The Heartbreakers vs. the Exotic Empresses

No sooner had the ring been cleared from the previous contest, the arena’s sound system comes to life, pumping out an altogether new entrance anthem. But while the air fills with the sound of Sumo Cyco’s “Get Off”, the upcoming arrivals are anything BUT unfamiliar.

“GET OFF”:
STUDIO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvLLEAP0rGk
LIVE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AexMGrQu-vk

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Boulder, Colorado... She stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Backyard Highlight Reel… RILEY SHAYNE! And her partner, coming to us tonight from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen rockin’ pounds... She is AJ SWANN, and together, they are... the HEEEAAARRRTTTBBBRRREEEAAAKKKEEERRRSSS!!!!! ”

AJ SWANN:


RILEY SHAYNE:


Two figures emerge at the top of the ramp, one a blonde and tan blur of motion, darting to the edge of the ramp and rallying the crowd with a pumped fist, the other a more fair-skinned and multi-hued maned (predominately blues, purples and greens) similarly racing to the opposite edge of the stage and firing THOSE fans up. With the house roaring its approval, Riley Shayne and AJ Swann meet at the center of the stage, the duo exchanging a pair of high fives... and this fairly more sedate by comparison moment allows the crowd to realize that both Swann and Shayne have ditched their individual looks for a more uniform set of togs.

The blonde and multi-hued hotties each are dressed tonight in plaid mini skirts--predominately red in AJ’s case and blue for Riley--and white tank tops. But even with the more uniform look, the duo sport differences: AJ wears narrow red suspenders with her ensemble, Riley does not. Swann sports her trademark tattered fishnets, while Riley’s shapely gams are more exposed. And while the Hardcore Heartbreaker wears a gray sleeve on her right elbow, the Coloradical Kid sports one on her left. There are even differences in their similarities--Swann’s tank sports her cracked, bleeding heart logo at her bosom; Shayne’s chest is adorned with the emblem of a broken table. AJ sports her black, skeletal-print gloves and her ever-present bandana--aqua tonight--around her right wrist, while this evening Riley has opted to tie a white one around her left wrist. And both women wear white kneepads and boots.

Side by side, the young stars race down to the ring, Shayne winning the sprint and diving under the bottom rope first. Springing back to her feet quickly, the death-defying blonde throws up both hands. The blonde is CLEARLY amped for for tonight’s contest when she bellows, “YOU READY FOR A FIGHT, ORLANDO?!”

The crowd responds in an overwhelming affirmative.

The FAWNatics don’t appear to hold Riley’s eagerness to get in the ring against this up-and-coming union, as AJ performs a detour. Swann circuits ringside, slapping hands with as many fans as she can reach--and in fact, the Canadian cutie performs TWO laps, one on behalf of her partner.

Springing onto the apron, Swann pauses for a moment to wipe her boots, then slips a leg through the ropes. Pulling her frame through the cables in one swift motion, AJ all but bounces to the nearest corner, where she mounts the middle buckle and thrust both arms above her head--the crowd roaring even louder in response. The raucous reception from the FAWNatics leaves little doubt, they have forgiven her for the sin of being led astray--however momentarily--by the Malevolent Moralizer, Miranda Wainwright. Jumping down from the corner, AJ’s smile stays just as bright as she joins her young, blonde, enthusiastic compatriot, claiming their corner as they await the arrival of their opposition--and look to continue their recent winning ways.

With the Breakers having done their part to live up to their names, the fans are put in the mind of a bazaar in Morocco with Desert Ecstasy.

”DESERT ECSTACY”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDKojaqf90g

The arena darkens and colored lights swing wildly. Emerging from a puffy cloud of smoke, curtains parting, a bevy of muscled men are revealed, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. Four of the men are carrying an ornate bed, where a pair of veiled figures lay. The four men carry the bed down the aisle and toward the ring. The veiled females writhe on their cushioned platform. The men’s gaze never leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauties above.

The Ring Announcer makes the introduction, “And their opponents…at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-eight pounds…The Desert Flower…Alia Saad…and the Bollywood Bombshell…Amara Singh…They are the Exotic Empresses!”

ALIA SAAD:


AMARA SINGH:


Reaching the ring, the men sit the ornate bed down allowing the dusky beauties to exit. Alia’s shapely frame is clad in a white bikini with Arabic scrolled on the seat of her bottoms in a deep, arterial red. Her pads are a similar red, as are her boots with Arabic scrolled along the side. Amara is clad in a gold bra and matching harem pants, jewels glittering from her arms and wrists, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall down her back in wild waves, her dark copper skin glowing under the lights.

Ready to reestablish themselves as in the hunt to become the team that could at least challenge The Three, Amara and Alia climb the ring ignoring the rabble at ring side trying to distract them. The Empresses enter the squared circle, each taking a corner. They climb up and survey the arena, each bronzed beauty looking regal and ready. Dropping back to the canvas, Amara and Alia meet in the middle of the ring for a quick hug before heading to their corner.
There’s a brief discussion and it’s Alia exiting to leave the Empresses’ chances in the very capable hands of the Bollywood Bombshell.

The discussion on the other side runs a little longer, and proves a bit more spirited, as neither woman is particular anxious to begin this contest waiting in the rings. But before long, Swann manages to impress upon her partner the importance of opening the contest with the most experience and what passed for size in their partnership in the ring--especially after Alia Saad slides through the ropes. With a pout that was more for show than anything else, Riley slips out of the ring and onto the apron, prompting the official to call for the bell. With the match officially underway, the Hardcore Heartbreaker starts to move out into the ring, an intent eye on the Bollywood Bombshell, opting to initially lay back and wait for the bigger girl to make the first move.

Singh doesn't appreciate Swann's lack of initiative and raises her hands high, wriggling her fingers. "Let's see if your arms are any stronger than your aroma, Hot Topic." Amara glances up at her hands and then at the Heartbreaker. "If you mean to face you know who, you're going to have a little muscle," the Indian adds. Singh lowers the flexing digits so AJ can lace hers within them, ready to dive a bare heel into Swann's navel if the brat is stupid enough to take the bait.

"Got all the muscle I need, Apu," AJ replies with a smirk. "And just a little brain power, too." But if her words were meant as a refusal of the invitation, her actions don't match, the Canadian Cutie cautiously raising her right hand to meet Amara's left... only to draw it back. Instead, Swann begins elevating her left hand to interlace her fingers with Singh's... but again, she pulls that hand back just before their fingers meet. With the FAWNatics delighting in Amara's frustration, AJ at last brings both hands up, certain that she's gotten under the skin of the Bollywood Bombshell enough that she can...

"OOOOOOOOOPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Singh's foot shoots upward, catching AJ just below the bellybutton, lifting the multihued hair hottie's feet off the mat before dropping a now breathless Swann to her knees.

Amara grabs the rainbow to hold Swann's head in place and drives three battering knees between the eyes of the Hardcore Heartbreaker, AJ's head snapping back with each. "It's not good to be so disrespectful. Particularly to someone who can kick your ass." Amara yanks AJ to her feet and scoops an arm between her foe's legs, vaulting and turning AJ so she rests on Amara's right shoulder, ready for slamming. Singh, wanting to add a little extra 'oomph' carries the Heartbreaker a few steps toward the Empress corner, ready to add some power behind the slam to make a point it will be a long night for both the Breakers and their fans.

