave the ring," he concludes, with considerably more timidness.
Meanwhile, Alyson and Beverly assist their stepmother up. As soon as she's on her feet, Rachelle is ready to start heading back up the ramp... but Aly and Bev hold their ground. "Girls!" Leah snaps, but the former tag champs aren't ready to turn and run. With the full trio still in the ring, Alyson and Beverly dive under the bottom rope, neither sister apparently willing to let the other take on the whole Three by herself.
Each Valley heads for Pandora, apparently seeking a spearhead into what they saw as the cornerstone. Their flying fists pound into Pandora's abundant chest. She shakes them off as best she can, but the natural clones have Panny backpedaling. That is until Adrianna and Ashley send blistering soccer side kicks into the ribs of the attacking blondes, first slowing the assault and then, with another set, Pappy and Locke grind the twins to a halt, both bodies scrunched to the side to protect themselves from a third kick. Ignoring her reddened chest, Pandora grabs the dipped heads of the Valleys by their bright golden locks and draws their noggins wide to the sides in opposite directions. "You should have paid attention to your elder, ladies," Pandora growls, ready to bang the identical coconuts together.
Alyson and Beverly's noggins 'CRAAAACK!' off one another, two pairs of eyes both going crossways when the sisters wheel away from the impact. Even in their suffering, the natural clones remain unnervingly in synch as they both sink to their knees, Aly and Bev slumping forward... until their foreheads come to rest against Ashley's and Addy's crotches, respectively. Out on the floor, Rachelle barks, "C'MON, REF! THIS ISN'T A HANDICAP MATCH! GET ONE OF THOSE BYTCHES OUT OF THERE!"
He nods Leah's way, then turns back to the Three. "One of you, get out of here!" he repeats, before tacking on a rather sheepish, "Please?"`
"Since you ask nicely," Locke says, grinning. She peels Aly off her resting place and transfers her to Pandora who accepts gladly. "But," Ashley continues, "only if you call for the bell."
Thinking four in the ring is better than five, the man waves his hand, eliciting the clanging call, the match now legal if still having all four combatants within isn't. Locke drops to the floor in the corner opposite Rachelle. Meanwhile, Pandora and Adrianna pull the twins to wobbly feet and bully them to opposite neutral corners. The busty partners collect wrists of the Valleys, preparing to line them up and cause another chromosomal collision.
Honestly, the crowd doesn't have much a clue who to root for right now, but they've seen the Valleys enough to know that the twins are more than capable of thinking up a counter on the move... but not today. Instead of managing to lock arms and do-si-do, Aly and Bev sprint headlong into one another, their chests and belly's impacting first. But only a moment later, the sisters' heads swing forward from the impact, their foreheads SMACKING off one another a second time. Amazingly, however, the former champs don't go down. Instead, they pivot away from one another, stumbling drunkenly back from whence they had come, their legs threatening to give way but defiantly holding out.
Beverly stumbles toward Greek Goddess. Adrianna slips her head under an arm of the blonde and wraps her powerful biceps tightly around the waist of one former ex tag champion. With scary ease, Papadopolous vaults Valley into the air and twists in a tight semi-circle with her raised cargo. She drops to one knee and SLAMS Bev's spine across the posted joint, Valley yelping in pain as her back is arched further before Addy lets her spill to the deck. For her part, Pandora collects an unlucky Aly. Panny sweeps her right arm across Valley's chest. Grabbing a hip with her opposite hand, Pandora lifts Alyson like a feather. A wide-eyed Valley's ass reaching Panny's shoulder-height before the curvy beach blonde even thinks of sending Aly crashing to the canvas.
A mewling Beverly rolls away from Papadopoulos and toward the ropes, Rachelle Leah eagerly reaches her arms into the ring to help pull her stepdaughter to safety. Unfortunately for Alyson Valley, she finds herself violently deposited near the dead center of the ring. Upon her collision with the canvas, Aly only manages one revolution of a turn, the blonde--curvy in her own right, but practically rendered a stick figure next to Pandora--coming to rest on her belly, her left hand reaching to back to massage the base of her spine.
