Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 2:43:10 GMT
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit, and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Desert Divas, would you please give a warm Orlando welcome to the REIGNING Desert Divas Tag Team champions... Charlotte Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, otherwise known as... AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ begins to play over the sound system. Still not quite full-time members of the main roster--and probably wouldn’t be so long as they held those straps from out west--Charlie and Skye had put in a number of appearances in Orlando, and while neither had yet to claim a 'W’ in this particular ring, their talent and spunk had already won both women a considerable following...
”STYLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Just a couple of moments later, a stunning, bedimpled young blonde bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, the crowd remarkably manages to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd would have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms are moving, perhaps Charlie spots a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands are clasped behind her back, and she looks up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts make it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, springing to their feet. The duo unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye hand their belts to the referee before moving to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear. It’s safe to say that neither youngster had even been given an opportunity THIS big before--with an emphasis on “big.”
The FAWNatics continue to shower the newcomers 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 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 slackjawed 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: Pandora and Locke, the two-thirds of FAWN’s imposing three headed monster that had vanquished the Big Guns for the belts, carry the straps over their shoulders.
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 Beach 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 Dawson and Mitchell--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to Albuquerque.
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 Papadopoulos. The matter of which duo of the Three would compete tonight settled, all that remains is determine which one would start the match. And the answer to that question comes when the Beach Goddess slips out of the ring, leaving Adrianna to commence matters.
Across the ring, one might have expected trepidation among two smaller, less experience women to face off with these specimens--but anyone who thinks that hasn’t been paying attention to these two. There is a spirited discussion between Charlie and Skylar, but neither is looking to duck the responsibility of beginning the match. Eventually, the blonde manages to win her case, Skye departing with a supportive pat to Dawson’s back.
And that prompts the bell.
Charlie and Addy each move out of their corners, the Darling of the Desert Southwest moving purposefully and her opponent in a far more leisurely fashion as they begin to circle. Each pass closes the distance between them, blonde and brunette coming to a halt at mid-ring... where Papadopolous suddenly drops to one knee, raising her right hand into the air with a haughty smirk.
Whether the offer of a test of strength or her kneeling to do it bothers the crowd more is difficult to say, but regardless the FAWNatics unleash a torrent of boos on the Greek Goddess. For her part, rather than raise a hand to meet her foe’s, Charlie folds her arms across her chest, bow lips pursed in annoyance. But in the next instant, the blonde acts. Pappy being on one knee leaves the opposite foot exposed, and Dawson quickly delivers a stomp to that boot, transforming the audience’s jeers into cheers. As Adrianna yelps in pain, Charlie snatches two handfuls of hair to stabilize the Greek Goddess’ noggin before delivering a kneelift under the jaw that sends the brunette tumbling to her back.
Knowing that wouldn’t keep her down long, and knowing that keeping these women down was CRUCIAL to their hopes of springing the biggest upset in FAWN history, Charlie wheels and races into the ropes. Rebounding back toward the rising but still doubled Papadopolous, Dawson catches her by the noggin and does her best to detach Addy’s head from her shoulders via a twisting neckbreaker!
TWISTING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbAF-gzgIBY
Springing quickly to her feet, the diminutive blonde grabs an ankle, grunting slightly as she drags the voluptuous Greek Goddess a little deeper into Sweethearts territory. With Papadopolous in position, Charlie turns and offers her hand to Skylar, who readily slaps it. Tag made, the Li’lest Mitchell grabs the top rope, rocks back and vaults herself onto the rubber coated steel. From there, Skye launches herself impressively into her namesake, cocking an elbow as she descends and driving the pointy joint into the cleft of Adrianna’s impressive bosom.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFLvh7N3i-E
Popping back to her feet, the Li’lest Mitchell tugs Adrianna up and attempts to whip her into the ropes, but the Greek Goddess digs in and reverses the whip. As Skylar hurtles back toward her, Papadopolous dips starts to scoop her opponent up, possibly intending to deliver a sidewalk slam. But instead, as she’s hoisted off her feet, Skylar kicks her legs higher into the air, more forcefully than her dark haired foe had anticipated. That proves enough for Skye to break loose of Pappy’s grasp, allowing her to swing around the tag champ’s shoulders. As she does, Mitchell wraps an arm around Addy’s neck and throws her weight backwards, dropping to the mat and SPIKING Pappy’s skull with a satellite DDT!
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI78bSbpTAk
The Li’lest Mitchell quickly scrambles atop her opponent, reaching to hook a leg...
ONE...
Before she can secure a grip, however, Adrianna forcefully kicks out. Undeterred, Skylar grabs a handful of hair and yanks Pappy toward her corner, tagging out to the Darling of the Desert Southwest. Together, Charlie and Skye whip Pappy into the ropes, and together, the Desert Divas tag champs connect with a double dropkick that catches the Greek Goddess in the chest, sending Papadopolous crashing to the deck. Skye quickly rolls toward the ropes to leave the ring, while Charlie kips up and swings her back to the curvaceous brunette. In the blink of an eye, Dawson launches herself in a beautiful springboard moonsault, hooking one of Pappy’s gams as the referee slides into position...