As Amara starts to carry her foe toward dangerous territory, AJ starts writhing across her shoulder--and perhaps, with senses not quite so dulled by that trio of kneelifts or lungs possessing just a bit more oxygen, the Hardcore Heartbreaker would have been able to wriggle her way free out of the backdoor. But Singh manages to keep her under control as she drops and DRIVES Swann to the mat with an emphatic slam. A moaning AJ's soles press flat against the canvas as she pushes her aching lower back away from the surface, the cool arena air providing her a little relief. But "relief" is the LAST word befitting the atmosphere among the FAWNatics, what with the Empresses taking control so quickly.

Amara sends a balled fist burying into the raised abdomen of Swann, causing a loud groan to escape AJ's lips as her arched spine flattens. The Indian beauty knee walks to Swann's throat and drapes a shin across, keeping her choke as subtle as she can manage while reaching a hand out for her partner. But the reddening face of Swann and her wild flails give the official a clue and he starts the count as Singh tags in Saad. The count reaches 'FOUR' only when Alia lifts off, ready to land in a senton across AJ's pale tummy.

It's an involuntary response that happens the moment Singh's shin lifts away from AJ's windpipe: as she draws in a loud, deeeeep gasp of air, her eyelids draw closed over eyes that had been bulging just an instant before. It's only a brief moment, but Alia Saad is only airborne for a brief moment before her back lands across Swann's midriff, knocking an even louder gust of air passed the Hardcore Heartbreaker's pouty lips than the inhale that had preceded it. As the Desert Flower bounces away, AJ rolls over, one arm falling outstretched in the direction of Riley Shayne--but there is unfortunately FAR too much distance separating Swann from her corner.

Each Empress snatches a wrist and "helps" AJ to her feet. They bully her to the ropes over the complaints of the referee and Riley. They duo race forward with Swann in tow and whip her to the far ropes, settling in the center for the rebound, which Swann does with great dispatch. Amara and Alia dip to grasp AJ at hip and thigh so they can launch the Heartbreaker heavenward for a a turbo-charged back body drop that might scrape Swann against the rafters before she plummets to the mat.

And finally, Amara and Alia appear to make their first miscue, lowering their upper bodies just an instant too soon, tipping the Hardcore Heartbreaker off to their intent. AJ responds by reaching out her arms, settling a hand on each Empress' shoulder so that she leaves her feet of her own accord, leapfrogging the Desert Flower and the Bollywood Bombshell before continuing on her way into the opposite cables. As she shoots back off the strand, Swann still finds herself with a pair of curvaceous roadblocks in her way, Alia and Amara having righted themselves and spun around to face her. So the rainbow haired hottie launches herself into the air, twisting her frame and hoping to take BOTH of her opponents down with a flying crossbody.

The crowd is pumped as Swann vaults into her splash, ready to erupt when she takes both Empresses down, but there are instantly crickets chirping when Alia and Amara catch Swann, the maneuver instantly recognized as ill-advised. Amara and Alia snicker as they keep the wriggling Swann in their grip, deciding what they want to do with their trapped cargo. But AJ's attempted effort becomes a bit more clear when Riley, who'd slipped into the squared circle during Swann's dive, races toward her captured teammate and delivers a dropkick to AJ's back that sends all three women tumbling, Singh and Saad to their backs. An excited official drops to the canvas and slaps the mat for...

ONE...
TWO...

... before the Empresses shove out from under AJ.

When the Hardcore Heartbreaker is sent tumbling off the Empresses, Riley starts to reach for Amara... only for the referee to wrap an arm around her waist and begin guiding the blonde back toward her corner. For a moment, emotion gets the better of the Coloradical Kid, and she protests Singh and Saad being able to work over AJ together with impunity. But every second she spends arguing with the zebra is a second that Swann CAN'T tag her in, and Shayne soon realizes that. Thankfully, though, her delay in exiting doesn't appear to have cost the Heartbreakers, as instead of looking for a tag, AJ has instead pulled Alia up to her feet. Taking the Desert Flower's right wrist in her left hand, the Canadian Cutie presses her left palm into Saad's back, spinning the Jordanian beauty away from her--and drawing Alia's arm across her own throat. Slipping back around in front of her foe, AJ reaches her free hand to grab Saad's left hip, hoping to stay on the offensive by executing her Pretty Noose.

PRETTY NOOSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0zv6ena8

Working quickly with the startled Alia, Swann tugs Alia into her intricate grip and, before Saad can counter or Singh can assist, Alia is sent cartwheeling through the air. She lands in an explosive collision with the canvas, skidding to a stop in a dazed spreadeagle. Unfortunately for Swann, Amara is ready for her foe to rise. She closes in from behind, pressing her chest tight to AJ's back. She quickly snakes her arms around Swann's head and neck in a sleeper grip, forcing the limbs tight to cut off the blood flow at both the carotid and the temple. A wide-eyed Swann struggles for freedom, perhaps not ready for Singh to transfer from sleeper hold to sleeper suplex before either AJ or the official can stop her from tossing the Canadian in the opposite direction before she exits.

SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g

Across the ring, Riley Shayne spots Amara nuzzling in behind her partner, which immediately undoes all the hard work the referee had done in convincing the Coloradical Kid to leave the ring and inspires her to try to push past him. But the five foot two, one-hundred and seventeen pound little blonde thing thing proves little match for the zebra, her efforts overcoming his restraints about as successful as AJ's before Singh bridges back and sends the Hardcore Heartbreaker slamming damn near FACE first into the canvas. The impact sends a cross-eyed Swann flopping over to her knees, remaining there for a heartbeat before she spills to her back, landing in a jellied heap. Amara reaches her corner perhaps a second before Shayne finally withdraws from the ring, the referee turning to find two laid out beauties attempting to collect their scattered marbles. When the Hardcore Heartbreaker manages to roll over and start pushing up to all fours, the FAWNatics begin to cheer, clapping in time with the stomps of the Coloradical Kid's right boot, Riley urging her partner toward her with a wave of her outstretched right hand...

Likewise, Alia starts to rise, though without the histrionics employed by the Kid. Instead, Amara calls in Arabic to her partner, one of the many languages she speaks fluently. Whether it is a request to tag her in or one to attack is not clear to most in the arena, but what becomes apparent is Saad is attempting the latter as she struggles to her feet and moves toward a rising AJ. Grabbing a wrist of the Hardcore Heartbreaker, Alia goes for a little payback, trying to yank the multihuednette into a shortarm clothesline that might send Swann through a similar spin cycle.

Shayne keeps on a-stompin', even as Alia hairhauls the rainbow-maned Swann up to rubbery legs. But both Riley's stomps and the crowd's claps are brought to an abrupt halt when Saad savagely tugs AJ toward an extended arm that SLAMS into her upper chest. The Hardcore Heartbreakers shapely legs sail right out from under her when her upper body is stopped dead in its tracks by the shortarm clothesline, Swann flipping and tumbling through the air with no coherent guidance, the Canadian Cutie landing in a jumble of arms and legs at the feet of the Desert Flower... and yet, remarkably, AJ soon starts to push up to her hands and knees once again. It would be cause for optimism with both Shayne and the spectators... if Swann wasn't facing the Empress' corner, and if her first hesitant stride didn't take her deeper into hostile terrain...