Seeing her plaything safely outside the squared circle, Pappy heads for her home base, climbing through the strands to take her place above the tall, flawless blonde specimen below her. Speaking of such specimens, Pandora remains in the ring. She scrapes Alyson off the deck, spinning Valley so she's face to face or at least face to chin. Dipping slightly, Panny encircles Alyson's waist and cinches, drawing a chirpy grunt from Valley that becomes squeaky concern when Pandora lifts Aly into a tight bearhug. But it seems Pandora doesn't just want to squeeze the stuffing out of her foe. With Alyson's toes reaching for the canvas, Pandora gathers forward momentum, carrying Aly in front of her, heading to a neutral corner to splash the squirming twin under her renowned cleavage and tummy.
Her feet free and clear of the canvas, Alyson can't apply any sort of breaks. Instead, the smaller blonde has to settle for sending clubbing shots with her forearms into the back of the Beach Goddess. And those blows all come to naught, Pandora absolutely BURYING the former tag team champion under one hundred and fifty-one divine pounds.
"GYYYYUUUUMMmmmmmmppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Aly's cry of anguish is almost immediately swallowed up when her head whips forward, and her face disappears between Panny's juggs. Valley's legs begins to melt away from the former World champ's hips, her arms tumbling loosely over the top rope.
From the outside, Rachelle Leah screams at the official to get her Girl out of the corner or at least Pandora. The man attempts to intercede and seems to succeed when Panny backs off. But it's only so she can bounce toward the opposite buckles. There, she turns on her heels and heads back from where she came, this time with a full head of steam, planning to SPLASH Alyson Valley right and proper and leave a supposedly vaunted tag champion little more than a greasespot.
Having given the ref a piece of her mind, Rachelle turns her attention back to poor Beverly, and attempts to persuade Bev to stay on the floor. But her stepdaughter shakes her head, and starts to drag herself back up onto the apron. Meanwhile, the Beach Goddess races across the ring, and for the second time in a matter of seconds, Alyson Valley finds herself CRUSHED underneath the awe-inspiring physical specimen. Only this time, with a full running start, Panny's weight seems to connect with her with even more force. As the curvaceous Courtier takes a step back, a wide-eyed and slack-jawed Alyson plops to a seat in the corner, her left arm pressed loosely against her gulping tummy, her ample chest straining against her top with each attempt to draw a breath.
Panny looks down at what she wrought and rolls her eyes. She turns to Rachelle. "Any ideas on how to deal with me, manager?" Pandora dips and collects Alyson by the ankles, dragging her cavewoman-style to center stage before letting Valley relax into a motionless starfish. The beach blonde moves to Alyson's head, standing poised beside her left temple. "Better hurry. There won't be much left after this." Pandora lifts her right index finger and swings it from side to side like the pendulum of a clock. With Aly stirring, the clock runs out. Leaping into the air, she sends her golden midriff plummeting toward Valley's face with her signature Tummy Tuck.
"C'MON, ALY!" Rachelle half encourages/half pleads with her stepdaughter, but it's useless. Alyson's eyes barely have time to widen before Pandora's belly SLAMS down across her mug, sending the ex-champ's legs swinging high into the air. Valley's stems settle back down, the blonde sprawled and motionless. With Aly's shoulders flat on the mat and Panny remaining draped across her features, the referee slides into place, slapping off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Even with Pandora only being in contact with Alyson's face, Valley still very nearly doesn't get a shoulder up in time.
Pandora settles on a hip and playfully swats at the side of Alyson's head like a cat with her mouse. She rises, grabbing a wrist of Valley to tug her up as she does. Panny keeps a shoulder under Aly's arm to prop her foe upright as she walks Valley to the corner of The Three. There she tags the Greek Goddess, FAWN's truly special past IC champion. Instead of slipping through the ropes, Pappy climbs the buckles of her corner and drops into a slight crouch. To the growing misfortune of Aly Valley, Pandora also dawdles in leaving, the duo cooking up a double team that might flatten Valley into two dimensions after Addy nails her with the Fire From Olympus frog splash and then, with Pappy willing to accept some punishment, Pandora splashing atop the brunette in a doubledecker doubleteam that would extinguish whatever fight and senses remain in the demolished Alyson.
