Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2015 22:22:07 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, your next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit … and is for the FAWN Tag Team championship!”
Those last eight words are MORE than enough to bring the crowd leaping to their feet, energized and ready to witness some carnage. And “carnage” appeared to be the operative word. Since forming their unholy union, the Three had been absolutely dominant in the tag team ranks, not only competing without a defeat--but to date giving very few indications that they COULD be defeated. Tonight, another team would step forward to try... but would the results be the same?
“Introducing first, the challengers,” the announcer resumed, once the FAWNatics have had a chance to give voice to their excitement. “Hailing from Tempe, AZ…”
And again, the crowd erupts with just those four words.
“… and checking in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-seven pounds… The Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo… they are themselves former FAWN Tag Team champions… Juliet and Nyssa… the BLOOOOOODWIIIINNNDDDD SIIISSSTTTEEERRRSSS!”
Juliet Bloodwind...
Nyssa Bloodwind...
The burst of cheers is electric as the PA system blasts Rage Against the Machine's ‘Testify‘. Within moments, the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo emerge atop the ramp, to a thunderous ovation for the sisters Bloodwind. Indeed, the roar is even louder than usual, in response to the elder Native American’s tag team variant ensemble. Her ring gear remains imitation deerskin, although the top has now been fashioned into more of a halter—albeit one that both displayed her cleavage and gave her bust a significant boost, and still bared a tremendous amount of her stomach. Meanwhile, she now sports the sort of “half loin cloth” that her younger sister had made famous. The pigtailed Juliet struts down the steel toward the ring, slapping hands with the fans sitting along the ramp.
Nyssa follows alongside, all smiles, likewise slapping hands with the fans as she does so. The raven-haired beauty is clad a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscrossed her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by her ‘half loin cloth’ that descends to mid-thigh in the front, while failing to obscure the view of her exquisite derriere in the back. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins complete the ensemble. Nyssa nods approvingly as she caught sight of one particular sign, inscribed:
“A PAIR OF BLOODWINDS TRUMPS ANY THREE!"
At ringside, the pair complete their circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Their lap concluded, Juliet and Nyssa move quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the elder Bloodwind gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring. While the crowd reacted appreciatively to Juliet's exhibition, their volume only increases as Nyssa follow her partner's lead, the Nubile Navajo grinning as she sticks the landing flawlessly, both beauties now in the ring.
Elder and younger Bloodwind march to opposing corners, Juliet and Nyssa each hopping onto the middle buckle and saluting the crowd, before both the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo brings their hands to their bellies, flashing a double “discount double-check” that gets the FAWNatics to turn their dials all the way to ‘Eleven’.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the sisters with applause and appreciation, but their ovation is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
(“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I )
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopoulos... 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 Papadopoulos...
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopoulos. 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 Sisters 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?
There is perhaps one clue: Papadopoulos and Locke carry the straps over their shoulders, Pandora left free of any cargo.
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. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Pandora and Ashley slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions 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 Juliet and Nyssa--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the former Aphrodite withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter the ring, Ashley descends to the floor--but not before passing her strap to Pandora. The question of their make-up now settled, the Goddesses begins to discuss strategy as the official takes both titles, raising them to the rafters.
By this point in their careers, BOTH Bloodwinds were accomplished wrestlers in their own right. In addition to previous tag title reign, Juliet had recently held the Intercontinental championship while once “loveable loser” Nyssa was a TWO-time Lightweight champion. Still, the key word in Nyssa’s singles gold was “Lightweight”, meaning it to be a belt NONE of the three women across the ring were eligible to compete for. That little detail appears to make the decision for the Bloodwinds of who would start, as the Nubile Navajo takes up station in their corner.
Across the ring, their discussions concluded, Pandora slips through the ropes, ensuring that Adrianna would have HEFTY reinforcements on call, when and if she needed them. The bell sounds, and the Tempe Temptress and the Greek Goddess start moving toward center ring in opposing circles. “I’ve been remiss,” Papadopoulos remarks. “I never congratulated you for winning the Intercontinental title... or for finding an opponent you COULD beat for it.”
Juliet’s response is a mirthless chuckle, as she remembered their last encounter being the finals of a tournament to crown an Intercontinental champion. “You beat me for a belt,” Bloodwind retorts. “I’m about to beat YOU for a belt. We’ll be even.”
“We shall see.”
Without further adieu, the brunettes surge forward, tying up... and in spite of Bloodwind’s bravado, it’s Juliet who initially finds herself on the wrong end of things, Pappy forcing the Native American beauty back into the ropes. The official calls for a break... but Adrianna doesn’t seem particularly inclined. It’s not until the count of “FOUR!” that the Greek Goddess takes a step back...
... and as she does, Addy’s right hand shoots out, her palm BLASTING Juliet’s cheek with a bytch slap.
As Navajo Nation gasps in shock and disapproval, Adrianna just smirks. “You still haven’t learned,” Pappy says, “goddesses are to be revered.”
After giving her jaw a soothing side to side shift, Juliet mutters back, “I’ll keep that in mind, if I ever meet one.”
Shoving off the ropes, the Tempe Temptress charges the tag champ, and Adrianna readies herself to accept Bloodwind into another collar and elbow... only instead, Juliet ducks underneath Pappy’s arms, carrying on her way behind the Greek Goddess. Spinning on a dime, Bloodwind glues herself to Adrianna’s back, her arms wrapping around Pappy’s waist. Legs churning, Juliet drives the bigger, more buxom brunette chest and belly first into the ropes before rocking back and rolling the champion into a pinning predicament. Seated atop Pappy’s thighs, Bloodwind’s left hand rests against the small of Adrianna’s back to steady herself. But her right hand swings downward, and with each of the referee’s slaps of the mat, the Tempe Temptress swats Adrianna’s upturned buttocks...
(O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Papadopoulos bucks Juliet out of her saddle, the Greek Goddess’ cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment as she rolls through to one knee. Shame quickly gives way to fury as she glares at the Navajo warrior, but Juliet doesn’t back down. Far from it, she beckons Adrianna to rise with a wave of both hands. Pappy gives a small nod, rising to her feet...
... and then raising her right hand high overhead.
The invitation for a test of strength is quite unmistakable, and Bloodwind hesitates for only a moment before accepting. Cautiously, she raises her left arms, the brunettes’ fingers slowly lacing together. Adrianna then brings her left hand up, the Tempe Temptress raising her right to meet it. Both grips secured, the Greek beauty and the Native American warrior go to work--and, perhaps unsurprisingly, it’s Papadopoulos who asserts her will first, Juliet grimacing as her legs buckle.
Only Juliet doesn’t fight it. Instead, Bloodwind drops to her backside and rolls in reverse. When the Tempe Temptress gets back to her feet, she’s turned Pappy’s wrists over--and it’s the Greek Goddess who is sent crashing to her knees! A moment later, and the Tempe Temptress releases Adrianna’s right wrist. Pulling the tag champ’s left arm out to her side, Bloodwind swings a stem over the wing, the brings her rump SLAMMING down atop Papadopoulos’ shoulder.
Keeping the limb in her possession, the Navajo beauty yanks her foe up, then launches her toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Dipping as the voluptuous brunette charges back toward her, Juliet wraps her arms under Pappy’s left leg and rises. Falling back, Bloodwind deposits the Greek Goddess face and chest first to the mat with a flapjack.
(FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBtd_kmdaBA )
Popping back to her feet, Juliet bounces over to her corner, where the Nubile Navajo waits with an outstretched hand. Tag made, Nyssa vaults over the top rope, wasting no time in approaching Adrianna as the curvy brunette works her way up to a seated position. Dropping to one knee behind Pappy, Bloodwind plants the other knee firmly between the champion’s shoulderblades. The smaller brunette then reaches out and grabs Adrianna’s wrists, cranking back on the arms of Papadopoulos as she secures the kneeling surfboard.
(KNEELING SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtAEn4oQQzY )
“What do you say, Pappy?” the referee asks.
“I say,” Adrianna hisses, “that this pathetic mortal is going to regreeeuuuuUUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Not liking the tone of the Greek Goddess’ remarks, Nyssa gives her opponent’s captive arms another tug. The kneeling surfboard, after all, was a perfect way for the Nubile Navajo to go to work against her foe, as it all but nullified Adrianna’s size and power advantage. But knowing that it wasn’t likely to get her the ‘W’, Bloodwind releases the hold, yanking the Greek Goddess to her feet with a handful of hair. Reclaiming one wrist, Nyssa sets her feet and attempts to whip Pappy toward the far neutral corner...