Singh provides the only ovation Alia is likely to receive for having turned Swann inside out with her clothesline. But clearly AJ is going to need significantly more convincing. With Swann crawling cluelessly toward the Empress corner, the Desert Flower follows behind with a sly grin, walking into a standing straddle of the multihuenette. A few steps away, she grabs AJ's shoulders and drops her pear-shaped derriere into the lower spine of Swann to Amara's great appreciation. With AJ flattened, Alia starts to post Swann's left arm over the bended knee of a crouching Saad, Alia on her way to making Swann her bytch courtesy a camel clutch FAR from the safety of Shayne if not the ropes. But Amara could guard those with a few well-placed kicks as Alia bent AJ's spine into a match-ending pretzel.

Alas, AJ receives a painful lesson when she makes her first attempt to reach the ropes. Her fingers had barely secured a grip before they find themselves sandwiched between the steel's rubber insulation and Amara's bare foot, Swann withdrawing the appendage with a sharp yelp. The official chides Singh for her actions, but her point had been made, the Hardcore Heartbreaker not reaching for the cables again--not even when Alia bends back further, arching her spine, her long dark locks falling to graze the canvas--and placing an excruciating strain on AJ's spinal column. Still, Swann waves off any request for a surrender.

After a dozen seconds of refusal, Saad grows tired of the torture. She uncups her palms from under AJ's chin and instead sinks them into Swann's scalp. Yanking AJ's head higher, the Desert Flower SLAMS the Canadian Cutie's mug into the deck to a groan from the crowd. Swann's noggin bounces off the deck, AJ's eyes noticeably glassy as her head wobbles. Alia dismounts, shoving the Heartbreaker's limbs off from over her knees. She rises and drives a boot into the base of AJ's spine. "Infidel," she mutters. She disrespects Swann with a well-placed step atop her lower backbone as she moves to Amara, tagging the Indian into the match. Singh slides through and together they pull a rubbery AJ to her feet. With each at Swann's side they proceed to SMASH Swann's face into the top buckle for a full TEN before Alia is forced to depart. Amara then turns AJ and slips behind her. Singh climbs to the middle ropes on either side of the corner and, controlling her foe with a handful of hair, presses her right knee tight to the back of AJ's braincase, ready to ride her down into a catastrophic face-flattening collision.

"C'MON, AJ!" Riley Shayne pleads from across the ring, her left hand reflexively tightening around the tag rope. Unfortunately, on the heels of that tenspot of turnbuckle smashes, the Hardcore Heartbreaker doesn't appear to even recognize that she's inside a ring at the moment, her eyes vacant on her jaw almost slack. However, that's a state of affairs which Amara Singh immediately takes steps to create, jumping from the middle rope and using her knee to ride Swann down to the canvas. It's hard to say which is worse, the faceful of thinly covered plywood that AJ is forced to eat, or the bony joint of the Bollywood Bombshell SMASHING down against the opposite side of her skull, but the combination of the two leaves the rainbow-haired hottie spasming on her stomach. And the hush that has fallen over the FAWN Arena grows even more pronounced, Amara Singh and Alia Saad having so far shown themselves to be if not every bit as dominant as the Three, then not particularly buried in their shadow.

Amara shovels AJ to her back and folds her into a double-legged matchbook upon which Singh takes a seat across the back of Swann's knees. With AJ's shoulders planted to canvas, Amara stares imperiously at a worried chattering Riley, the Bollywood Bombshell counting along with the ref's slaps of the mat.

ONE...
TWO...

Even with little hope of arriving in time, and absolutely zero chance of catching Singh unawares, the Coloradical Kid still threads a leg through the ropes to make the attempt...

THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From below the Bollywood Bombshell, AJ Swann manages to marshall up her strength--quite possibly every ounce of strength remaining within the Hardcore Heartbreaker--to buck her hips up against Amara. Singh isn't so much knocked from her perch as she is forced back to her feet, but that's still enough to break the Empress' contact with AJ, and to allow Swann to spill over onto her side.

Singh shows her disappointment with a barefoot stomp to AJ's ribs then reaches down to wrap her right set of digits deep in the multihued locks of the Hardcore Heartbreaker, in the midst of taking a Hardcore beatdown. Amara rips the ragdolled Swann to her feet and leads the demolished Canadian to the Empress corner. Saad sticks up a booted foot over the top cable and Singh SLAMS AJ's face into the sole, Swann's head whiplashing away from the impact, AJ turning and falling into the Bollywood Bombshell's arms. Amara seamlessly lifts Swann and genuflects, sending AJ CRASHING down across bended knee. This blasting of her spine draws a loud sob from Swann, the lambasting clearly wearing out even AJ's renowned stamina. Singh keeps Swann in place atop her knee, for not far away from a climbing Alia, Saad appearing as though she might leap with a leg drop and send AJ flipping into the air if/when she SMASHES down across Swann's neck.

"REF!" Riley shouts from her corner, feeling about as helpless as she had ever felt as an official--which gives her something in common with her partner. With Swann strapped tightly against Amara's knee, it appears the only possible reprieve for the Hardcore Heartbreaker is the zebra. And while he does point out the lack of a tag, his only other recourse is to start a count--and with Alia halfway to the top turnbuckle before it began, that's little help to Swann. Showing her complete disregard for the referee's authority, Saad takes flight, extending a well-shaped stem that catches AJ across her larynx. The multihuednette flops off Singh's knee, rolling to her back, feet kicking and stomping the mat as she reaches a hand to her throat.

Alia doesn't bother rising as she rolls her way out under the ropes and pulls her up to vertical. Singh considers the pin, but chooses to let Alia have the reward from her labor, reaching over the ropes and slapping hands with the Desert Flower. This time, and thankfully for fans of the Heartbreakers, Amara leaves without further incident, the Empresses having already used another successful double-team. Instead, Alia strides to the gasping, gagging Swann and considers what to do next to the forlorn Canadian. After a split-second of thought, Saad races to the ropes farthest from Swann, rebounds and sprints to AJ. Alia skips over and leaps into the middle rope. Grabbing the top version, she skillfully slingshots herself into a mini-moonsault, looking to CRASH her abs across those of the splayed Swann with her signature Jordanian Press.

The Hardcore Heartbreaker might not have had the strength to roll away after the drubbing she had endured, but she DOES possess enough strength to draw her knees up to her chest. Saad crashes down across the bumpy terrain, bouncing away and dropping to her back, hugging her impaled abdomen. And just like, the FAWNatics have reason to hope again--somewhat muted hope, as Swann remains on her back, her feet touching back down but keeping her knees raised toward the rafters. Sensing it might be now or never, Riley gives the top turnbuckle a couple of slaps, just long enough for the crowd to pick up her tempo, before climbing onto the bottom rope and leaning into the ring as far as she can with her hand stretched out. "WE GOT THIS, AJ," the Coloradical Kid shouts. "YOU JUST GOTTA TAG ME IN!!!"

Whether inspired by her partner's belief in her or not, the Hardcore Heartbreaker rolls over and digs her elbows into the mat, slowly dragging herself toward the corner, mewling every inch of the way.