Pappy might not be a renowned high flyer, but with Alyson Valley in her current state, the Greek Goddess proves graceful enough to deliver some acrobatic devastation. Descending from the heavens, Adrianna's tummy 'THWAP!'s down across Aly's, the blonde's legs once again kicking skyward. And before they could touch back down, the added weight of Pandora splashing down atop her partner sends them kicking higher still. With two-thirds of the Three atop Alyson in an 'X', Valley seems primed for defeat... but the official refuses to count with Panny still in the ring. Reluctantly she departs, and the ref moves to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Addy sits up, lifting Valley with her by a handful of blonde locks.
Papadopolous rolls to her back, in so doing, lifting her long legs high as she swings to the side. Dropping one on either side of the bombarded blonde, a seated Addy nuzzles in close behind Alyson, wraps the limbs around Valley's waist and cinches them tight on either set of ribs. This time when the Goddess leans back, she lifts Alyson with her and into the Greek's lap. Reaching her shoulders, Pappy doesn't give the ref a chance to count, thrusting up and forward, ready to bounce Aly's keister flat with an Olympus-sized bump.
"NonononononononoNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alyson whimpers, shaking her head as she's hoisted into the air. But Adrianna clearly is thinking yesyesyes, and she brings the former tag champ SLAMMING down harshly on her tuchas. "OwowowowowowowowOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!" Aly now blubbers, before Papadopoulos rocks back a second time. Valley pleads again... at least, it sounds like pleading. The sounds that emerge from her are fairly nonsensical, but the tenor is clear. And again, the Greek Goddess ignores it, bringing Alyson CRASHING down once more. When Addy rocks back a THIRD time, Alyson wails, "NonoPLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEnoooooo!!!!!!!" And, shockingly, Pappy pays no mind to it, bouncing Aly's keister AGAIN...
With Valley's hands glued to her cheeks, Adrianna uncoils her legs from around Alyson and pushes to her feet. The Goddess winks at Ashley and the leggy blonde grins and nods in return. Pappy drags Valley off her aching ass and to her feet. With a grip on a wrist and a shoulder, Adrianna runs the frazzled, wincing Alyson to the ropes and tosses her over, Valley crashing all the way to the floor at the feet of Locke. "Oh dear," Ashley purrs, "look whose fallen from from the heights of the tag ranks and can't get up." Locke 'helps' Alyson make it to vertical but then starts to spin Valley, readying a hammer throw of the blonde toward the metal barricade behind them.
One Valley finds herself 'CLANK'ing off the guardrail, Alyson puddling into a heap at the feet of the former Aphrodite... but the OTHER Valley comes up on Locke from behind. Leaping onto the statuesque blonde's back, Beverly starts to snake an arm around Ashley's throat, attempting to cinch on a sleeper. True, she might not be a legal participant in this match, but if ANYONE knows the value of an outside force contributing to a match, it's the stepdaughter of Rachelle Leah. If she could Kayo this bytch, or at the very least drain some energy out of her, she just might be able to tilt the odds back a little in their favor...
Wrapping her legs around Ashley's midriff while snaking her arms around Locke's head and neck, Beverly at least gives the third of tonight's Three pause. That is until Ashley turns her, and naturally Bev's, spine toward the apron and backpedal/CRASHES her way into the edge of the mat. Valley yelps in pain, her vertebrae arching in agony as she slides down to wobbly feet, finally taking a seat on the floor behind Locke. Pandora invites Rachelle over to make it a party, but the manager wisely refuses.
As upset as she is to see her charges being systematically demolished, Rachelle Leah knows her wrestling days are long post, and she wants NO part of any of the Three. The Step-MILF has to settle for fixing Locke with an angry glare, while Alyson starts to slowly crawl toward her wounded sister, every step of her journey displaying the aches and pains Pandora, Pappy and now Ashley had inspired.