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elm70NVy1ic
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!!
Again, from the Sweethearts’ perspective, the key to this match is pressing the tempo and keeping the bigger women on the deck, so Charlie doesn’t argue the count. Instead, she turns and sprints into the near ropes. Bounding back toward the rising Pappy, Dawson leaps toward her foe, swinging her body to face the canvas as her legs slip around the hips of the Greek Goddess. The Darling of the Desert Southwest then starts to swing herself through Adrianna’s legs, hoping to claim the victory and the titles with a Casadora Victory Roll...
CASADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
... only the Greek Goddess’ arms suddenly wrap tightly around Charlie’s waist, halting the smaller blonde in mid downward swing. Then, with a forceful grunt of exertion, Adrianna forces Dawson into full reverse, falling backward and SLAMMING the challenger into the mat with a wheelbarrow suplex that leaves the Darling of the Desert Southwest flopping and clutching at her traumatized neck.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eg_71oU_U1c
And with Charlie thus incapacitated, Adrianna rises, saunters to her corner, and tags in Pandora...
The Beach Goddess slips through the ropes, but doesn’t rush over to the fallen blonde. Instead, Panny is content to hang back in her corner, watching as Charlie struggles to her feet--her back to the Three’s corner. As soon as Dawson begins to turn, however, Pandora EXPLODES out of her corner, those ridiculously long legs carrying her toward the challenger at incredible speed, her outstretched arm SLAMMING into Charlie’s sternum and depositing the Darling of the Desert Southwest flat on her back once again.
Pandora stands over the splattered Dawson, and the contrast between her and Charlie couldn’t be more pronounced. One was one of the most adorable yet least experienced women in the company, while the other was amongst the sultriest and most dominant figures FAWN had ever known. Outside of the blonde hair, the two might very well have nothing else in common. Pulling Dawson up with a handful of hair, Pandora keeps her foe doubled over as she wraps her arms around Charlie’s midsection. Showing off her incredible strength, the Beach Goddess swings the challenger up onto her shoulder, then DRIVES her to the canvas, face and chest first with the aptly named Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
As Dawson spills over onto her back, Panny takes a small step away from her opponent before performing an oh so tiny hop into the air, the Beach Goddess rising just enough to allow her to lay out and drop her belly across Charlie’s face with her Tummy Tuck splash. The referee gets ready to slide down to apply the count, but instead, Pandora pushes up and struts toward her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of Adrianna.
“You two brats would make a fool of me?” the Greek Goddess mutters as she peels Dawson off the canvas. “Believe me when I say, there are NO bigger fools in FAWN than those who think they can take the titles from the Three...” She doesn’t given the pint sized blonde much of a chance to respond before sending Charlie hurtling toward the near corner with a mighty Irish whip. Dawson gives a loud cry when her back SLAMS into the buckles, her arms spilling over the top rope and keeping her upright...
... which does the Darling of the Desert Southwest no favors when Papadopolous CRASHES into her, Charlie buried underneath one hundred and thirty-eight pounds of voluptuous Greek flesh. When Pappy takes a step back, Dawson’s arms drop to embrace her gulping tummy--and when Charlie’s legs quake, the diminutive blonde drops to her backside. As all of this has transpired, Adrianna has made her way to the opposite corner, and once the challenger takes a seat, she takes off toward her foe, delivering a WICKED running knee to Dawson’s forehead.
And again, Pappy retreats to the far corner, only to turn on a dime and charge the fallen Charlie a second time. This time, the Greek Goddess leaves her feet and swivels her hips, catching the Darling of the Desert Southwest flush in the mug with a running hip attack. Adrianna bounces away from the collision, but only one step. She then lets her weight fall back toward the corner, draping her arms over the top rope as she grinds her glutes into Charlie’s face, adding a stinkface to complete her Ultimate Greek Special.
Pulling away, Adrianna turns and takes a handful of Charlie’s golden mane, guiding the youngster on her hands and knees away from the corner. Trading in her grip on Dawson’s locks for one on her wrist, Pappy then reels the blonde into a MASSIVE shortarm clothesline that turns the challenger upside down and damn near inside out. And as the Darling of the Desert Southwest settles into a puddle of flesh on her back, Papadopolous probably could have scored AT LEAST a two and seven-eighths with a cover. But forsaking that, the brunette casually strolls to her corner, tagging in Pandora.
The Beach Goddess slides into the ring and saunters over to Charlie, who has only just managed to roll over and start pushing up to her hands and knees. Hairhauling the young blonde back to verticality, Panny drags Dawson to mid-ring before sending Charlie racing toward the corner once again. And if Charlie had thought getting buried by Pappy’s splash had been bad, she’s in for an education when Pandora’s one hundred and fifty-one pounds SLAMS into her with a full head of steam behind it, practically the instant after the challenger’s back strikes the buckles. And even though her arms again flop limply over the top rope, Dawson starts to slump toward a seat regardless.