... only for it to be reversed. Bloodwind the younger is sent sprinting toward the buckles at full speed, but instead of turning her back into any collision, Nyssa leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and springboards backward. Twisting her body in midair, her midsection strikes Adrianna’s torso, the crossbody sending both women crashing to the mat--with the Nubile Navajo draped atop her. As Nyssa hooks both legs, the referee slaps off the...
(REBOUND FLYING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVba8BTGqs )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Pappy kicks out.
And Nyssa is back on her feet like a shot. Not bothering to check and see if the Greek Goddess was beginning to rise, the Nubile Navajo turns and races into the near ropes. Luckily for her, Papadopoulos doesn’t seem to have much interest staying on the mat. Hopping onto the middle cable, Bloodwind flies toward her opponent, reaching out and wrapping an arm around the champ’s neck. Her momentum does the rest of the work for her, Nyssa’s legs swinging over Adrianna’s head as she yanks her down, DRILLING the brunette’s head into the mat with a springboard tornado DDT.
(SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKFvPmjOnjU )
Again, Nyssa springs to her feet. This time, she moves quickly toward her corner, slapping Juliet’s hand and bringing her sister back into the match. By the time the Tempe Temptress has slipped through the ropes, Adrianna has rolled over to her stomach--and Juliet knows EXACTLY what to do about that. Making her way to the feet of the Greek Goddess, Bloodwind stuffs Addy’s right boot behind her back knee, the pushes her left foot forward. Dropping to one knee, the Native American’s left thigh presses into Pappy’s calf, keeping her legs bound. Meanwhile, after threading the champ’s right arm underneath Juliet’s left, the Tempe Temptress slaps on the facelock that puts the ‘F’ in the cross-legged STF.
(CROSS-LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuktwGwGCnQ )
Before the official can even ask, Adrianna snaps out a, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” But if she had to endure this hold for a minute or more, that answer might soon change. With only one arm free to her, dragging her way toward the ropes--especially with the Tempe Temptress atop her--proves an arduous task. But after about twenty seconds of writhing and squirming, the Greek Goddess manages to coil her hand around the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” the ref shouts, and Bloodwind complies quickly. Hairhauling the brunette up off the deck, Juliet fashions both of hands into knife edges and strikes each side of Adrianna’s neck with a Navajo chop. As the Greek Goddess staggers toward the center of the ring, Juliet backpedals into Navajo Nation, tagging Nyssa back into the match. And together, the sisters return to Papadopoulos--Juliet stationing herself of Addy’s right side and Nyssa her left. Working in near perfect unison, the Bloodwind girls send open hand chops into Pappy’s bounty. They then follow up with simultaneous kicks to the backs of the Greek Goddess’ thighs which force her to kneel in a less-than-goddesslike fashion, before ending their barrage with a pair of dropkicks to the back that send Adrianna crashing to the canvas, face and chest first.
“C’mon, Jules,” the official chides her. “One in, one out. You know the rules.”
The Tempe Temptress nods, delaying her departure just long enough to nudge Pappy to her back with a boot. Meanwhile, the Nubile Navajo takes one step toward Papadopoulos and launches herself toward the rafters, showing off some incredible elevation from a near stationary beginning. Her standing shooting star press finds Adrianna’s wide-open midriff, the tag champ letting out a loud gasp as her legs fly into the air.
Again, Nyssa hooks both legs...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOO!!!!!!
Adrianna kicks out.
“Don’t wanna stay down?” Nyssa grunts, rising to her feet and grabbing a handful of Pappy’s dark tresses. “Up you come, then.” Taking a wrist, the younger Bloodwind starts to send the Greek Goddess toward the far corner with an Irish whip--only again, Adrianna reverses it. Just as before, the Nubile Navajo chooses not to turn her back into the turnbuckles, but instead leaps toward them, one Ugg landing on the middle buckle and the other against the top. This time, Nyssa flips back toward her opponent, her feet rising toward the lights and her head pointed downwards, aiming her Bloodhawk Press at the voluptuous brunette...
(BLOODHAWK PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRpUTETSOIM )
Nyssa’s upper body meets Adrianna’s with a moist, meaty ‘THWACK’, the Greek Goddess’ arms wrapping around behind Bloodwind’s back... and after a momentary shimmy, Adrianna’s shapely gams steady themselves, the champion remaining alarmingly upright. With minimal difficulty, Papadopoulos shrugs Nyssa so that the Nubile Navajo’s belly rests across her right shoulder, Bloodwind’s legs hanging behind Pappy and kicking frantically. Since Nyssa had proven so stubborn on two occasions now, Addy opts to CHARGE toward the corner she had whipped Bloodwind toward--and as she draws near, the Greek Goddess TOSSES the Nubile Navajo off her shoulder, Nyssa’s face SLAMMING into the top turnbuckle with remarkable force.
Bouncing away from the impact, Bloodwind the younger lands on her feet, but her gait is anything but certain as she turns in a drunken semi-circle and begins to stagger back from whence she had come. Practically salivating, Adrianna sends her clinched right fist SLAMMING into the Nubile Navajo’s bosom in a thunderous heart punch.
And just like that, the Hand of Athena renders Nyssa Bloodwind slack-jawed and cross-eyed, the young Native American warrior managing another half step of a stumble before falling to her knees, and then pitching to her chest, potentially dead to the world. Adrianna looks down at the smoldering wreckage of the Nubile Navajo, as if trying whether or not to bestow any pity on this foolish mortal...
She then raises her head, glancing back over her shoulder at the Tempe Temptress... and flashes Juliet the most chilling smile.
Pappy moves her foot, only instead of using it to shovel Nyssa to her back, she places it atop the base of the younger Bloodwind’s spine. Transferring all her weight to that foot, Adrianna steps over the challenger, the Nubile Navajo offering a plaintive mewl as Addy strides to her corner, and slaps Pandora’s hand...
Casually striding over to the fallen Native American, displaying not the slightest care in the world, the Beach Goddess reaches down and claims a handful of hair. First pulling the diminutive brunette up to her knees, Panny then leans forward a little further, wrapping her arms around Nyssa’s waist. “Upsy daisy,” the former World champ sing-songs, hoisting Bloodwind up and swinging the Nubile Navajo up across her shoulder. She then reverses course, SLINGING Nyssa downward with all her might, driving Bloodwind into the mat with her aptly- named Dominator.
(DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg )
The impact sends a boneless Nyssa flopping onto her back, arms and legs splayed haphazardly. Pandora then goes into retreat, backing into the ropes and shooting back toward Bloodwind. Hopping into the air, the Beach Goddess lays out, dropping her stomach across Nyssa’s vacant-eyed features with her Tummy Tuck splash.
The referee slides into position for a count... and Pandora promptly rises off the challenger, earning a scowl from the zebra and the vocal condemnation of the FAWNatics. Yanking Nyssa up to rubbery legs with a handful of hair, the Beach Goddess dips a shoulder and reaches through Bloodwind’s thighs, muscling the Nubile Navajo up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. Alas, the torture was only beginning, as after a moment Pandora launches Nyssa from her shoulders and into the air. As Nyssa descends, Pandora genuflects, the Native American beauty’s spine coming down brutally across Panny’s posted knee.
(ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k )
“Come on, Pandora,” the official barks as the Beach Goddess rises back to her full height. “Finish this.”
Panny just shrugs her shoulders. “Spoilsport,” the voluptuous blonde pouts, then places a boot atop Nyssa’s bosom.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Nyssa sends a loosely balled fist flying into the air. The motion isn’t powerful enough to dislodge Pandora’s boot from her bounty, but it does manage to elevate her shoulder off the canvas.
“Well, I tried,” the Beach Goddess sighs breezily, raising her foot... and then bringing it down onto Bloodwind’s belly. “Not MY fault she’s a moron.” Shifting every ounce of her one hundred and fifty-one pounds onto the Nubile Navajo’s abdomen, Pandora walks across the challenger.
“GYYYYUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Nyssa half gasps, half moans, her knees rising up toward her midsection as her arms flop across her tummy.
Pandora strides to her corner and tags the Greek Goddess back into the contest. Scraping the remains of Nyssa Bloodwind off the mat, Papadopoulos nudges her head up and underneath the Nubile Navajo’s right arm, then wraps HER arms around the smaller brunette’s waist. Straightening up, Addy lifts Nyssa into the air, swinging her around before she drops to one knee, Bloodwind ending up on the receiving end of another vicious backbreaker.
(SPINNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE )
Rather than apply the cover, Papadopoulos stands, stooping down to claim a wrist and pull Nyssa’s virtual deadweight off the mat. If the Greek Goddess had released Bloodwind’s wrist, it was an almost certainty that the Nubile Navajo would simply collapse again. Instead, Addy gives that wrist a SAVAGE yank forward, while at the same time raising and extending her right arm. The result is a DEVASTATING short-arm clothesline that flips the sweat-soaked Native American 270 degrees through the air before she crashes into a sprawl, face down and motionless.