With their manager not coming to the rescue, Pandora moves to Aly and plucks the youngster off her hands and knees. A few steps away, Ashley does the same with Beverly. Both blondes of the Three-some guide the twins to the canvas and almost gently lift/shove/roll them back in, putting Adrianna in the least threatening handicap match ever seen. As both Valleys struggle drunkenly to their feet in unison, Papadopolous slides between them, wrapping a side headlock around each in turn. She spins the former tag champs toward the center of the ring and takes off, drawing both women with her, ready to sit out and bulldog both Aly and Bev simultaneously, a stereo mat thumping collision.
For once, the natural clones are not quite in perfect harmony. Beverly finds herself planted like the world's shapliest lawn dart when her face hits the canvas, the blonde left splayed, face down and twitching. Alyson, on the other hand, is sent bouncing over to her back, her gurls the very last part of her to stop trembling as she settles into a boneless starfish. Meanwhile, the FAWNatics continue to wrestle with conflicting emotions--they'd spent much of the first half of 2014 DREAMING of watching a scene like this unfold, but the prospect of the Three doing it to these brats dulls the thrill decidedly.
Adrianna looks up at the official. "Are you going to allow double-teaming, mortal?" The man looks at the demolished Valleys and doesn't have a clue as to who's legal. When he hesitates, Adrianna rises, moves to Pandora, and tags her in. But the Goddess strides back to the twins with her curvy blonde Amazon counterpart at a shoulder, each taking her choice of a ragdoll. "Time to even this match up if you're leaving both of them in," Ashley shouts from the outside. She turns to Rachelle. "Only fair, right?"
Leah opens her mouth... but what is their to say? Stewing in silent rage, she can only watch, helpless, as Pandora and Papadopoulos start to peel Alyson and Beverly off the canvas. One of the Valley's--presumably Beverly, as she had taken marginally less punishment this evening--manages to sling a weak punch into the Beach Goddess' pride and joy--her belly. Not that it appears to do much damage to anything, other than perhaps Panny's charitable spirit...
Lifting an elbow high, Panny THUMPS it into the crown of Beverly's head. Valley drops to her knees. Pandora keeps her there by her good grace and a handful of golden locks. Adrianna drives a boot into the pit of one of Aly's knees then does likewise to the other, sending her down to a kneel next to her sibling. Pandora and Adrianna turn the swaying sisters toward each other and SMOOSH their faces together. "Sharing a kiss. How sweet," Pandora chuckles.
"How...something," Addy adds. Having had their fun, the Greek scrapes Alyson up and bum-rushes her to the cables, tossing her over, Rachelle having to leap out of the way lest she be taken out by her flying stepdaughter. Pappy strides by Pandora, giving the blonde's belly a little love tap. "Let's go home." Adrianna continues to her corner and out, leaving the stage to the fearsome former World Champion.
Pandora nods, then grabs a handful of hair and roughly YANKS Beverly up to a wobbly vertical base. The Beach Goddess slips her right arm underneath Bev's right, securing a half nelson as she nudges her head underneath Valley's other arm. By now, the Greek Tragedy has become one of the most instantly recognizable and fearsome finishes in all of FAWN, and the audience is well aware of what is looming for Bev--not that the former tag champ can stop it. Propelling Beverly off her feet, Pandora swings Beverly upside down before sitting out, DRIVING Valley's head and shoulders practically THROUGH the canvas. The Beach Goddess quickly climbs to her knees, planting an elbow atop each of Bev's upturned cheeks, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin against that bridge as the referee slaps off a thoroughly redundant...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, Pappy and Locke joining their fellow Goddess in the ring, "your winners, via pinfall... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!"
With a beaming Pandora maintaining her "cover", Ashley and Adrianna take stations behind each of the former World champ's shoulders--and then they motion their hands across their tummies, indicating their sites were now trained on a certain self-styled set of heavy artillery.