But before she can collapse, Panny steps onto the bottom rope, pressing into Dawson and using her weight to keep the young blonde semi-upright. Unfortunately for Charlie, this also means that the rookie winds up on the receiving end of a faceful of smooth, bronzed tummy cutting off her air. The Beach Goddess forces her foe to do a little Navel Gazing for about ten seconds, which is all it takes for Charlie’s thrashing to begin to fade. At that point, Panny hops down from the bottom rope and takes a step back, turning her attention toward the Sweethearts’ corner. “Guess you got ALL the brains in your family, huh?” she asks Skylar. “Letting your ‘friend’ take your beating as well as hers...”
Skye ignores the barb. “C’mon, Charlie,” she urges her partner, the smaller blonde sagging against the ropes, clinging to them just to keep her footing. Mitchell waves Dawson toward her, and the Darling of the Desert Southwest starts pulling herself along the ropes toward her corner, Pandora simply content to watch her progress for the first few feet...
But then, the Beach Goddess steps in behind Charlie, grabbing a handful of the challenger’s waistband. Tugging on the elastic, Pandora pulls Dawson back into a harsh forearm to the lower back, Charlie crying out in anguish as her legs buckle. Before she can fall to her knees, however, Panny yanks the challenger back into a second forearm, then spins Dawson around and stuffs the blonde’s head between her thighs. Clamping down on the standing headscissors, the former World and reigning Tag champ wraps her arms around her foe’s waist and swings Charlie toward a perch on her shoulders, preparing to deliver a powerbomb that seemed guaranteed to end this fight...
... only Dawson manages to shift her weight to her left, meaning that instead of winding up in the traditional stall position, the smaller blonde’s back momentarily rests against Pandora’s right shoulder. Before the Beach Goddess can react to the misfire, the Darling of the Desert Southwest lifts her upper body as her legs slip underneath Panny’s arms. Gravity does the rest, allowing Charlie to violently flip the champion off her feet and ensnare the Beach Goddess with a Manami Roll!
MANAMI ROLL @9:19:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEmZIbDzFOg
ONE...
TWO...
THREE?
??
Pandora bucks loose, but had she done so in time. The FAWNatics don’t think so, and even Panny herself seems a little uncertain as she rolls through her knees, turning a fearful gaze in the official’s direction. But to her relief and the crowd’s disappointment, the referee only holds up two fingers. Satisfied that she was still the champion, Pandora turns toward her opponent...
... but as the Beach Goddess had sought confirmation that the Three’s reign was not over, Charlie had used the last vestiges of her adrenaline surge to DIVE toward her corner and SLAP the offered hand of Skylar Mitchell! As Panny pushes to her feet, the Li’lest Mitchell vaults over the top rope and charges the buxom blonde, leaping into a dropkick to the chest...
... that merely staggers Pandora. Skye kips up and pops off her feet a second time, this dropkick catching the Beach Goddess in the jaw, knocking her back a couple of steps toward the corner. But still, she doesn’t go down. Even so, she’s been staggered enough that an emboldened Skylar takes a wrist and attempts to whip Panny into the far corner...
No dice.
Digging in her heels, Pandora reverses the whip, Skylar now sprinting toward the corner at top speed. Much as she had done against Charlie, the Beach Goddess immediately takes off after her prey, intending to CRUSH the Li’lest Mitchell with an avalanche splash. But as she nears the corner, Skye lifts her arms, grabbing the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. Halting her momentum, Mitchell kicks her legs back into the air, capturing the charging Panny’s head between her sins. Mitchell then uses her sudden scissors to yank the Beach Goddess off her feet and to her knees, DRIVING her face first into the middle turnbuckle. Hanging down Panny’s back, Skylar uses her weight to keep Panny’s mug thrust into the leather padding of the buckle a few seconds longer, reveling in the roar of the FAWNatics.
TAR HEEL SMASH @0:59:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
Spilling away from the Beach Goddess, Skylar turns toward the Three’s corner--and toward an incredulous Adrianna Papadopolous. Mitchell immediately charges into the lion’s den, jumping into a forearm shot that sends the stunned Greek Goddess falling to the floor. Skye then turns and hops onto the middle turnbuckle of the champion’s vacated corner, turning in time to spot Pandora staggering her way. Leaping from her perch, the Li’lest Mitchell locks an arm around Panny’s neck and DRIVES the curvaceous blonde’s skull into the canvas with a diving DDT. And with the Beach Goddess quivering on the mat, Skye applies the cover, the crowd shouting along through the...
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora gets a shoulder up.