Rising to her knees, Adrianna looks down, taking in the devastation she and Pandora had wrought--and she sees that it is good. Wiping her hands, the Greek Goddess pushes to her feet and takes Nyssa’s wrist a second time. On this occasion, rather than pull the Nubile Navajo up to noodled legs, she drags Bloodwind to in front of the nearest neutral corner. Lining her opponent up to her exact specifications, Pappy departs to the apron, the scales the ropes to the top turnbuckle. While she might be known for her size and strength, Papadopoulos wasn’t without some agility, which she puts on display when she takes flight, pumping her body in midair as she descends toward Nyssa with her Fire from Olympus frogsplash...
... which connects, Nyssa’s eyes threatening to pop out of her skull before they roll back to whites. Adrianna languidly remains atop the Nubile Navajo, her right arm slipping underneath Bloodwind’s neck as the official slides into position...
ONE...
TWO....
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
In the challengers’ corner, Juliet Bloodwind slips a leg through the ropes, though if she was being completely honest, the gesture was less to make the save and more to prevent any further piling on with her overmatched sister. But before the referee can conclude his count, Adrianna sits back on her haunches, pulling the Nubile Navajo up with her. The Tempe Temptress sends an icy glare the Greek Goddess’ way, but Pappy simply smiles.
Rising, Addy hauls Nyssa up along with her--then stuffs Bloodwind’s face into her decolletage! Even the denial of life-sustaining oxygen only manages to send a few weak spasms through the Native American’s arms, such is the toll this battle has already taken on her, her legs buckle with each step Papadopoulos takes toward the Three’s corner. Once she’s close enough, Pandora reaches over the top rope and pats Adrianna’s shoulder, tagging herself back into the contest.
Taking that as her cue, Pappy breaks off the front sleeper and pushes Nyssa back against the turnbuckles. Almost immediately, Bloodwind begins to slump toward a seat... but before she can fully collapse, Pandora takes a step onto the bottom rope and THRUSTS her bronzed belly into the Nubile Navajo’s greasy features, forcing Nyssa to do a little Navel Gazing.
Traditionally, referees in FAWN tended to provide A LOT of leeway to the competitors--one of the forms that would usually take would be waiting a few moments when one woman had another in the corner before counting. But considering everything Nyssa had been through tonight, this official starts counting right away--and perhaps counts a little faster than he ordinarily would. Right on “FOUR!” the Beach Goddess steps back, the Nubile Navajo plopping to a seat in the corner and gasping for air.
Claiming one more helping of raven tresses, Pandora tugs the Nubile Navajo up--and then TOWARDS her, dipping slightly as she wraps her arms around Nyssa’s waist. When she straightens up, the shorter Nyssa (by a good half-foot plus) is easily brought off her feet as Panny cinches in a bearhug. Instinct compels Bloodwind to bring her legs up, slipping them over the hips of the Beach Goddess in an effort to absorb some of the pressure.
“What do you say, Nyssa?” the ref asks.
Nyssa says nothing--not because she’s already unconscious, but because she understands that EVERY breath she has left is too precious to waste. Instead, the Nubile Navajo gives her head the feeblest of shakes, just to let the official know that she had NO intentions of surrendering.
“Come on, Nyssa,” the referee replies, almost pleading with her. “You don’t have anything to prove here...”
Her eyes fluttering, Nyssa pants a barely audible, “Not... giving... uuuUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHFFFUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
That last word, or what passed for one, is rendered considerably louder by a ruthless constriction of Pandora’s pythons. Nyssa throws her head back as that word is transformed into a senseless moan... and as her voice begins to trail off, Bloodwind’s gams start to melt away from Panny’s waist.
“Nyssa?” the official asks. Again, he receives no answer. A shrug of Pandora’s arms sends the Nubile Navajo’s head lolling forward, her face plummeting into the Beach Goddess’ cleavage... and when that development merits barely a twitch from Bloodwind, the ref takes Nyssa’s wrist and raises her arm.
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nine-tenths of the way down, Nyssa’s arm regain tension, her arm trembling but remaining aloft. A moment later, and the Native American’s left arm begins to rise as well. Panny bears down a little harder, but Bloodwind’s wings continue to rise. In the Navajo Nation corner, Juliet finds herself torn--between the desire to become a champion again, and the even more primal desire NOT to see her sister suffer anymore.
But even as Pandora keeps squeezing, Nyssa’s arms keep elevating--and then, they fashion into pointed elbows, which swing into the Beach Goddess’ ears with all the force that she can muster. Amazingly, it proves enough to pop the lock on Panny’s bearhug. Adrenaline? Or had Pandora simply not been prepared for the blow. Either way, the Nubile Navajo was free--and stumbling back into the ropes. It was the opposite direction from her corner, but maybe the cables could make up for some of the strength the Three had sapped from her...
... but whatever Nyssa might have wanted to do becomes irrelevant when Pandora catches her with a MASSIVE clothesline. Bloodwind somersaults through the air, again landing face and chest down. “Bytch is just asking for the MOTHER of all beatdowns,” the Beach Goddess snarls, then saunters to her corner, where Adrianna waits for a tag.
Legal again, the Greek Goddess slides through the ropes and lounges in her corner, waiting for the spent Nubile Navajo to start fighting her way back to her feet. After all, the little idiot had demonstrated time and time again she was too stupid to realize when she was done. Sure enough, after a few moments, Bloodwind doesn’t disappoint... and Papadopoulos rushes toward her, catching Nyssa in the bell with an Old World Kneelift that drops the proud Native American down to her knees.
(OLD WORLD KNEELIFT @1:32:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74U6J3B2jJQ )
Pulling the breathless Navajo up with a handful of hair, Adrianna launches Nyssa into the far corner with a massive whip. If Bloodwind’s arms hadn’t spilled over the top rope, she would have tumbled to a seat. Instead, she’s served up on a platter for Papadopoulos. The curvaceous brunette moves to the opposite corner, then sprints toward the Nubile Navajo, launching herself in an avalanche splash that would start the Greek Combo...
... but instead finds an EMPTY CORNER, Nyssa rolling clear along the ropes. Again, the cables keep the younger Bloodwind on her feet, sagging against them--which is better than can be said for Pappy, who tumbles to her knees, one arm swaddling her bosom and the other hugging at her tummy. Suddenly, for the first time in a long time, the FAWNatics have hope. They leap to their feet, imploring the exhausted Native American beauty to push past her fatigue and start moving. Juliet joins their efforts, urgently stretching her hand toward her sister and waving her forward.
“COME ON, NYSSA!!!!” the Tempe Temptress shouts. “TAG ME IN!!!!”
A dull-eyed Nyssa manages to nod weakly in response to her sister’s words, and starts to pull herself along the ropes toward a tag like she had never needed in her life... when a hand clasps shut around her ankle. The crowd’s collective heart sinks as Adrianna starts to rise, lifting the younger Bloodwind’s stem with her. “You want to embarrass us?” the Greek Goddess asks. “Not a wise way to treat diviniiiiuuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”
The Nubile Navajo springs off her plant foot, her Ugg slicing through the air and connecting with Pappy’s temple. The desperation enziguiri frees her ankle, Adrianna tumbling over, knocking nearly senseless by the well placed boot. Nyssa likewise plummets to the canvas... and similarly remains motionless, both beauties sprawled on their stomachs. “NYSSA, PLEASEEE!!!!” Juliet pleads, climbing onto the bottom rope and leaning into the ring as far as she can.
Only it’s Adrianna who begins to stir in response, the Greek Goddess slithering toward her corner.
Her eyes almost welling with tears, the Tempe Temptress BEGS her sister, “MOVE, NYS! TAG... ME... IN!!!!”
Groaning, Nyssa starts to push herself up to her hands and knees... and immediately collapses, hitting the deck with another moan. Papadopoulos keeps dragging herself toward Pandora, winded but easily more ambulatory than her opposition.
Juliet‘s free hand strikes the top turnbuckle, as forcefully as she can. “NYSSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Nubile Navajo pushes up again... and manages to stay there. Unfortunately, she’s only managed a foot or two before Pappy tags the Beach Goddess. “Little girl,” Pandora mutters, drawing her exquisite form through the ropes, “you may THINK we’ve hurt you bad. But you don’t know pain. Not yet...”