Meanwhile, Alia gurgles as the knot in her belly slowly begins to loosen. Sensing the danger of letting a fresh Riley into the match for the first time, Amara shouts at Saad to make the tag. Alia makes her way to hands and knees and the race is on. AJ slithers along the canvas, her lead evaporating as the Desert Flower crawls to the outstretched hand of the Bollywood Bombshell. The slap of hands is met with a groan from the FAWNatics, Amara slipping through the ropes. But as she does, Swann dives to tickle her fingers across those of Shayne and the ref calls the tag a legal one. Amara races across the canvas as her blonde foe enters, looking to splash Riley into a greasespot against the buckles.

Singh's long legs carry the Bollywood Bombshell across the ring at a considerable pace, making it appear for all the world that the Coloradical Kid's time spent in the ring in a competitive state might be every bit as brief as her partner's had been. But rather than vacate the corner, Riley grabs the the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the turnbuckle, and demonstrates her "hops" by blasting off her feet. As Shayne's legs swing into the air, Amara can't halt her momentum, but she does lower her shoulder to avoid a collision with the diminutive blonde's soles... but that's not what Riley had intended at all. Instead, she drops her legs on the top rope in a wide 'V', then leans forward to wrap her arms around Singh's waist, aiming to turn this match around a BIG way--by scoring the one-two-three with a sunset flip.

CORNER COUNTER SUNSET FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvkmtCKrY1I

The backyard phenom goes old school. Flipping over Singh, she tugs the Indian grappler over with her. But while Riley ends on her backside, Amara tumbles to her shoulders. Stacked atop them between the extended legs of Shayne, Amara bicycles her lower limbs frantically for...

ONE...
TWO...

... and finally she kicks free of Riley's grasp, flopping over to her chest and pushing up to hands and knees, taking a quick look at the ref who holds up two fingers. "I am going to make what we did to AJ seem like a walk in the park", she hisses.

But it might have been wiser, instead of checking in with the official or making promises of vengeance, to keep her eyes on Riley, for as the Bollywood Bombshell rises from all fours to her knees, she turns directly into a low dropkick from the Coloradical Kid which puts Singh flat on her back. Kipping to her feet, the diminutive blonde doesn't waste a second before turning and sprinting into the near ropes. Bounding off the cables as Amara begins to rise, Shayne dives toward her, looking to connect with her corkscrew forearm smash.

CORKSCREW FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVu0LfoDhP4

Amara barely gets her feet beneath her when a sprinting Riley leaps dervish-style into the Indian beauty. In an airborne pirouette, Shayne LEVELS Amara with her forearm. Singh collapses to the canvas and is left looking up at the rafters blankly, blinking her dark eyes wide and massaging her jaw absentmindedly, apparently not sure where she is and who might still be zipping about.

Riley gives just a fleeting second's thought to going for the cover, but then opts against it. It seems safe to assume that the Empresses would need a little more softening up before they would be ready to be finished off. So the Coloradical Kid yanks Amara to her feet with a handful of hair and drags the Bollywood Bombshell into the Heartbreaker's corner. AJ was in no shape to tag back into the match, Swann laying on the apron and catching her breath, but Shayne isn't interested in leaving the contest just yet. After introducing Singh's face to the top turnbuckle three times in quick succession, Riley ducks and nudges her head between Amara's shapely thighs. And as the young blonde rises, she attempts to force her foe to climb onto the middle rope, hoping to set Singh up for a little Cliffdiving...

CLIFFDIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0BOBEeaBFY

Showing surprising strength for her size, the blonde backyard phenom lifts a startled Singh until her feet are placed on the middle ropes on either side of the corner. The still dazed Amara grasps the top with both hands, apparently believing Riley is going to rip her down, but Shayne is already on the outside. The Kid climbs up the outside of the corner and stands with her back turned to Singh. Amara lands a couple forearm shivers to Riley but a well-placed elbow ends the effort of the Empress. And Singh's hardly ready for what happens next as Shayne skies into a backflip that helps her RIP Amara off the ropes and SMASH her foe into the deck with incredible force. A demolished Singh bounces up to a seat before fainting back to the canvas, semi-conscious.

With the Hardcore Heartbreaker at last beginning to pull herself up to her feet along the ropes, Riley drapes herself across Amara's chest, hooking the leg for the ONE... TWO... As much as the crowd had been roaring, the Coloradical Kid could not hear Alia Saad charging toward her--but she can feel the vibration of the mat with each stride the Desert Flower takes. Judging it just right, Shayne drops Singh's leg and rolls away, leaving the Bollywood Bombshell's midriff wide open for the diving double axehandle that had been intended for the blonde's back. With Amara groaning and gasping for breath, Alia pushes up from her knees, looking down at her partner in horror for the blow she had struck...

... when Riley strikes a blow of her own, in the form of a dropkick to Saad's back, which sends her stumbling into and then THROUGH the ropes, crashing to the floor below. A whistle from the Heartbreaker's corner turns Shayne's head, allowing her to spy AJ sagging into the ropes, but calling for a tag. Riley hesitates...

... but only for a fraction of a second, before striding over and slapping Swann's outstretched hand. Instead of leaving the ring, however, the Coloradical Kid returns to Amara, apparently looking to show that she and Swann too could work some double team magic. Hairhauling the Bollywood Bombshell off the mat, Shayne whips her into the far corner, racing in after Singh and lowering a shoulder, DRIVING it into Amara's abdomen--and keeping it there, as the Hardcore Heartbreaker begins to sprint toward them as well. Again training her senses to overcome the FAWNatics drowning out the sound of Swann's footsteps, Riley waits until she feels her partner take flight, pulling away as AJ flies toward Singh in a crossbody...

... but that was only Stage 2. If the rainbow haired hottie could deliver on her end, she would remain laid out on the middle ropes, using her body to keep Amara trapped in the corner as Riley charged for the coup de grace, leaping over AJ to slam her knees into the chest of the Bollywood Bombshell.

The Indian grappler is nearly cut in half by Shayne's spear. Bugeyed, she gasps for breath, but the blonde removing her impaling shoulder is only a split-second of relief as the copper-skinned beauty is then the victim of a hardcore avalanche of the horizontal variety. The remaining breath bursts from the blasted Singh as the multihuenette lays into Amara at full speed, rocking the Empress from India to the foundations of her Taj Mahal. Whether Singh is fighting to get out from behind the pinning Swann is doubtful, but if she tries she gets nowhere fast. As opposed to Riley who leaps over the the low bridge of AJ, tucking her legs cannonball-style and BLOWING UP Singh with the full triple crown. As Riley bounces away and AJ slips through the ropes, Singh stumbles, gasping, hugging her bosom with one arm and her golden brown tummy with the other. She makes it a few steps before dropping to her haunches and, seemingly in slow motion, to her face.

"Alright, Riley," the referee barks. "You tagged out, you gotta get out of the ring."

"Just one second..." the Coloradical Kid says breezily, delaying her exit just long enough to nudge Amara over with a boot. AJ, meanwhile, scales her way toward the top turnbuckle, settling into a crouch as the Bollywood Bombshell groans and stirs. When Singh finally begins to push herself up to a seated position, the Hardcore Heartbreaker blasts off, drawing her knees up toward her chest as she descends, Amara's chest once again the target of a set of knees--this pair belonging to Swann.

METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRvgrTYD-TU

And again Amara catches a whole lot more Heartbreaker than she ever imagined or wanted. Swann tucks at the height of her leap but aims her knees at Singh's chest during landing, driving the joints into her foe's bosom, flattening Amara's gurls to her breastbone and rattling her frame altogether with the force of Swann coming back to earth from the stratosphere. AJ collects an errant raised leg of the Bombshell and keeps her in a cradled partial matchbook, Amara's pained face bracketed by Swann's legs for...