Springing to her feet, Mitchell waits until the blonde starts to stir, then wheels toward the far ropes. Rebounding off the cables, Skye captures the doubled Pandora’s noggin a second time, this time using her grip to lead the stooped tag champ toward the near ropes. Leaving her feet, Skylar lands on the middle cable, shoving off and SLAMMING the Beach Goddess’ mug into the mat with her springboard bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqWPGaB2ax0
Kipping up to a rocking house, the Li’lest Mitchell drops into a crouch and starts stomping her right boot, the FAWNatics turning the volume up higher in anticipation of Skye’s “Greetings from Charlotte” superkick... but after two stomps, Skylar seems to have second thoughts. This might be the best chance the Sweethearts have to claim the title, Skye understands, and giving up three-quarters of a foot to the Beach Goddess, she can’t be one hundred percent certain she can land her superkick flush. So as Panny struggles to rise, Mitchell pivots and races again toward the near ropes, leaping toward the middle cable to execute her Skye Dive springboard stunner...
But as Skylar leaps, so does someone else: Adrianna Papadopolous, from the floor. The Greek Goddess manages to secure a two-fisted grip on Skye’s locks before she begins her descent, which results in the Li’lest Mitchell being pulled down, throat first across the top rope. Skye’s feet slip to the mat, the challenger somehow managing to keep a measure of her balance as she staggers away from the cables, her right hand flying up to massage her reddened windpipe. But little does she realize that she’s navigating back toward Pandora, until the Beach Goddess slips an arm through her thighs from behind, scooping Skye to her chest before DRIVING her to the mat with her inverted front powerslam.
INVERTED FRONT POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qobwXL-whYo
Adrianna climbs back onto the apron, satisfied smile on her face--and receives a thankful nod from the kneeling Beach Goddess. Pandora pushes to her feet and lumbers to her corner,tagging out to the Greek Goddess. Returning to the ring, Pappy pulls the dazed Skylar up to her feet, then STUFFS the challenger’s face into her cleavage--only for a few seconds, not enough to knock the Li’lest Mitchell out, but certainly enough to intensify the fog engulfing her senses. Pulling the wide-eyed Skye’s head away, Adrianna takes a small step to the side, nudging her head under her foe’s left arm. Then, grabbing Skylar’s left thigh, Papadopolous muscles the Li’lest Mitchell onto her shoulders before falling back, executing a THUNDEROUS Olympus Slam.
OLYMPUS SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8nH8gbDiXs
Pappy shovels what’s left of Skylar to her back, draping herself across the youngster’s chest without hooking a leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Skye doesn’t kick out, but Charlie Dawson manages to land a diving double axehandle to the back of the Greek Goddess. It’s far from a debilitating blow, but it IS enough to dislodge Adrianna from Mitchell. Unfortunately for Dawson, before she can press matters, Pandora is on top of her, first driving a stomp into the smaller blonde’s back before she can pick herself, then hairhauling the Darling of the Desert Southwest to her feet. Before the referee can react, Panny locks Charlie’s head under her arm, grabs a handful of briefs and powers Dawson aloft--and HOLDS her there.
Meanwhile, Papadopolous gathers up the remains of Skylar Mitchell, scooping the youngster to her chest before shuffling Skye to lay across her shoulder. And as her partner CONTINUES to keep Charlie suspended, Adrianna rushes toward the Three’s corner. She tossing Mitchell from her shoulder, sending the challenger crashing face first into the top turnbuckle. Skylar tumbles to her feet, cross-eyed as she swivels back toward the Greek Goddess... and into the hammerlike heart punch that completed Pappy’s Hand of Athena! Skye’s eyes bulge before rolling back, Mitchell’s tongue slipping past her lips for a moment as she falls to her knees...
... and only when Skylar pitches forward onto her chest does Pandora drop Charlie, the Beach Goddess CRASHING onto Dawson’s chest with her delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0thUHAXAAOs but with stall
Pandora promptly settles into a seat atop Charlie’s face, locking Dawson in Pandora’s Box and ensuring that the young blonde doesn’t stick her nose into things any further. Rolling the challenger to her back, Pappy plants one palm atop Skylar’s belly and mashes the other into the Li’lest Mitchell’s left cheek, turning the rookie’s right to the mat and slightly fish-facing the youngster as she presses down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer tells a quieted capacity crowd, “your winners, via pinfall, the THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Adrianna rises to her knees as the official raises her hand, Pandora continuing to enjoy her young throne as Ashley Locke enters the ring with both belts. But with victory secured, the Beach Goddess soon rises, joining her fellow blonde in flanking Papadopolous. Pandora pushes the referee aside, replacing his grip on Addy’s wrist with one of her own while the one-time Goddess of Love raises the brunette’s other hand.
And once again, the Three had shown themselves a force to be reckoned with.
The FAWNatics do just that, turning things up to eleven as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ begins to play over the sound system. Still not quite full-time members of the main roster--and probably wouldn’t be so long as they held those straps from out west--Charlie and Skye had put in a number of appearances in Orlando, and while neither had yet to claim a 'W’ in this particular ring, their talent and spunk had already won both women a considerable following...
”STYLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
CHARLIE DAWSON:
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Just a couple of moments later, a stunning, bedimpled young blonde bursts through the curtains. Once the beaming Dawson arrives, however, the crowd remarkably manages to raise the decibel meter further still! And yet... despite the FAWN Arena’s capacity dwarfing the Left Turn by a factor of HUNDREDS to one, somehow their roar didn’t feel QUITE as loud to Dawson. But that doesn’t stop the youngster from bringing her hands up to her ears, covering them as if the roar might be painful--but the smile that remained planted on Charlie’s lips illustrated just how much she’s enjoying the moment. Blushing, the blonde motioned downward with her hands...
But even in Orlando, the capacity crowd would have none of it--especially not with her partner standing behind her, waving her hands UPWARD frantically, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. As frenetic as Skylar’s arms are moving, perhaps Charlie spots a bit of a blur out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to spin around...
The kid might be quick, but not quick enough. By the time she’s facing Skye, her fellow youngster’s hands are clasped behind her back, and she looks up toward the lights, whistling in pure innocence.
Charlie shakes her head at her partner before turning and taking off toward the ring. Skylar followed suit almost immediately. The Sweethearts make it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered her way--and ESPECIALLY the younger ones.
Finally, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, springing to their feet. The duo unzip their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipping off hers to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots.
(Old school FAWN fans might note the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs, and the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career...)
Charlotte and Skye hand their belts to the referee before moving to their corner, taking a moment to adjust their pads before stretching, preparing to for the opportunity to set the tag division on its ear. It’s safe to say that neither youngster had even been given an opportunity THIS big before--with an emphasis on “big.”
The FAWNatics continue to shower the newcomers 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 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 slackjawed 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: Pandora and Locke, the two-thirds of FAWN’s imposing three headed monster that had vanquished the Big Guns for the belts, carry the straps over their shoulders.
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 Beach 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 Dawson and Mitchell--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to Albuquerque.
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 Papadopoulos. The matter of which duo of the Three would compete tonight settled, all that remains is determine which one would start the match. And the answer to that question comes when the Beach Goddess slips out of the ring, leaving Adrianna to commence matters.
Across the ring, one might have expected trepidation among two smaller, less experience women to face off with these specimens--but anyone who thinks that hasn’t been paying attention to these two. There is a spirited discussion between Charlie and Skylar, but neither is looking to duck the responsibility of beginning the match. Eventually, the blonde manages to win her case, Skye departing with a supportive pat to Dawson’s back.
And that prompts the bell.
Charlie and Addy each move out of their corners, the Darling of the Desert Southwest moving purposefully and her opponent in a far more leisurely fashion as they begin to circle. Each pass closes the distance between them, blonde and brunette coming to a halt at mid-ring... where Papadopolous suddenly drops to one knee, raising her right hand into the air with a haughty smirk.
Whether the offer of a test of strength or her kneeling to do it bothers the crowd more is difficult to say, but regardless the FAWNatics unleash a torrent of boos on the Greek Goddess. For her part, rather than raise a hand to meet her foe’s, Charlie folds her arms across her chest, bow lips pursed in annoyance. But in the next instant, the blonde acts. Pappy being on one knee leaves the opposite foot exposed, and Dawson quickly delivers a stomp to that boot, transforming the audience’s jeers into cheers. As Adrianna yelps in pain, Charlie snatches two handfuls of hair to stabilize the Greek Goddess’ noggin before delivering a kneelift under the jaw that sends the brunette tumbling to her back.
Knowing that wouldn’t keep her down long, and knowing that keeping these women down was CRUCIAL to their hopes of springing the biggest upset in FAWN history, Charlie wheels and races into the ropes. Rebounding back toward the rising but still doubled Papadopolous, Dawson catches her by the noggin and does her best to detach Addy’s head from her shoulders via a twisting neckbreaker!
TWISTING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbAF-gzgIBY
Springing quickly to her feet, the diminutive blonde grabs an ankle, grunting slightly as she drags the voluptuous Greek Goddess a little deeper into Sweethearts territory. With Papadopolous in position, Charlie turns and offers her hand to Skylar, who readily slaps it. Tag made, the Li’lest Mitchell grabs the top rope, rocks back and vaults herself onto the rubber coated steel. From there, Skye launches herself impressively into her namesake, cocking an elbow as she descends and driving the pointy joint into the cleft of Adrianna’s impressive bosom.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFLvh7N3i-E
Popping back to her feet, the Li’lest Mitchell tugs Adrianna up and attempts to whip her into the ropes, but the Greek Goddess digs in and reverses the whip. As Skylar hurtles back toward her, Papadopolous dips starts to scoop her opponent up, possibly intending to deliver a sidewalk slam. But instead, as she’s hoisted off her feet, Skylar kicks her legs higher into the air, more forcefully than her dark haired foe had anticipated. That proves enough for Skye to break loose of Pappy’s grasp, allowing her to swing around the tag champ’s shoulders. As she does, Mitchell wraps an arm around Addy’s neck and throws her weight backwards, dropping to the mat and SPIKING Pappy’s skull with a satellite DDT!
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HI78bSbpTAk
The Li’lest Mitchell quickly scrambles atop her opponent, reaching to hook a leg...