The voluptuous blonde stalks her prey, navigating an ominous path to place herself between the sisters... when out of nowhere, Nyssa manages a dive toward her corner. Pandora’s eyes go wide, the Beach Goddess speeding up her stride--but even her ridiculously long legs can only take her so far, so fast.
‘SLAAAP!’
The Nubile Navajo’s hand meets the Tempe Temptress’, and Juliet Bloodwind EXPLODES through the ropes. Showing no concern at Pandora’s superior size, strength or resume, the elder Bloodwind charges the champ, and catches the Beach Goddess with forearm after forearm after forearm to her vaunted rack. Panny is forced into retreat, until her back hits the rubber coated steel. Taking the wrist of the reigning Tag and former World champion, Juliet sets her feet and attempts an Irish whip...
... but the Beach Goddess is done yielding. Digging in her heels, Pandora reverses the whip, launching Juliet toward the ropes. But the Tempe Temptress takes a page out of her sister’s book, leaping onto the middle rope and springboarding backward, catching Panny with a crossbody. As she collects Panny’s legs, the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Pandora kicks out.
Bloodwind the elder scrambles back to her feet, beating Pandora there--but not by much. Still, her margin of victory in the race allows the Tempe Temptress to vault off her feet, gaining impressive elevation with nary a running start. Her thighs clamping tight around Pandora’s skull, Juliet throws her weight back, taking the Beach Goddess off her feet with a standing hurricarana that ends with the Navajo warrior seated atop Panny’s incomparable chest, reaching back to hook her right leg...
(STANDING HURRICARANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCGsV0tNPrg )
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Pandora bucks loose.
Hairhauling the Beach Goddess off the mat, Juliet drags Pandora to the nearest corner and SLAMS the curvy blonde’s face into the top turnbuckle. She then shoves Panny back against the buckles before shuffling her feet, turning her right side to the reeling champion. When the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand, there’s a sharp intake of breath from the FAWNatics, in anticipation of perhaps the most feared chop in FAWN going up against one of the company’s most vaunted racks...
(KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8 )
Later tape study would indicate that fifteen chops landing in the first cluster, followed by another sixteen--by which point the Beach Goddess’ eyes are showing undeniable signs of moisture. “And THESE,” the Tempe Temptress snarls, her right hand pulling back once more, “are for Nyssa...”
EIGHTTEEN knife edge chops connect in a third round, Pandora’s bosom left a bright, bright BRIGHT red splotch of overlapping palm prints. Tugging Panny out of the corner by her wrist, Juliet sends the statuesque blonde on her way with an Irish whip, then marches out toward the center of the ring. And when the Navajo warrior sinks into a small crouch, there’s another gasp from the FAWNatics--this one of sheer disbelief. Pandora was four inches taller than Bloodwind, not to mention twenty-six pounds heavier. Surely, she WOULDN’T...
... because SURELY, she knew she COULDN’T...
“HO-LY SH!T!” the FAWNatics bellow. “HO-LY SH!T! HO-LY SH!T!”
The only possible explanation that made any sense was the pent up helplessness from watching her baby sister tortured, leading to a surge of adrenaline the likes of which FAWN had never seen. But gawddamn if the Tempe Temptress DIDN’T toss Pandora up onto her shoulders, catch her and secure the fireman’s carry, and then drop back with the most jaw-dropping pop-up Samoan drop of her career...
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig )
The only thing to stop the crowd’s awestruck chant is Juliet rolling over and hooking the far leg. At which point, the FAWNatics as one shout off a hopeful...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!”
While the fans had been able to conclude their count, the referee’s is the one that actually matters--and alas, his is broken up when Adrianna Papadopoulos smashes a boot into the Tempe Temptress’ upper back, knocking the Navajo off Pandora. Before she can press matters, however, Pappy is greeted by a knee to the midsection, thanks to a (somewhat) rejuvenated Nyssa Bloodwind. Pulling the Greek Goddess away from her sister, the younger Bloodwind snatches a wrist and sends Addy racing toward the near corner with an Irish whip, the buxom brunette only just managing to turn her back into the collision.
Meanwhile, Juliet peels Pandora off the mat, and from a little further away, she does the same with the Beach Goddess. Panny too manages to swivel, so that it’s her back that collides with the chest and belly of her fellow tag champion. Muscle memory then starts to compel the Tempe Temptress to reach for her sister’s wrist, but she stops herself. After everything Nyssa had endured tonight, culminating this signature double team by splashing her own sister just didn’t seem right.
“Maybe you should be the ‘bun’ tonight?” Juliet asks.
“Good idea,” Nyssa replies with a wry smile, and takes her big sister’s hand. Setting her feet, she launches the Tempe Temptress on her way toward an emphatic splash...
... but as she leaves her feet, Pandora leaves hers as well. Well, one of them, anyways. Her right leg rises off the canvas, her heel catching the elder Bloodwind underneath the jaw and snapping her head back. Nyssa’s eyes can’t help but follow her sister as the Tempe Temptress staggers away from the corner, her legs buckling. As a result, she misses the Beach Goddess spinning away from the corner...
... and she misses Adrianna surging away from the buckles, raising HER boot to catch the Nubile Navajo with a high front kick.
(HIGH FRONT KICK @0:05:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74U6J3B2jJQ )
Pappy’s foot DOESN’T miss, however--it damn near takes Nyssa’s head off as the Nubile Navajo is sent staggering back into the ropes. Her eyes are nearly vacant as the steel cables propel her back toward Papadopoulos, who dips a shoulder and shuffles Bloodwind the younger up into a fireman’s carry.
As Adrianna carries her cargo toward the ropes, Pandora zeros in on the stumbling Juliet, roughly shoving the Tempe Temptress’ head between her thighs and clamping on a tight standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the older Navajo’s belly, Panny hoists the former Tag and Intercontinental champion up onto her shoulders and into the stall position. Meanwhile, Pappy sends Nyssa’s calves flying to land across the top rope. And as Pandora sends Juliet PLUMMETING to the mat with a vicious powerbomb, Adrianna drops to her rump, Nyssa’s forehead savagely introduced to the canvas By the Gods!
(BY THE GODS!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-qCuoPQcJs )
Her work done for the moment, the Greek Goddess returns to the Three’s corner--but she only gets one leg through the ropes before Pandora offers her a tag. Pappy doesn’t need much further encouragement, and she accepts, drawing her succulent stem back through the ropes as Pandora approaches the mewling Nubile Navajo.
Tugging Nyssa up with a handful of hair, the Beach Goddess slips her head underneath the younger Bloodwind’s limp left arm, while her right slides underneath the Native American’s right wing. By now, the FAWNatics had witnessed enough Greek Tragedies to know what was in store for the Nubile Navajo--they could only pray that Nyssa had another miracle escape up her sleeve.
She doesn’t.
Pandora POWERS the smaller Bloodwind airborne, swinging upside down before she sits out, DRIVING the Nubile Navajo’s skull and shoulders practically THROUGH the mat. Nyssa is left in a tight matchbook, her senses utterly removed from her body by Pandora’s unstoppable finisher.
(GREEK TRAGEDY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD8FwEDXAMo )
Meanwhile, Adrianna Papadopoulos scoops Juliet Bloodwind up to her chest--at first seemingly for an innocent powerslam. But it’s not long before she’s worked the Tempe Temptress across her shoulder, in much the same way Nyssa had been when this match took a left turn for the challengers. She even charges toward the same corner before sending Juliet sailing off her shoulder, the Navajo warrior’s face striking the top turnbuckle with a chilling ‘THUNK!’ before she drunkenly stumbles back toward the Greek Goddess--and into a powerful Hand of Athena puts a momentary freeze on her heart.
The Tempe Temptress topples backward, landing in a loose starfish just a couple of feet to the side of her folded in half sister. As Pandora uses a boot to send Nyssa into a similarly boneless heap, Adrianna falls to her knees between the sisters--and places a hand atop each Bloodwind’s bosom. The referee checks both sets of shoulders, and then uses BOTH hands to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a deflated crowd, while Ashley Locke ascends the ringsteps with both tag belts. “Your winners, via pinfall... THHHEEE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Pappy maintains her posture, palming the bounties of the Bloodwinds as the Goddess of Love passes one title to Pandora. The Beach Goddess then settles in, standing just behind Adrianna’s right shoulder as Locke moves to her left. Panny places her left hand atop Papadopoulos’ right shoulder ad Ashley places her right hand on the buxom brunette’s left--and with their other hands, the blonde’s raises their titles to the skies, every Gladiatrix photog at ringside jostling to capture this moment from the perfect angle.