ONE...
TWO...

... and Alia, having recovered enough to see the end of her partner's bombardment, slips far enough in to place Singh's free leg over the bottom rope, Saad screaming at the official in time to prevent his third slap of the canvas.

The official might not have been wise to the Empress' treachery, but when AJ's gaze travels the length of Amara's gam to Alia on the floor sporting just the faintest hint of a smirk, the Canadian Cutie has more than enough suspicions for the both of them. Rising to her feet, Swann steps over the prone form of the Bollywood Bombshell, glaring down at the Desert Flower on the outside. "Way I see it," AJ mutters, "I still owe you a little, too. If you wanna step in here and get yours, too..."

"Woah, woah..." the referee interjects, moving close to the Hardcore Heartbreaker's left shoulder. "Amara's the legal woman. Amara's the one you need to worry about..."

But unknown to both the ref and AJ, and quite possibly to Alia as well, there's one more woman in this match--and that woman is sprinting in from behind AJ, Riley hoping her partner's slightly taller frame will shield her from Saad's notice. At least until she vaults into the air, pushing off of the rainbow haired hottie's shoulders to leapfrog Swann and fly toward the top rope, from where she hoped to bring the FAWNatics to their feet with a jaw-dropping springboard 450 plancha.

SPRINGBOARD 450 PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOjvaM1HyOQ

Alia isn't afraid to add her voice to the official's. But while the zebra admonishes, Saad threatens. "When I get in there, I will take you a part piece by piece. Be sure of that infidel." But with the Desert Flower intent on trash talking/distracting Swann from following up on her advantage, so Alia doesn't have a clue as to what the blonde Heartbreaker has in mind. From nowhere, Riley appears to the Jordanian Jewel. hopping over Swann while using her partner as a launching pad. Riley skillfully lands her boot leather on the top rope and flips HIGH into the air, somersaulting and careening down upon an unready, unsteady Saad. Alia collapses under the body of Riley, splattered to the floor, though the collision clearly takes something out of the Coloradical Kid. In the ring, a reeling Amara rolls up to her hands and knees and crawls for an exit, hoping to make it three out of four grapplers out on the cement floor.

Unfortunately for the Empresses, Amara's retreat is not quick enough, and she is flattened to her belly by a stomp to the lower back from AJ Swann. Stopping down, the Hardcore Heartbreaker gathers up Singh's ankles, then drops to her knees behind the feet of the Bollywood Bombshell. And when AJ attempts to pull those boots up and over her shoulders, the crowd--which at this point was still inundating Riley Shayne with chants of "HOLY SH!T!"--gets ready to heap some praise upon Swann. Amara's size advantage wouldn't be of much use to her, if the multihuenette could lock Singh into her Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me camel clutch.

HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLslYdXah28

Reduced to slithering on her chest and belly like a wounded cobra, Singh continues to make her way toward the ropes, but only for a moment before AJ collects both legs and slips between, placing them on her shoulders. Swann pushes forward on her knees, folding up the Bollywood Bombshell's legs in front of her. Her back already arched in an agonizing 'U' shape, the Hardcore Heartbreaker adds to the anguish by securing a crossface grip across Amara's flawless features. Singh yelps in pain, grasping at AJ's wrists, trying to pull her way out of the knot, Alia in no position to help the Indian Empress out of this predicament.

And if the Coloradical Kid had anything to say about it, Saad wouldn't be in much of a state to come to her partner's rescue for some time to come. Pulling the Desert Flower up to her feet, Riley reaches her right arm across Alia's considerable bounty, then ducks her head underneath the Jordanian beauty's not quite limp right arm. The young blonde then prepares to abruptly shift her weight backward, looking to fall to the floor and SLAM Saad's face and chest into the concrete with a reverse STO.

REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLUTjNyxWrE

Inside the ring, AJ Swann grits her teeth as Amara's nails dig into her skin, trying her best to endure the pain long enough to wring a submission out of the Bollywood Bombshell.

While the long ago BRA wrestler fights to survive AJ's sprung trap, Alia fights to stem the tide outside it. And, when Riley gets her arm strapped across Saad's chest, the Desert Flower whips a speedy series of elbows into the back of the blonde's skull to halt what might be a KO blow. Shayne's grip loosens and Alia slips free. Face to face, grasping Riley's shoulders, Alia tries to shove Shayne back-first into the steel barrier behind her and, if the backyard bytch went up and over, all the better.

Saad doesn't QUITE get her wish, as the Coloradical Kid stays very much on the combat side of the security barrier when her back slams into the railing. Instead, Shayne throws her head back with a yelp as her arms tumble over the steel, her legs buckling as Riley's rump slowly starts to sink toward the concrete floor. Meanwhile, inside the ring and unaware of the turn things have taken for her fellow Heartbreaker, AJ relinquishes her unique variant of the camel clutch, plunging a hand into Amara's raven tresses before yanking the Bollywood Bombshell back to verticality. Lifting Singh's right arm away from her body, Swann reaches her right arm across the Indian beauty's back, the Swann Song soon to play for the Exotic Empresses.

SWANN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_75kV8nPyo

AJ tugs the wincing Amara to unsteady feet and moves the Indian into position for a short trip to good night. But before Swann can swing her near leg up for the leverage she'd need to finish off Singh, Amara pivots around the Canadian's hip, swinging her free left arm around, sending a fist into the multihuenette's left kidney. The Hardcore Heartbreaker lurches forward, folding around the impact as she releases her grip on Amara's opposite wrist. Freed and vertical, Singh shoves Swann from behind to give her more room and time to reach the Empress corner. Saad is only just returning to the apron from her battle with the blonde backyard whiz. Hardly a hundred percent, she nonetheless accepts Singh's tag and slides through, lowering a left shoulder to bury it into AJ's chest as Swann spins to find one Empress replaced with the other and charging.

And as the Hardcore Heartbreaker turns, she is immediately caught by that shoulder of the Desert Flower, AJ lifted off her feet and folding across Saad's back. Showing a surprising adeptness to America's game, the Jewel of Jordan sees her tackle through, driving the Canadian Cutie down to the canvas, Alia's weight coming down HARD on Swann. And suddenly, the crowd is hushed, with memories of what Alia and Amara had done to the rainbow haired hottie still exceedingly fresh in the minds--probably fresher than AJ herself at the moment. Swann struggles to push out from underneath the Desert Flower, while on the floor Riley Shayne slowly crawls on all fours back toward her corner...

Swann struggles but succeeds in slipping out from under her foe and a reach for an ankle comes up empty for Alia. Both women push to their feet but Saad has the advantage, getting there first and behind the vertical AJ. Alia wraps her tawny arms around the pale midriff of Swann from behind, cinching her in tight, drawing a burst of breath from the Heartbreaker. The Desert Flower tries to lift for a belly to back suplex, but AJ blocks with a grapevining leg. She tries again. Blocked again. AJ stomps the toes of Alia and spins to face a grimacing Saad. But Alia steps forward and swaddles AJ's tummy again, this time chest to chest and belly to belly, preparing a suplex of another color.