ONE...
Before she can secure a grip, however, Adrianna forcefully kicks out. Undeterred, Skylar grabs a handful of hair and yanks Pappy toward her corner, tagging out to the Darling of the Desert Southwest. Together, Charlie and Skye whip Pappy into the ropes, and together, the Desert Divas tag champs connect with a double dropkick that catches the Greek Goddess in the chest, sending Papadopolous crashing to the deck. Skye quickly rolls toward the ropes to leave the ring, while Charlie kips up and swings her back to the curvaceous brunette. In the blink of an eye, Dawson launches herself in a beautiful springboard moonsault, hooking one of Pappy’s gams as the referee slides into position...
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elm70NVy1ic
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!!
Again, from the Sweethearts’ perspective, the key to this match is pressing the tempo and keeping the bigger women on the deck, so Charlie doesn’t argue the count. Instead, she turns and sprints into the near ropes. Bounding back toward the rising Pappy, Dawson leaps toward her foe, swinging her body to face the canvas as her legs slip around the hips of the Greek Goddess. The Darling of the Desert Southwest then starts to swing herself through Adrianna’s legs, hoping to claim the victory and the titles with a Casadora Victory Roll...
CASADORA VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
... only the Greek Goddess’ arms suddenly wrap tightly around Charlie’s waist, halting the smaller blonde in mid downward swing. Then, with a forceful grunt of exertion, Adrianna forces Dawson into full reverse, falling backward and SLAMMING the challenger into the mat with a wheelbarrow suplex that leaves the Darling of the Desert Southwest flopping and clutching at her traumatized neck.
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eg_71oU_U1c
And with Charlie thus incapacitated, Adrianna rises, saunters to her corner, and tags in Pandora...
The Beach Goddess slips through the ropes, but doesn’t rush over to the fallen blonde. Instead, Panny is content to hang back in her corner, watching as Charlie struggles to her feet--her back to the Three’s corner. As soon as Dawson begins to turn, however, Pandora EXPLODES out of her corner, those ridiculously long legs carrying her toward the challenger at incredible speed, her outstretched arm SLAMMING into Charlie’s sternum and depositing the Darling of the Desert Southwest flat on her back once again.
Pandora stands over the splattered Dawson, and the contrast between her and Charlie couldn’t be more pronounced. One was one of the most adorable yet least experienced women in the company, while the other was amongst the sultriest and most dominant figures FAWN had ever known. Outside of the blonde hair, the two might very well have nothing else in common. Pulling Dawson up with a handful of hair, Pandora keeps her foe doubled over as she wraps her arms around Charlie’s midsection. Showing off her incredible strength, the Beach Goddess swings the challenger up onto her shoulder, then DRIVES her to the canvas, face and chest first with the aptly named Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
As Dawson spills over onto her back, Panny takes a small step away from her opponent before performing an oh so tiny hop into the air, the Beach Goddess rising just enough to allow her to lay out and drop her belly across Charlie’s face with her Tummy Tuck splash. The referee gets ready to slide down to apply the count, but instead, Pandora pushes up and struts toward her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of Adrianna.
“You two brats would make a fool of me?” the Greek Goddess mutters as she peels Dawson off the canvas. “Believe me when I say, there are NO bigger fools in FAWN than those who think they can take the titles from the Three...” She doesn’t given the pint sized blonde much of a chance to respond before sending Charlie hurtling toward the near corner with a mighty Irish whip. Dawson gives a loud cry when her back SLAMS into the buckles, her arms spilling over the top rope and keeping her upright...
... which does the Darling of the Desert Southwest no favors when Papadopolous CRASHES into her, Charlie buried underneath one hundred and thirty-eight pounds of voluptuous Greek flesh. When Pappy takes a step back, Dawson’s arms drop to embrace her gulping tummy--and when Charlie’s legs quake, the diminutive blonde drops to her backside. As all of this has transpired, Adrianna has made her way to the opposite corner, and once the challenger takes a seat, she takes off toward her foe, delivering a WICKED running knee to Dawson’s forehead.
And again, Pappy retreats to the far corner, only to turn on a dime and charge the fallen Charlie a second time. This time, the Greek Goddess leaves her feet and swivels her hips, catching the Darling of the Desert Southwest flush in the mug with a running hip attack. Adrianna bounces away from the collision, but only one step. She then lets her weight fall back toward the corner, draping her arms over the top rope as she grinds her glutes into Charlie’s face, adding a stinkface to complete her Ultimate Greek Special.
Pulling away, Adrianna turns and takes a handful of Charlie’s golden mane, guiding the youngster on her hands and knees away from the corner. Trading in her grip on Dawson’s locks for one on her wrist, Pappy then reels the blonde into a MASSIVE shortarm clothesline that turns the challenger upside down and damn near inside out. And as the Darling of the Desert Southwest settles into a puddle of flesh on her back, Papadopolous probably could have scored AT LEAST a two and seven-eighths with a cover. But forsaking that, the brunette casually strolls to her corner, tagging in Pandora.