Those last eight words are MORE than enough to bring the crowd leaping to their feet, energized and ready to witness some carnage. And “carnage” appeared to be the operative word. Since forming their unholy union, the Three had been absolutely dominant in the tag team ranks, not only competing without a defeat--but to date giving very few indications that they COULD be defeated. Tonight, another team would step forward to try... but would the results be the same?
“Introducing first, the challengers,” the announcer resumed, once the FAWNatics have had a chance to give voice to their excitement. “Hailing from Tempe, AZ…”
And again, the crowd erupts with just those four words.
“… and checking in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-seven pounds… The Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo… they are themselves former FAWN Tag Team champions… Juliet and Nyssa… the BLOOOOOODWIIIINNNDDDD SIIISSSTTTEEERRRSSS!”
Juliet Bloodwind...
Nyssa Bloodwind...
The burst of cheers is electric as the PA system blasts Rage Against the Machine's ‘Testify‘. Within moments, the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo emerge atop the ramp, to a thunderous ovation for the sisters Bloodwind. Indeed, the roar is even louder than usual, in response to the elder Native American’s tag team variant ensemble. Her ring gear remains imitation deerskin, although the top has now been fashioned into more of a halter—albeit one that both displayed her cleavage and gave her bust a significant boost, and still bared a tremendous amount of her stomach. Meanwhile, she now sports the sort of “half loin cloth” that her younger sister had made famous. The pigtailed Juliet struts down the steel toward the ring, slapping hands with the fans sitting along the ramp.
Nyssa follows alongside, all smiles, likewise slapping hands with the fans as she does so. The raven-haired beauty is clad a faux deerskin halter, the shoulder straps eventually becoming two thin strings that crisscrossed her otherwise bare back. She also wears matching bikini bottoms, augmented by her ‘half loin cloth’ that descends to mid-thigh in the front, while failing to obscure the view of her exquisite derriere in the back. Ugg boots molded to resemble moccasins complete the ensemble. Nyssa nods approvingly as she caught sight of one particular sign, inscribed:
“A PAIR OF BLOODWINDS TRUMPS ANY THREE!"
At ringside, the pair complete their circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Their lap concluded, Juliet and Nyssa move quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the elder Bloodwind gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring. While the crowd reacted appreciatively to Juliet's exhibition, their volume only increases as Nyssa follow her partner's lead, the Nubile Navajo grinning as she sticks the landing flawlessly, both beauties now in the ring.
Elder and younger Bloodwind march to opposing corners, Juliet and Nyssa each hopping onto the middle buckle and saluting the crowd, before both the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo brings their hands to their bellies, flashing a double “discount double-check” that gets the FAWNatics to turn their dials all the way to ‘Eleven’.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the sisters with applause and appreciation, but their ovation is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
(“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I )
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopoulos... 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 Papadopoulos...
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopoulos. 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 Sisters 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?
There is perhaps one clue: Papadopoulos and Locke carry the straps over their shoulders, Pandora left free of any cargo.
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. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Pandora and Ashley slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions 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 Juliet and Nyssa--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the former Aphrodite withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter the ring, Ashley descends to the floor--but not before passing her strap to Pandora. The question of their make-up now settled, the Goddesses begins to discuss strategy as the official takes both titles, raising them to the rafters.
By this point in their careers, BOTH Bloodwinds were accomplished wrestlers in their own right. In addition to previous tag title reign, Juliet had recently held the Intercontinental championship while once “loveable loser” Nyssa was a TWO-time Lightweight champion. Still, the key word in Nyssa’s singles gold was “Lightweight”, meaning it to be a belt NONE of the three women across the ring were eligible to compete for. That little detail appears to make the decision for the Bloodwinds of who would start, as the Nubile Navajo takes up station in their corner.
Across the ring, their discussions concluded, Pandora slips through the ropes, ensuring that Adrianna would have HEFTY reinforcements on call, when and if she needed them. The bell sounds, and the Tempe Temptress and the Greek Goddess start moving toward center ring in opposing circles. “I’ve been remiss,” Papadopoulos remarks. “I never congratulated you for winning the Intercontinental title... or for finding an opponent you COULD beat for it.”
Juliet’s response is a mirthless chuckle, as she remembered their last encounter being the finals of a tournament to crown an Intercontinental champion. “You beat me for a belt,” Bloodwind retorts. “I’m about to beat YOU for a belt. We’ll be even.”
“We shall see.”
Without further adieu, the brunettes surge forward, tying up... and in spite of Bloodwind’s bravado, it’s Juliet who initially finds herself on the wrong end of things, Pappy forcing the Native American beauty back into the ropes. The official calls for a break... but Adrianna doesn’t seem particularly inclined. It’s not until the count of “FOUR!” that the Greek Goddess takes a step back...
... and as she does, Addy’s right hand shoots out, her palm BLASTING Juliet’s cheek with a bytch slap.
As Navajo Nation gasps in shock and disapproval, Adrianna just smirks. “You still haven’t learned,” Pappy says, “goddesses are to be revered.”
After giving her jaw a soothing side to side shift, Juliet mutters back, “I’ll keep that in mind, if I ever meet one.”
Shoving off the ropes, the Tempe Temptress charges the tag champ, and Adrianna readies herself to accept Bloodwind into another collar and elbow... only instead, Juliet ducks underneath Pappy’s arms, carrying on her way behind the Greek Goddess. Spinning on a dime, Bloodwind glues herself to Adrianna’s back, her arms wrapping around Pappy’s waist. Legs churning, Juliet drives the bigger, more buxom brunette chest and belly first into the ropes before rocking back and rolling the champion into a pinning predicament. Seated atop Pappy’s thighs, Bloodwind’s left hand rests against the small of Adrianna’s back to steady herself. But her right hand swings downward, and with each of the referee’s slaps of the mat, the Tempe Temptress swats Adrianna’s upturned buttocks...
(O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Papadopoulos bucks Juliet out of her saddle, the Greek Goddess’ cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment as she rolls through to one knee. Shame quickly gives way to fury as she glares at the Navajo warrior, but Juliet doesn’t back down. Far from it, she beckons Adrianna to rise with a wave of both hands. Pappy gives a small nod, rising to her feet...
... and then raising her right hand high overhead.
The invitation for a test of strength is quite unmistakable, and Bloodwind hesitates for only a moment before accepting. Cautiously, she raises her left arms, the brunettes’ fingers slowly lacing together. Adrianna then brings her left hand up, the Tempe Temptress raising her right to meet it. Both grips secured, the Greek beauty and the Native American warrior go to work--and, perhaps unsurprisingly, it’s Papadopoulos who asserts her will first, Juliet grimacing as her legs buckle.
Only Juliet doesn’t fight it. Instead, Bloodwind drops to her backside and rolls in reverse. When the Tempe Temptress gets back to her feet, she’s turned Pappy’s wrists over--and it’s the Greek Goddess who is sent crashing to her knees! A moment later, and the Tempe Temptress releases Adrianna’s right wrist. Pulling the tag champ’s left arm out to her side, Bloodwind swings a stem over the wing, the brings her rump SLAMMING down atop Papadopoulos’ shoulder.
Keeping the limb in her possession, the Navajo beauty yanks her foe up, then launches her toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Dipping as the voluptuous brunette charges back toward her, Juliet wraps her arms under Pappy’s left leg and rises. Falling back, Bloodwind deposits the Greek Goddess face and chest first to the mat with a flapjack.
(FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBtd_kmdaBA )
Popping back to her feet, Juliet bounces over to her corner, where the Nubile Navajo waits with an outstretched hand. Tag made, Nyssa vaults over the top rope, wasting no time in approaching Adrianna as the curvy brunette works her way up to a seated position. Dropping to one knee behind Pappy, Bloodwind plants the other knee firmly between the champion’s shoulderblades. The smaller brunette then reaches out and grabs Adrianna’s wrists, cranking back on the arms of Papadopoulos as she secures the kneeling surfboard.
(KNEELING SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtAEn4oQQzY )
“What do you say, Pappy?” the referee asks.
“I say,” Adrianna hisses, “that this pathetic mortal is going to regreeeuuuuUUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Not liking the tone of the Greek Goddess’ remarks, Nyssa gives her opponent’s captive arms another tug. The kneeling surfboard, after all, was a perfect way for the Nubile Navajo to go to work against her foe, as it all but nullified Adrianna’s size and power advantage. But knowing that it wasn’t likely to get her the ‘W’, Bloodwind releases the hold, yanking the Greek Goddess to her feet with a handful of hair. Reclaiming one wrist, Nyssa sets her feet and attempts to whip Pappy toward the far neutral corner...