Having been saved moments ago by her feet, it's now her hands that come to AJ's rescue, the multihuednette delivering a pair of strikes with her palms to Alia's ears that loosens her opponent's embrace. As Saad's arms fall away, Swann turns and charges toward the ropes. But instead of running into the cables at full speed, the Hardcore Heartbreaker dives into a handstand, rocking backward until her calves strike the top rope. The rubber coated steel propels AJ back into a flip toward Alia, her feet touching down JUST long enough to launch Swann airborne, the Canadian Cutie swinging her right boot toward Saad's temple with her Beautiful Disaster.

Alia readies herself for a return of Swann but the manner in which the Hardcore Heartbreaker does so leaves her hesitant, not sure exactly where AJ is going until Swann's right leg swings up from nowhere and connects flush with Saad's braincase. The Desert Flower spins in a 180 and wilts to her haunches, head wobbling from the Disaster. It's now Alia who reaches out for a tag, though the confused Saad does so toward an empty neutral corner. A recovering Amara tries to give Alia directions but it appears the Jordanian's gray matter may have been scrambled.

Though eventually, Singh's cries seem to penetrate the fog engulfing Alia's senses, the Desert Flower turning and stretching her right hand out for a tag...

... but as she does, a pair of hands wrap around her LEFT wrist, AJ using a sharp tug to send Saad spinning away from the Empresses' corner and toward her. Swann promptly drops Alia's wrist and lowers her shoulder, slipping an arm between Saad's succulent thighs. The Hardcore Heartbreaker then starts to straighten up, trying to muscle the Jordanian beauty up into a fireman's carry, from which AJ can DRIVE Alia's head and shoulders into the canvas with her Grunge Plunge.

GRUNGE PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjlEy4nxG94

Saad pops onto AJ's shoulders and the Desert Flower immediately seeks the back door, trying to slide down Swann's back. But AJ won't have it. Alia is glued in place, the Heartbreaker hopping center stage a couple times to jar some of the fight out of the Empress before she turns the Jewel to grunge. Flipping Alia in a quarter turn over her shoulder, Swann sits out and THWUMPS Alia to the deck between her extended legs. AJ quickly hooks a leg of the cradled Saad, Alia's shoulders flat to the mat, ass pointed to the rafters for...

ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!

The Jordanian kicks her way free with a split-second to spare. Amara shouts out a "TWO" as if almost to convince the official but he's already made the decision, holding a pair of fingers aloft.

Swann pops back to her feet and casts a quick glance over her shoulder toward the Heartbreakers' corner, which is now once again manned by the Coloradical Kid, the only lingering effects of Riley's collision with the guardrail being a slight grimace on her face--but the fire flickering in her eyes shows how much she wants another crack at the Desert Flower. Ready to oblige her, AJ skips over and slaps Shayne's hand, after which the diminutive blonde heads straight up to the top turnbuckle while Saad tries to scrape herself off the mat. With Alia on wobbly legs facing the wrong corner--from her standpoint, at least--Riley takes flight, hoping to ride Saad to the canvas with a diving Thesz Press.

DIVING THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzTounobVDI

A dazed Alia doesn't seem fully aware of her location or who's legal, but Riley makes that readily apparent in a hurry. The Kid skies toward Alia and knocks Saad silly, flattening the Flower. Alia's back and head SLAM against the thinly-covered plywood and Riley is quickly back up to her feet as Alia spasms on the deck. Unable to take any more of the Heartbreakers breaking her partner, Amara enters but makes the mistake of doing so with Singh still in the corner of Shayne's eye. As Amara prepares to deliver a double axehandle, Riley spins into a kick to Amara's chin that sends the Indian beauty flying between the ropes and to the floor. Turning back to Saad, Riley finds her up to one knee. She sinks her nails into the Flower's coppery locks to yank her up, but Alia has a forearm cocked to deflower the Backyard phenom.

With Shayne's hands already directed toward Saad's tresses, the combination of surprise and the Desert Flower's lower position proves insurmountable, Alia's blow swinging up between Riley's parted thighs and slamming squarely into her undefended crotch. Just like that, the Coloradical Kid's arms drop away from Alia, her hands moving toward her suddenly enflamed womanhood, the wide-eyed blonde's knee knocking as she manages a slight turn toward the Heartbreaker's corner. Shayne even manages one faltering step before her gams give way, Riley dropping first to her knees and pitching to her chest, her head at least pointed like an arrow in the direction of a nervously bouncing Hardcore Heartbreaker, AJ's right arm extended over the top rope. Alas, BOTH of Riley's hands remain buried underneath her, tending to extremely pressing concerns.

Alia remains on one knee, drawing in deep breaths for several seconds before she rises and sends a kick at AJ's outstretched hand. A pissed Swann makes a move and the ref instantly intercepts. Alia grabs Riley's flaxen locks with both hands and RIPS the groaning Kid to her feet, wrapping her foe up in a tight bearhug and belly-to-belly suplexing this Heartbreaker where she could not manage against AJ. Riley goes up and over, sliding to a pained stop no more than a few feet from the Empress corner. Saad can't scrambles to her feet and strides to her partner, handing off control of the match to Singh but remaining long enough to help pull Riley to her feet. Each Empress slips their head under a limp arm of the blonde and grabs a hipful of Shayne's trunks. They dip, ready to launch Riley into a elevated headstand between them, the Empresses planning on stalling out the Kid so all the blood races to her head before sending her over for the suplex finally and emphatically.

At least the official's count works in Riley's favor--which is a good thing, because even as that count reaches "FOUR!" Alia and Amara show little sign of not being able to keep the Coloradical Kid aloft for a bit longer. But the choice is out of their hands, so the Empresses topple backward, Shayne's back SLAMMED into the canvas HARD--hard enough to send Shayne shooting up to a seated position, her legs absently splayed, her eyes blinking rapidly. In their corner, AJ climbs onto the bottom rope, eagerly waving her partner to start crawling towards her. Instead, Riley tumbles in the opposite direction, collapsing flat on her back, starfished.

As Saad heads for the exit, a seemingly rejuvenated Bollywood Bombshell pushes to her feet, passing on the pin attempt to tug a reeling Riley with her. Guiding Shayne to a neutral corner, Amara snatches a wrist and pivots to aim the Heartbreaker at the far set of buckles. Singh tosses Riley on her way with an Irish whip and the blonde sprints across the canvas at warp speed, Amara already poised to follow and splash the Heartbreaker and, if Vishnu saw to it, turning her rump on the mug of the blonde to give the FAWNatics something much better than a Harlem Shake, her Harem Shake stinkface to the golden-haired cutie.

As Shayne hurtles across the ring, her head is beginning to clear, and a plan is beginning to form. As she starts to swivel into a back first collision with the turnbuckles, the Coloradical Kid prepares to grab the top rope and swing her legs through the gap between that and the middle cable. Just one problem: Singh is already on top of her, the Bollywood Bombshell's curvaceous frame crashing into Riley's before she can even maneuver herself into position to launch a pendulum kick at Amara's noggin. Sure enough, when her opponent takes just a small step back, the blonde's legs shimmy and give way, dropping the Coloradical Kid to her ample rump. And speaking of rumps, Singh soon puts hers to good use, thrusting her hips backward and griiiiiiiiinding her backside into Riley's mug. "Ref, get her off!" the Hardcore Heartbreaker snaps from her corner, a more demonstrative protest than her partner's hands slapping and pushing at Amara's thighs...