The Beach Goddess slides into the ring and saunters over to Charlie, who has only just managed to roll over and start pushing up to her hands and knees. Hairhauling the young blonde back to verticality, Panny drags Dawson to mid-ring before sending Charlie racing toward the corner once again. And if Charlie had thought getting buried by Pappy’s splash had been bad, she’s in for an education when Pandora’s one hundred and fifty-one pounds SLAMS into her with a full head of steam behind it, practically the instant after the challenger’s back strikes the buckles. And even though her arms again flop limply over the top rope, Dawson starts to slump toward a seat regardless.
But before she can collapse, Panny steps onto the bottom rope, pressing into Dawson and using her weight to keep the young blonde semi-upright. Unfortunately for Charlie, this also means that the rookie winds up on the receiving end of a faceful of smooth, bronzed tummy cutting off her air. The Beach Goddess forces her foe to do a little Navel Gazing for about ten seconds, which is all it takes for Charlie’s thrashing to begin to fade. At that point, Panny hops down from the bottom rope and takes a step back, turning her attention toward the Sweethearts’ corner. “Guess you got ALL the brains in your family, huh?” she asks Skylar. “Letting your ‘friend’ take your beating as well as hers...”
Skye ignores the barb. “C’mon, Charlie,” she urges her partner, the smaller blonde sagging against the ropes, clinging to them just to keep her footing. Mitchell waves Dawson toward her, and the Darling of the Desert Southwest starts pulling herself along the ropes toward her corner, Pandora simply content to watch her progress for the first few feet...
But then, the Beach Goddess steps in behind Charlie, grabbing a handful of the challenger’s waistband. Tugging on the elastic, Pandora pulls Dawson back into a harsh forearm to the lower back, Charlie crying out in anguish as her legs buckle. Before she can fall to her knees, however, Panny yanks the challenger back into a second forearm, then spins Dawson around and stuffs the blonde’s head between her thighs. Clamping down on the standing headscissors, the former World and reigning Tag champ wraps her arms around her foe’s waist and swings Charlie toward a perch on her shoulders, preparing to deliver a powerbomb that seemed guaranteed to end this fight...
... only Dawson manages to shift her weight to her left, meaning that instead of winding up in the traditional stall position, the smaller blonde’s back momentarily rests against Pandora’s right shoulder. Before the Beach Goddess can react to the misfire, the Darling of the Desert Southwest lifts her upper body as her legs slip underneath Panny’s arms. Gravity does the rest, allowing Charlie to violently flip the champion off her feet and ensnare the Beach Goddess with a Manami Roll!
MANAMI ROLL @9:19:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEmZIbDzFOg
ONE...
TWO...
THREE?
??Pandora bucks loose, but had she done so in time. The FAWNatics don’t think so, and even Panny herself seems a little uncertain as she rolls through her knees, turning a fearful gaze in the official’s direction. But to her relief and the crowd’s disappointment, the referee only holds up two fingers. Satisfied that she was still the champion, Pandora turns toward her opponent...
... but as the Beach Goddess had sought confirmation that the Three’s reign was not over, Charlie had used the last vestiges of her adrenaline surge to DIVE toward her corner and SLAP the offered hand of Skylar Mitchell! As Panny pushes to her feet, the Li’lest Mitchell vaults over the top rope and charges the buxom blonde, leaping into a dropkick to the chest...
... that merely staggers Pandora. Skye kips up and pops off her feet a second time, this dropkick catching the Beach Goddess in the jaw, knocking her back a couple of steps toward the corner. But still, she doesn’t go down. Even so, she’s been staggered enough that an emboldened Skylar takes a wrist and attempts to whip Panny into the far corner...
No dice.
Digging in her heels, Pandora reverses the whip, Skylar now sprinting toward the corner at top speed. Much as she had done against Charlie, the Beach Goddess immediately takes off after her prey, intending to CRUSH the Li’lest Mitchell with an avalanche splash. But as she nears the corner, Skye lifts her arms, grabbing the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. Halting her momentum, Mitchell kicks her legs back into the air, capturing the charging Panny’s head between her sins. Mitchell then uses her sudden scissors to yank the Beach Goddess off her feet and to her knees, DRIVING her face first into the middle turnbuckle. Hanging down Panny’s back, Skylar uses her weight to keep Panny’s mug thrust into the leather padding of the buckle a few seconds longer, reveling in the roar of the FAWNatics.
TAR HEEL SMASH @0:59:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vnKcZNWbp0
Spilling away from the Beach Goddess, Skylar turns toward the Three’s corner--and toward an incredulous Adrianna Papadopolous. Mitchell immediately charges into the lion’s den, jumping into a forearm shot that sends the stunned Greek Goddess falling to the floor. Skye then turns and hops onto the middle turnbuckle of the champion’s vacated corner, turning in time to spot Pandora staggering her way. Leaping from her perch, the Li’lest Mitchell locks an arm around Panny’s neck and DRIVES the curvaceous blonde’s skull into the canvas with a diving DDT. And with the Beach Goddess quivering on the mat, Skye applies the cover, the crowd shouting along through the...