... only for it to be reversed. Bloodwind the younger is sent sprinting toward the buckles at full speed, but instead of turning her back into any collision, Nyssa leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and springboards backward. Twisting her body in midair, her midsection strikes Adrianna’s torso, the crossbody sending both women crashing to the mat--with the Nubile Navajo draped atop her. As Nyssa hooks both legs, the referee slaps off the...
(REBOUND FLYING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVba8BTGqs )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Pappy kicks out.
And Nyssa is back on her feet like a shot. Not bothering to check and see if the Greek Goddess was beginning to rise, the Nubile Navajo turns and races into the near ropes. Luckily for her, Papadopoulos doesn’t seem to have much interest staying on the mat. Hopping onto the middle cable, Bloodwind flies toward her opponent, reaching out and wrapping an arm around the champ’s neck. Her momentum does the rest of the work for her, Nyssa’s legs swinging over Adrianna’s head as she yanks her down, DRILLING the brunette’s head into the mat with a springboard tornado DDT.
(SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKFvPmjOnjU )
Again, Nyssa springs to her feet. This time, she moves quickly toward her corner, slapping Juliet’s hand and bringing her sister back into the match. By the time the Tempe Temptress has slipped through the ropes, Adrianna has rolled over to her stomach--and Juliet knows EXACTLY what to do about that. Making her way to the feet of the Greek Goddess, Bloodwind stuffs Addy’s right boot behind her back knee, the pushes her left foot forward. Dropping to one knee, the Native American’s left thigh presses into Pappy’s calf, keeping her legs bound. Meanwhile, after threading the champ’s right arm underneath Juliet’s left, the Tempe Temptress slaps on the facelock that puts the ‘F’ in the cross-legged STF.
(CROSS-LEGGED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuktwGwGCnQ )
Before the official can even ask, Adrianna snaps out a, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” But if she had to endure this hold for a minute or more, that answer might soon change. With only one arm free to her, dragging her way toward the ropes--especially with the Tempe Temptress atop her--proves an arduous task. But after about twenty seconds of writhing and squirming, the Greek Goddess manages to coil her hand around the bottom rope.
“BREAK!” the ref shouts, and Bloodwind complies quickly. Hairhauling the brunette up off the deck, Juliet fashions both of hands into knife edges and strikes each side of Adrianna’s neck with a Navajo chop. As the Greek Goddess staggers toward the center of the ring, Juliet backpedals into Navajo Nation, tagging Nyssa back into the match. And together, the sisters return to Papadopoulos--Juliet stationing herself of Addy’s right side and Nyssa her left. Working in near perfect unison, the Bloodwind girls send open hand chops into Pappy’s bounty. They then follow up with simultaneous kicks to the backs of the Greek Goddess’ thighs which force her to kneel in a less-than-goddesslike fashion, before ending their barrage with a pair of dropkicks to the back that send Adrianna crashing to the canvas, face and chest first.
“C’mon, Jules,” the official chides her. “One in, one out. You know the rules.”
The Tempe Temptress nods, delaying her departure just long enough to nudge Pappy to her back with a boot. Meanwhile, the Nubile Navajo takes one step toward Papadopoulos and launches herself toward the rafters, showing off some incredible elevation from a near stationary beginning. Her standing shooting star press finds Adrianna’s wide-open midriff, the tag champ letting out a loud gasp as her legs fly into the air.
Again, Nyssa hooks both legs...
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOO!!!!!!
Adrianna kicks out.
“Don’t wanna stay down?” Nyssa grunts, rising to her feet and grabbing a handful of Pappy’s dark tresses. “Up you come, then.” Taking a wrist, the younger Bloodwind starts to send the Greek Goddess toward the far corner with an Irish whip--only again, Adrianna reverses it. Just as before, the Nubile Navajo chooses not to turn her back into the turnbuckles, but instead leaps toward them, one Ugg landing on the middle buckle and the other against the top. This time, Nyssa flips back toward her opponent, her feet rising toward the lights and her head pointed downwards, aiming her Bloodhawk Press at the voluptuous brunette...
(BLOODHAWK PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRpUTETSOIM )
Nyssa’s upper body meets Adrianna’s with a moist, meaty ‘THWACK’, the Greek Goddess’ arms wrapping around behind Bloodwind’s back... and after a momentary shimmy, Adrianna’s shapely gams steady themselves, the champion remaining alarmingly upright. With minimal difficulty, Papadopoulos shrugs Nyssa so that the Nubile Navajo’s belly rests across her right shoulder, Bloodwind’s legs hanging behind Pappy and kicking frantically. Since Nyssa had proven so stubborn on two occasions now, Addy opts to CHARGE toward the corner she had whipped Bloodwind toward--and as she draws near, the Greek Goddess TOSSES the Nubile Navajo off her shoulder, Nyssa’s face SLAMMING into the top turnbuckle with remarkable force.
Bouncing away from the impact, Bloodwind the younger lands on her feet, but her gait is anything but certain as she turns in a drunken semi-circle and begins to stagger back from whence she had come. Practically salivating, Adrianna sends her clinched right fist SLAMMING into the Nubile Navajo’s bosom in a thunderous heart punch.
And just like that, the Hand of Athena renders Nyssa Bloodwind slack-jawed and cross-eyed, the young Native American warrior managing another half step of a stumble before falling to her knees, and then pitching to her chest, potentially dead to the world. Adrianna looks down at the smoldering wreckage of the Nubile Navajo, as if trying whether or not to bestow any pity on this foolish mortal...
She then raises her head, glancing back over her shoulder at the Tempe Temptress... and flashes Juliet the most chilling smile.
Pappy moves her foot, only instead of using it to shovel Nyssa to her back, she places it atop the base of the younger Bloodwind’s spine. Transferring all her weight to that foot, Adrianna steps over the challenger, the Nubile Navajo offering a plaintive mewl as Addy strides to her corner, and slaps Pandora’s hand...
Casually striding over to the fallen Native American, displaying not the slightest care in the world, the Beach Goddess reaches down and claims a handful of hair. First pulling the diminutive brunette up to her knees, Panny then leans forward a little further, wrapping her arms around Nyssa’s waist. “Upsy daisy,” the former World champ sing-songs, hoisting Bloodwind up and swinging the Nubile Navajo up across her shoulder. She then reverses course, SLINGING Nyssa downward with all her might, driving Bloodwind into the mat with her aptly- named Dominator.
(DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg )
The impact sends a boneless Nyssa flopping onto her back, arms and legs splayed haphazardly. Pandora then goes into retreat, backing into the ropes and shooting back toward Bloodwind. Hopping into the air, the Beach Goddess lays out, dropping her stomach across Nyssa’s vacant-eyed features with her Tummy Tuck splash.
The referee slides into position for a count... and Pandora promptly rises off the challenger, earning a scowl from the zebra and the vocal condemnation of the FAWNatics. Yanking Nyssa up to rubbery legs with a handful of hair, the Beach Goddess dips a shoulder and reaches through Bloodwind’s thighs, muscling the Nubile Navajo up onto her shoulders and into a torture rack. Alas, the torture was only beginning, as after a moment Pandora launches Nyssa from her shoulders and into the air. As Nyssa descends, Pandora genuflects, the Native American beauty’s spine coming down brutally across Panny’s posted knee.
(ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER @0:55:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k )
“Come on, Pandora,” the official barks as the Beach Goddess rises back to her full height. “Finish this.”
Panny just shrugs her shoulders. “Spoilsport,” the voluptuous blonde pouts, then places a boot atop Nyssa’s bosom.
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Nyssa sends a loosely balled fist flying into the air. The motion isn’t powerful enough to dislodge Pandora’s boot from her bounty, but it does manage to elevate her shoulder off the canvas.
“Well, I tried,” the Beach Goddess sighs breezily, raising her foot... and then bringing it down onto Bloodwind’s belly. “Not MY fault she’s a moron.” Shifting every ounce of her one hundred and fifty-one pounds onto the Nubile Navajo’s abdomen, Pandora walks across the challenger.
“GYYYYUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Nyssa half gasps, half moans, her knees rising up toward her midsection as her arms flop across her tummy.
Pandora strides to her corner and tags the Greek Goddess back into the contest. Scraping the remains of Nyssa Bloodwind off the mat, Papadopoulos nudges her head up and underneath the Nubile Navajo’s right arm, then wraps HER arms around the smaller brunette’s waist. Straightening up, Addy lifts Nyssa into the air, swinging her around before she drops to one knee, Bloodwind ending up on the receiving end of another vicious backbreaker.
(SPINNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE )
Rather than apply the cover, Papadopoulos stands, stooping down to claim a wrist and pull Nyssa’s virtual deadweight off the mat. If the Greek Goddess had released Bloodwind’s wrist, it was an almost certainty that the Nubile Navajo would simply collapse again. Instead, Addy gives that wrist a SAVAGE yank forward, while at the same time raising and extending her right arm. The result is a DEVASTATING short-arm clothesline that flips the sweat-soaked Native American 270 degrees through the air before she crashes into a sprawl, face down and motionless.
Rising to her knees, Adrianna looks down, taking in the devastation she and Pandora had wrought--and she sees that it is good. Wiping her hands, the Greek Goddess pushes to her feet and takes Nyssa’s wrist a second time. On this occasion, rather than pull the Nubile Navajo up to noodled legs, she drags Bloodwind to in front of the nearest neutral corner. Lining her opponent up to her exact specifications, Pappy departs to the apron, the scales the ropes to the top turnbuckle. While she might be known for her size and strength, Papadopoulos wasn’t without some agility, which she puts on display when she takes flight, pumping her body in midair as she descends toward Nyssa with her Fire from Olympus frogsplash...
... which connects, Nyssa’s eyes threatening to pop out of her skull before they roll back to whites. Adrianna languidly remains atop the Nubile Navajo, her right arm slipping underneath Bloodwind’s neck as the official slides into position...
ONE...
TWO....
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
In the challengers’ corner, Juliet Bloodwind slips a leg through the ropes, though if she was being completely honest, the gesture was less to make the save and more to prevent any further piling on with her overmatched sister. But before the referee can conclude his count, Adrianna sits back on her haunches, pulling the Nubile Navajo up with her. The Tempe Temptress sends an icy glare the Greek Goddess’ way, but Pappy simply smiles.
Rising, Addy hauls Nyssa up along with her--then stuffs Bloodwind’s face into her decolletage! Even the denial of life-sustaining oxygen only manages to send a few weak spasms through the Native American’s arms, such is the toll this battle has already taken on her, her legs buckle with each step Papadopoulos takes toward the Three’s corner. Once she’s close enough, Pandora reaches over the top rope and pats Adrianna’s shoulder, tagging herself back into the contest.
Taking that as her cue, Pappy breaks off the front sleeper and pushes Nyssa back against the turnbuckles. Almost immediately, Bloodwind begins to slump toward a seat... but before she can fully collapse, Pandora takes a step onto the bottom rope and THRUSTS her bronzed belly into the Nubile Navajo’s greasy features, forcing Nyssa to do a little Navel Gazing.
Traditionally, referees in FAWN tended to provide A LOT of leeway to the competitors--one of the forms that would usually take would be waiting a few moments when one woman had another in the corner before counting. But considering everything Nyssa had been through tonight, this official starts counting right away--and perhaps counts a little faster than he ordinarily would. Right on “FOUR!” the Beach Goddess steps back, the Nubile Navajo plopping to a seat in the corner and gasping for air.
Claiming one more helping of raven tresses, Pandora tugs the Nubile Navajo up--and then TOWARDS her, dipping slightly as she wraps her arms around Nyssa’s waist. When she straightens up, the shorter Nyssa (by a good half-foot plus) is easily brought off her feet as Panny cinches in a bearhug. Instinct compels Bloodwind to bring her legs up, slipping them over the hips of the Beach Goddess in an effort to absorb some of the pressure.
“What do you say, Nyssa?” the ref asks.
Nyssa says nothing--not because she’s already unconscious, but because she understands that EVERY breath she has left is too precious to waste. Instead, the Nubile Navajo gives her head the feeblest of shakes, just to let the official know that she had NO intentions of surrendering.
“Come on, Nyssa,” the referee replies, almost pleading with her. “You don’t have anything to prove here...”
Her eyes fluttering, Nyssa pants a barely audible, “Not... giving... uuuUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHFFFUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
That last word, or what passed for one, is rendered considerably louder by a ruthless constriction of Pandora’s pythons. Nyssa throws her head back as that word is transformed into a senseless moan... and as her voice begins to trail off, Bloodwind’s gams start to melt away from Panny’s waist.
“Nyssa?” the official asks. Again, he receives no answer. A shrug of Pandora’s arms sends the Nubile Navajo’s head lolling forward, her face plummeting into the Beach Goddess’ cleavage... and when that development merits barely a twitch from Bloodwind, the ref takes Nyssa’s wrist and raises her arm.
It falls ONCE...
It falls TWICE...
It falls THREE TIMENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nine-tenths of the way down, Nyssa’s arm regain tension, her arm trembling but remaining aloft. A moment later, and the Native American’s left arm begins to rise as well. Panny bears down a little harder, but Bloodwind’s wings continue to rise. In the Navajo Nation corner, Juliet finds herself torn--between the desire to become a champion again, and the even more primal desire NOT to see her sister suffer anymore.
But even as Pandora keeps squeezing, Nyssa’s arms keep elevating--and then, they fashion into pointed elbows, which swing into the Beach Goddess’ ears with all the force that she can muster. Amazingly, it proves enough to pop the lock on Panny’s bearhug. Adrenaline? Or had Pandora simply not been prepared for the blow. Either way, the Nubile Navajo was free--and stumbling back into the ropes. It was the opposite direction from her corner, but maybe the cables could make up for some of the strength the Three had sapped from her...
... but whatever Nyssa might have wanted to do becomes irrelevant when Pandora catches her with a MASSIVE clothesline. Bloodwind somersaults through the air, again landing face and chest down. “Bytch is just asking for the MOTHER of all beatdowns,” the Beach Goddess snarls, then saunters to her corner, where Adrianna waits for a tag.
Legal again, the Greek Goddess slides through the ropes and lounges in her corner, waiting for the spent Nubile Navajo to start fighting her way back to her feet. After all, the little idiot had demonstrated time and time again she was too stupid to realize when she was done. Sure enough, after a few moments, Bloodwind doesn’t disappoint... and Papadopoulos rushes toward her, catching Nyssa in the bell with an Old World Kneelift that drops the proud Native American down to her knees.
(OLD WORLD KNEELIFT @1:32:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74U6J3B2jJQ )
Pulling the breathless Navajo up with a handful of hair, Adrianna launches Nyssa into the far corner with a massive whip. If Bloodwind’s arms hadn’t spilled over the top rope, she would have tumbled to a seat. Instead, she’s served up on a platter for Papadopoulos. The curvaceous brunette moves to the opposite corner, then sprints toward the Nubile Navajo, launching herself in an avalanche splash that would start the Greek Combo...
... but instead finds an EMPTY CORNER, Nyssa rolling clear along the ropes. Again, the cables keep the younger Bloodwind on her feet, sagging against them--which is better than can be said for Pappy, who tumbles to her knees, one arm swaddling her bosom and the other hugging at her tummy. Suddenly, for the first time in a long time, the FAWNatics have hope. They leap to their feet, imploring the exhausted Native American beauty to push past her fatigue and start moving. Juliet joins their efforts, urgently stretching her hand toward her sister and waving her forward.
“COME ON, NYSSA!!!!” the Tempe Temptress shouts. “TAG ME IN!!!!”
A dull-eyed Nyssa manages to nod weakly in response to her sister’s words, and starts to pull herself along the ropes toward a tag like she had never needed in her life... when a hand clasps shut around her ankle. The crowd’s collective heart sinks as Adrianna starts to rise, lifting the younger Bloodwind’s stem with her. “You want to embarrass us?” the Greek Goddess asks. “Not a wise way to treat diviniiiiuuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”
The Nubile Navajo springs off her plant foot, her Ugg slicing through the air and connecting with Pappy’s temple. The desperation enziguiri frees her ankle, Adrianna tumbling over, knocking nearly senseless by the well placed boot. Nyssa likewise plummets to the canvas... and similarly remains motionless, both beauties sprawled on their stomachs. “NYSSA, PLEASEEE!!!!” Juliet pleads, climbing onto the bottom rope and leaning into the ring as far as she can.
Only it’s Adrianna who begins to stir in response, the Greek Goddess slithering toward her corner.
Her eyes almost welling with tears, the Tempe Temptress BEGS her sister, “MOVE, NYS! TAG... ME... IN!!!!”
Groaning, Nyssa starts to push herself up to her hands and knees... and immediately collapses, hitting the deck with another moan. Papadopoulos keeps dragging herself toward Pandora, winded but easily more ambulatory than her opposition.
Juliet‘s free hand strikes the top turnbuckle, as forcefully as she can. “NYSSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Nubile Navajo pushes up again... and manages to stay there. Unfortunately, she’s only managed a foot or two before Pappy tags the Beach Goddess. “Little girl,” Pandora mutters, drawing her exquisite form through the ropes, “you may THINK we’ve hurt you bad. But you don’t know pain. Not yet...”