Singh waves at AJ while she keeps the harem pants and the taut ass filling them swabbing Riley's face in scrubbing figure-8s. "I've got another cheek for you, punk," Singh bellows at Swann before finally pulling dat ass back from Shayne, revealing a befuddled and greasy-faced Heartbreaker. Amara strides halfway to AJ before spinning on a dime and racing at Shayne, delivering a knee to the noggin to rock the Kid. The Bollywood Bombshell forces Riley to her feet and draws her away from the corner from behind with an arm around the blonde's throat. Reaching mid-ring, Amara shifts her grip subtly so she can force Riley into a backward arch, planning to remove the pep from the almost always energetic Coloradical Kid with a dragon sleeper.

With a near breathless Shayne giving up four inches and almost twenty pounds to the Bollywood Bombshell, it doesn't prove all that difficult for Amara to draw the Coloradical Kid back or to lace her arm across the blonde's throat. But as Singh starts to slip her fingers together, Riley appears to sense the danger that she's in, and she starts firing elbows back into Amara's midsection. Granted, having been all but starved of oxygen, those first connections aren't too solid, but they're enough to stun Amara... and with each elbow she fires, Shayne's barrage picks up a little extra oomph. It takes a baker's dozen before the Coloradical Kid can pop her head free and clear of Singh's noose, the blonde straightening up and locking dulled eyes on her partner's. AJ pumps a fist, stepping back onto the bottom rope and reaching out for a tag. Blinking, Shayne takes a quick step toward salvation... until Amara's hands plunge into her golden mane, the Bollywood Bombshell yanking back and RIPPING the smaller girl off her feet.

Singh looks down at the dazed blonde nodding her head at Riley and then at AJ. She walks atop Shayne's tummy to get in Swann's face. "The flash has worn off your pan, Swanny," Amara snarks, flicking an index finger at the tip of AJ's nose before spinning and walking back to Riley. Singh lowers to scoop the blonde off the deck when Riley squirms to life, tripping the Bombshell and yanking her down into a small package for...

ONE...
TWO...

... and Singh springs free. She pops to her feet and stomps a Ganges mudhole out of the turtling Riley, Shayne collapsing into a ball to save herself from the barrage of bare feet. Dragging Shayne out of the shell by her hair, Amara shoves the flagging Riley into the ropes behind her. She rebounds awkwardly toward Amara who sinks her toes deep into the tummy of the blonde. Her foe doubled, Singh tugs Riley's head between her copper-skinned thighs and clamps down. She wraps her arms around Shayne's gulping midsection, ready to vault Riley into the sky and onto her shoulders where she could take the phenom down hard with her signature PowerBollyBomb (powerbomb).

Muscling a woman the size of Amara Singh up and over for a backdrop from this position would have been a difficult task for a Riley Shayne who had a little more starch left in her. THIS Riley Shayne doesn't stand a chance, and the Bollywood Bombshell hoists her opponent up and astride her shoulders with minimal difficulty... but once the Coloradical Kid has taken that seat while occupying the stall position, her left hand grabs a stabilizing hold on the Indian beauty's ebony locks, while her right balls into a fist. With the desperation of woman who realizes who little chance she might have left should the PowerBollyBomb detonate, Riley starts firing punches at Amara's noggin--and the FAWNatics can only hope and pray those punches aren't connecting as weakly as a woman who had been punished so expertly by the Empresses might be expected to have left within her.

The power of the fists at the end of Riley's pumping arms isn't the most but the rapid fire of the combos is enough to prevent Singh from 'bombing' the blonde. Amara's arms slip from underneath the Heartbreaker's thighs and Shayne drops in front of the Indian grappler. Giving her head a rattling shake to clear it from Riley's barrage, Singh grabs for a wrist in order to go small and arm drag the blonde to the Empress corner, so Alia can perhaps chip in with putting down this little flaxen-haired pest once and for all.

But as dazed as she might be herself, Riley Shayne's head appears to be a little bit clearer--and her reflexes a little bit quicker, for as Amara reaches for her, the Coloradical Kid manages to snatch Singh's wrist first. Setting her feet, the diminutive blonde attempts an Irish whip, but the Bollywood Bombshell has regained enough of her wits to dig in and reverse the effort, launching Riley sprinting into the near ropes. Confident that Shayne's insurgence had been fleeting, Amara dips to scoop her prey into her arms, only as she starts to lift the Coloradical Kid off her feet, Riley's legs look to slip around the Indian beauty's noggin, Shayne hoping to catch her opponent with her whirlybird headscissors.

WHIRLYBIRD HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBM6CHrZlc

Singh is ready to launch Riley when she comes in range, but as she lifts, the Kid's thighs clamp around Amara's braincase. The blonde uses her momentum to swing around the body of the Empress and instantly the centrifugal force has them both spinning until Amara can't keep up. Singh is sent flying, landing heavy on her back, skidding to a stop a few feet from the outstretched hand of Saad. Amara seems more than ready to give her partner a chance, diving at Alia and slapping hands. Saad enters carefully, keeping an eye on the Kid. Once inside the concern fades as she charges Riley with ruby nails extended to dig into some soft spot.

Discretion might have been the wiser course, however, as Riley takes a quick shuffle step to Alia's left, slipping her right leg in behind the Desert Flower's left calf. Then the Backyard Phenom demonstrates a little technical savvy, sweeping her right boot toward Saad's left shin and taking the Jewel of Jordan down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Her hands already extended, Alia manages to absorb some of the fall with her arms, but the impact still sends a jolt into Saad's face and chest. The Exotic Empress groans as she rolls over to her back, while the Coloradical Kid springs back to her feet. Across the ring, AJ is ready for a tag... but Riley isn't sure that Alia is stunned enough to allow her to get there. Looking to change that, Shayne takes one step away from her opponent before taking a page from her partner's book, launching herself into a Coloradical rendition of Swann's #1 Crush.

#1 CRUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzHpR8zFQZ4

And it's Riley who finds out Alia not only isn't stunned enough for AJ, she's not for Shayne either. As the blonde backflips for her splash across Alia's golden midriff, the Jordanian Jewel pulls in her knees and Riley is impaled on the raised knees. Shayne rolls off hugging her tummy, trying to wheel her way to the worried Swann. But Alia wants to keep the Kid in play and she snags an ankle to prevent Shayne from bringing in the Hardcore Heartbreaker as a replacement. Rising, she puts a boot to the back of Riley's left thigh one, two, three times and drags her to the middle. She then releases, if only so she can double foot stomp the pert chest of the Kid.

And Riley's bosom proves to be a far more welcoming target than Alia's abdomen had been, the Desert Flower's heels landing heavily and driving a loud gasp out of the Coloradical Kid. As Saad bounces away from her foe, Shayne rolls over and instantly pushes up onto her knees and elbows, her bowed head lowering to rest her forehead against the mat as her feet drum out an anguished distress call. It's only a moment later that Riley seems to realize that she IS on her knees and elbows, and so starts to scamper toward her corner...

But Shayne meets the shins of Saad before she can make it safely home and Alia plucks the blonde to her feet. Saad drives a knee into Riley's navel, doubling her as Shayne is lifted clean off the canvas by the force of the blow. Alia tugs the lowered head of the moaning Heartbreaker into a front facelock and flings Riley's limp near arm over her shoulders. The Desert Flower reaches to hook an arm behind the Shayne's near knee to cradle the leg off the canvas, hoping to vault the Kid clear of the mat and drop the blonde bundle on her skull courtesy of Djinn's Blessing.