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pandora gets a shoulder up.
Springing to her feet, Mitchell waits until the blonde starts to stir, then wheels toward the far ropes. Rebounding off the cables, Skye captures the doubled Pandora’s noggin a second time, this time using her grip to lead the stooped tag champ toward the near ropes. Leaving her feet, Skylar lands on the middle cable, shoving off and SLAMMING the Beach Goddess’ mug into the mat with her springboard bulldog.
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqWPGaB2ax0
Kipping up to a rocking house, the Li’lest Mitchell drops into a crouch and starts stomping her right boot, the FAWNatics turning the volume up higher in anticipation of Skye’s “Greetings from Charlotte” superkick... but after two stomps, Skylar seems to have second thoughts. This might be the best chance the Sweethearts have to claim the title, Skye understands, and giving up three-quarters of a foot to the Beach Goddess, she can’t be one hundred percent certain she can land her superkick flush. So as Panny struggles to rise, Mitchell pivots and races again toward the near ropes, leaping toward the middle cable to execute her Skye Dive springboard stunner...
But as Skylar leaps, so does someone else: Adrianna Papadopolous, from the floor. The Greek Goddess manages to secure a two-fisted grip on Skye’s locks before she begins her descent, which results in the Li’lest Mitchell being pulled down, throat first across the top rope. Skye’s feet slip to the mat, the challenger somehow managing to keep a measure of her balance as she staggers away from the cables, her right hand flying up to massage her reddened windpipe. But little does she realize that she’s navigating back toward Pandora, until the Beach Goddess slips an arm through her thighs from behind, scooping Skye to her chest before DRIVING her to the mat with her inverted front powerslam.
INVERTED FRONT POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qobwXL-whYo
Adrianna climbs back onto the apron, satisfied smile on her face--and receives a thankful nod from the kneeling Beach Goddess. Pandora pushes to her feet and lumbers to her corner,tagging out to the Greek Goddess. Returning to the ring, Pappy pulls the dazed Skylar up to her feet, then STUFFS the challenger’s face into her cleavage--only for a few seconds, not enough to knock the Li’lest Mitchell out, but certainly enough to intensify the fog engulfing her senses. Pulling the wide-eyed Skye’s head away, Adrianna takes a small step to the side, nudging her head under her foe’s left arm. Then, grabbing Skylar’s left thigh, Papadopolous muscles the Li’lest Mitchell onto her shoulders before falling back, executing a THUNDEROUS Olympus Slam.
OLYMPUS SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8nH8gbDiXs
Pappy shovels what’s left of Skylar to her back, draping herself across the youngster’s chest without hooking a leg...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Skye doesn’t kick out, but Charlie Dawson manages to land a diving double axehandle to the back of the Greek Goddess. It’s far from a debilitating blow, but it IS enough to dislodge Adrianna from Mitchell. Unfortunately for Dawson, before she can press matters, Pandora is on top of her, first driving a stomp into the smaller blonde’s back before she can pick herself, then hairhauling the Darling of the Desert Southwest to her feet. Before the referee can react, Panny locks Charlie’s head under her arm, grabs a handful of briefs and powers Dawson aloft--and HOLDS her there.
Meanwhile, Papadopolous gathers up the remains of Skylar Mitchell, scooping the youngster to her chest before shuffling Skye to lay across her shoulder. And as her partner CONTINUES to keep Charlie suspended, Adrianna rushes toward the Three’s corner. She tossing Mitchell from her shoulder, sending the challenger crashing face first into the top turnbuckle. Skylar tumbles to her feet, cross-eyed as she swivels back toward the Greek Goddess... and into the hammerlike heart punch that completed Pappy’s Hand of Athena! Skye’s eyes bulge before rolling back, Mitchell’s tongue slipping past her lips for a moment as she falls to her knees...
... and only when Skylar pitches forward onto her chest does Pandora drop Charlie, the Beach Goddess CRASHING onto Dawson’s chest with her delayed jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0thUHAXAAOs but with stall
Pandora promptly settles into a seat atop Charlie’s face, locking Dawson in Pandora’s Box and ensuring that the young blonde doesn’t stick her nose into things any further. Rolling the challenger to her back, Pappy plants one palm atop Skylar’s belly and mashes the other into the Li’lest Mitchell’s left cheek, turning the rookie’s right to the mat and slightly fish-facing the youngster as she presses down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer tells a quieted capacity crowd, “your winners, via pinfall, the THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
Adrianna rises to her knees as the official raises her hand, Pandora continuing to enjoy her young throne as Ashley Locke enters the ring with both belts. But with victory secured, the Beach Goddess soon rises, joining her fellow blonde in flanking Papadopolous. Pandora pushes the referee aside, replacing his grip on Addy’s wrist with one of her own while the one-time Goddess of Love raises the brunette’s other hand.
And once again, the Three had shown themselves a force to be reckoned with.