The voluptuous blonde stalks her prey, navigating an ominous path to place herself between the sisters... when out of nowhere, Nyssa manages a dive toward her corner. Pandora’s eyes go wide, the Beach Goddess speeding up her stride--but even her ridiculously long legs can only take her so far, so fast.
‘SLAAAP!’
The Nubile Navajo’s hand meets the Tempe Temptress’, and Juliet Bloodwind EXPLODES through the ropes. Showing no concern at Pandora’s superior size, strength or resume, the elder Bloodwind charges the champ, and catches the Beach Goddess with forearm after forearm after forearm to her vaunted rack. Panny is forced into retreat, until her back hits the rubber coated steel. Taking the wrist of the reigning Tag and former World champion, Juliet sets her feet and attempts an Irish whip...
... but the Beach Goddess is done yielding. Digging in her heels, Pandora reverses the whip, launching Juliet toward the ropes. But the Tempe Temptress takes a page out of her sister’s book, leaping onto the middle rope and springboarding backward, catching Panny with a crossbody. As she collects Panny’s legs, the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Pandora kicks out.
Bloodwind the elder scrambles back to her feet, beating Pandora there--but not by much. Still, her margin of victory in the race allows the Tempe Temptress to vault off her feet, gaining impressive elevation with nary a running start. Her thighs clamping tight around Pandora’s skull, Juliet throws her weight back, taking the Beach Goddess off her feet with a standing hurricarana that ends with the Navajo warrior seated atop Panny’s incomparable chest, reaching back to hook her right leg...
(STANDING HURRICARANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCGsV0tNPrg )
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Pandora bucks loose.
Hairhauling the Beach Goddess off the mat, Juliet drags Pandora to the nearest corner and SLAMS the curvy blonde’s face into the top turnbuckle. She then shoves Panny back against the buckles before shuffling her feet, turning her right side to the reeling champion. When the Tempe Temptress draws back her choppin’ hand, there’s a sharp intake of breath from the FAWNatics, in anticipation of perhaps the most feared chop in FAWN going up against one of the company’s most vaunted racks...
(KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8 )
Later tape study would indicate that fifteen chops landing in the first cluster, followed by another sixteen--by which point the Beach Goddess’ eyes are showing undeniable signs of moisture. “And THESE,” the Tempe Temptress snarls, her right hand pulling back once more, “are for Nyssa...”
EIGHTTEEN knife edge chops connect in a third round, Pandora’s bosom left a bright, bright BRIGHT red splotch of overlapping palm prints. Tugging Panny out of the corner by her wrist, Juliet sends the statuesque blonde on her way with an Irish whip, then marches out toward the center of the ring. And when the Navajo warrior sinks into a small crouch, there’s another gasp from the FAWNatics--this one of sheer disbelief. Pandora was four inches taller than Bloodwind, not to mention twenty-six pounds heavier. Surely, she WOULDN’T...
... because SURELY, she knew she COULDN’T...
“HO-LY SH!T!” the FAWNatics bellow. “HO-LY SH!T! HO-LY SH!T!”
The only possible explanation that made any sense was the pent up helplessness from watching her baby sister tortured, leading to a surge of adrenaline the likes of which FAWN had never seen. But gawddamn if the Tempe Temptress DIDN’T toss Pandora up onto her shoulders, catch her and secure the fireman’s carry, and then drop back with the most jaw-dropping pop-up Samoan drop of her career...
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig )
The only thing to stop the crowd’s awestruck chant is Juliet rolling over and hooking the far leg. At which point, the FAWNatics as one shout off a hopeful...
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!”
While the fans had been able to conclude their count, the referee’s is the one that actually matters--and alas, his is broken up when Adrianna Papadopoulos smashes a boot into the Tempe Temptress’ upper back, knocking the Navajo off Pandora. Before she can press matters, however, Pappy is greeted by a knee to the midsection, thanks to a (somewhat) rejuvenated Nyssa Bloodwind. Pulling the Greek Goddess away from her sister, the younger Bloodwind snatches a wrist and sends Addy racing toward the near corner with an Irish whip, the buxom brunette only just managing to turn her back into the collision.
Meanwhile, Juliet peels Pandora off the mat, and from a little further away, she does the same with the Beach Goddess. Panny too manages to swivel, so that it’s her back that collides with the chest and belly of her fellow tag champion. Muscle memory then starts to compel the Tempe Temptress to reach for her sister’s wrist, but she stops herself. After everything Nyssa had endured tonight, culminating this signature double team by splashing her own sister just didn’t seem right.
“Maybe you should be the ‘bun’ tonight?” Juliet asks.
“Good idea,” Nyssa replies with a wry smile, and takes her big sister’s hand. Setting her feet, she launches the Tempe Temptress on her way toward an emphatic splash...
... but as she leaves her feet, Pandora leaves hers as well. Well, one of them, anyways. Her right leg rises off the canvas, her heel catching the elder Bloodwind underneath the jaw and snapping her head back. Nyssa’s eyes can’t help but follow her sister as the Tempe Temptress staggers away from the corner, her legs buckling. As a result, she misses the Beach Goddess spinning away from the corner...
... and she misses Adrianna surging away from the buckles, raising HER boot to catch the Nubile Navajo with a high front kick.
(HIGH FRONT KICK @0:05:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74U6J3B2jJQ )
Pappy’s foot DOESN’T miss, however--it damn near takes Nyssa’s head off as the Nubile Navajo is sent staggering back into the ropes. Her eyes are nearly vacant as the steel cables propel her back toward Papadopoulos, who dips a shoulder and shuffles Bloodwind the younger up into a fireman’s carry.
As Adrianna carries her cargo toward the ropes, Pandora zeros in on the stumbling Juliet, roughly shoving the Tempe Temptress’ head between her thighs and clamping on a tight standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the older Navajo’s belly, Panny hoists the former Tag and Intercontinental champion up onto her shoulders and into the stall position. Meanwhile, Pappy sends Nyssa’s calves flying to land across the top rope. And as Pandora sends Juliet PLUMMETING to the mat with a vicious powerbomb, Adrianna drops to her rump, Nyssa’s forehead savagely introduced to the canvas By the Gods!
(BY THE GODS!:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-qCuoPQcJs )
Her work done for the moment, the Greek Goddess returns to the Three’s corner--but she only gets one leg through the ropes before Pandora offers her a tag. Pappy doesn’t need much further encouragement, and she accepts, drawing her succulent stem back through the ropes as Pandora approaches the mewling Nubile Navajo.
Tugging Nyssa up with a handful of hair, the Beach Goddess slips her head underneath the younger Bloodwind’s limp left arm, while her right slides underneath the Native American’s right wing. By now, the FAWNatics had witnessed enough Greek Tragedies to know what was in store for the Nubile Navajo--they could only pray that Nyssa had another miracle escape up her sleeve.
She doesn’t.
Pandora POWERS the smaller Bloodwind airborne, swinging upside down before she sits out, DRIVING the Nubile Navajo’s skull and shoulders practically THROUGH the mat. Nyssa is left in a tight matchbook, her senses utterly removed from her body by Pandora’s unstoppable finisher.
(GREEK TRAGEDY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD8FwEDXAMo )
Meanwhile, Adrianna Papadopoulos scoops Juliet Bloodwind up to her chest--at first seemingly for an innocent powerslam. But it’s not long before she’s worked the Tempe Temptress across her shoulder, in much the same way Nyssa had been when this match took a left turn for the challengers. She even charges toward the same corner before sending Juliet sailing off her shoulder, the Navajo warrior’s face striking the top turnbuckle with a chilling ‘THUNK!’ before she drunkenly stumbles back toward the Greek Goddess--and into a powerful Hand of Athena puts a momentary freeze on her heart.
The Tempe Temptress topples backward, landing in a loose starfish just a couple of feet to the side of her folded in half sister. As Pandora uses a boot to send Nyssa into a similarly boneless heap, Adrianna falls to her knees between the sisters--and places a hand atop each Bloodwind’s bosom. The referee checks both sets of shoulders, and then uses BOTH hands to slap off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a deflated crowd, while Ashley Locke ascends the ringsteps with both tag belts. “Your winners, via pinfall... THHHEEE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Pappy maintains her posture, palming the bounties of the Bloodwinds as the Goddess of Love passes one title to Pandora. The Beach Goddess then settles in, standing just behind Adrianna’s right shoulder as Locke moves to her left. Panny places her left hand atop Papadopoulos’ right shoulder ad Ashley places her right hand on the buxom brunette’s left--and with their other hands, the blonde’s raises their titles to the skies, every Gladiatrix photog at ringside jostling to capture this moment from the perfect angle.