DJINN’S BLESSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4UOdy91HBE

Once Saad has Riley's leg cradled, she doesn't waste any time in muscling the blonde off her remaining plant leg. And from there, the Coloradical Kid is easily directed, Alia tilting her foe downward before she lays out, Shayne viciously dropped HARD on her shoulders and the back of her head. Riley tumbles out of the crater Alia had hoped to create, rolling up to a seated position, both hands flying up to cradle the back of her neck. But then, almost as quickly, the blonde lists to her left, collapsing into a jumbled tangle of arms and legs, only one boot now infrequently and weakly kicking at the mat.

Alia sits next to the wreckage for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of the demolished blonde, a blessing indeed. She turns to AJ, running a thumb across her throat, a grin firmly planted. Turning back to Riley, Alia scoots beside the downed Heartbreaker, slips her left arm around and behind Riley's head while collecting the blonde's left arm. Alia starts to slip her free hand through the keyhole created by her grip to secure her Amman Anaconda submission to finish off the pesky but clearly overmatched infidel with Swann unable to do anything but watch her fellow Heartbreaker give or go to sleep.

AMMAN ANACONDA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaasBXEqTD8

The FAWNatics hold their collective breath, most of them quite certain that Riley had encountered too many crafty submissions like the Amman Anaconda in Old Man Bishop's backyard. Certainly, Shayne's inability to prevent Alia from slipping her left arm underneath the Coloradical Kid's neck or to gather up the blonde's limp left arm are both troubling signs, but both pale in comparison to the strangled, anguish moan that emerges from Shayne when Saad reeeeeeeeeeeefs back, craaaanking up the pressure on her diabolical Anaconda.

"HANG IN THERE, RILEY!!!" AJ begs from the Heartbreaker's corner, unable to ignore the undeniable sinking sensation of her own heart... but Riley's right arm soon rises up from the mat, her fingers seeking out Saad's shoulder, the fading blonde desperate to use her last vestiges of strength to roll Alia over and stack the Desert Flower up on her shoulders...

Sinking the digits on her free hand into the nape of Saad's neck, Riley rolls, tumbling Alia onto her shoulders. The Desert Flower's legs bicycle above her for...

ONE...
TWO...

... before Saad realizes she has to give up her finisher to stay in the match. Flopping to her side, a furious Alia slaps the mat, screaming in Arabic. She rises and races to the ropes behind her. Rebounding, she launches above the still splayed Riley, planning to squash the infidel with a senton across Shayne's midsection.

Her tanned blonde frame glistening under the lights with a sheen of sweat, her eyes closed and chest heaving with each breath, it seems the Coloradical Kid very much had exhausted her reserves when she rolled Alia over and into a pinning predicament. But as the Desert Flower forsakes her roots, it turns out that there just might be a couple of drops left in the tank--at least enough to allow Shayne to roll over, leaving an empty stretch of canvas for Saad's back to crash into. Unfortunately, Riley immediately falls still again, on her belly, her arms absently extended beyond her head, both bent at the elbows. AJ takes a step onto the bottom rope before placing her other foot on the middle cable, her balance precarious as she leans into the ring...

... and her fingers still coming up WELL short of either one of her partner's hands. Meanwhile, a groaning Alia pushes up to something of a three point stance--her left arm hugging her gulping tummy--and casts a lethal glare in the sprawled backyarder's direction. Still, with Shayne not going anywhere, the Jordanian Jewel begins to crawl toward her corner. Riley only manages to push up to all fours an instant AFTER Saad's hand strikes Amara's waiting palm. But as the Bollywood Bombshell starts to move through the ropes, a shot of adrenaline rushes through the veins of the Coloradical Kid, leading her on a scamper that allows her to dive and reach Swann's waiting hand. Itching to get back into the match, the Hardcore Heartbreaker VAULTS into the ring, never breaking stride in charging toward Amara, the rainbow haired hottie planning to re-introduce herself to the Bollywood Bombshell with her Hello, Nasty.

HELLO, NASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAnVip4xkcs&feature=channel_page

The time garnered by popping over the ropes instead of sliding through them gives Swann a running start on Singh. The dark-haired grappler barely gets her head up for a charge of her own before AJ is upon her. It looks like it will be for a clothesline but the fans of the Canadian cutie know better. She wraps an arm around Amara's neck but then spins around the startled Bombshell, exchanging arms as she levels Singh to the canvas. The crowd erupts with the change of fortunes, Singh spasming from the impact of spine and head to canvas.

The Hardcore Heartbreaker kips back to her feet... and ALMOST kips directly into a running clothesline from the Desert Flower. But ONLY almost, a wide-eyed AJ managing to duck her head just in time and allowing Alia to charge past her. Saad slams on the brakes quickly, spinning around--but Swann is already turned and ready for her, wrapping her arms around the Jordanian beauty's waist. With a grunt, the rainbow haired hottie lifts Alia off her feet and takes a knee, splitting Saad's stems with her In Utero inverted atomic drop. Pushing back to her feet in front of the now jelly-legged Desert Flower, AJ starts to reach her arms underneath Alia's, aiming to cook up a little Brain Stew.

BRAIN STEW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6OvWpL52TU

With the Jordanian interloper rocked, Swann locks Alia's arms behind her, Saad's head bowed into the chest of the multihuenette and DOWN goes Alia in brutal fashion. The crown of Saad's noggin SLAMS into the deck. The Desert Flower flops onto her back looking to be on Dream Street. But as AJ takes a moment to admire her handiwork, the legal Empress Amara lands a big elbow to the back of Swann's skull. Dazed, AJ can manage little when her lowered head is pulled between the copper-skinned thighs of the Bollywood Bombshell. Amara wraps her arms around the ivory tummy of Swann and flips the Hardcore Heartbreaker up her body, onto her shoulders, this time determined to make a Heartbreaker feel the full ride AND impact of her PowerBollyBomb.

POWERBOLLYBOMB @ :10:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFmJLX4KgII

Taking in a deep breath, Amara pulls up on the Hardcore Heartbreaker's midsection, Singh employing all the strength she can manage to practically whip Swann up and onto her shoulders. Indeed, it's such an abrupt motion that AJ's head whiplashes forward as she settles into the stall position--which she occupies for less than a second before the Indian Empress sits out, swinging her opponent down and DRIVING the rainbow haired hottie's head and shoulder into the canvas. The PowerBollyBomb PLANTS its victim, AJ left matchbooked, her taut ass raised toward the rafters.

Amara holds on for the...

ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!

Swann employs her uncanny ability to survive big moves to keep the match alive. But as the official rolls a demolished Alia under the nearest ropes, Amara scrapes what's left of AJ off the canvas and bullies the Hardcore Ragdoll to the Empress corner. There Singh slips her hands into AJ's armpits and lifts her foe to a seat on the top buckle. Taking a two handfuls of Swann's rainbow follicles, Amara steps back until AJ is stretched to her full length from the middle cables, her boots hooking over the rubber-coated steel to keep her horizontal. Amara nods to the silenced crowd, the FAWNatics knowing her finishing Bollywood Bash x-factor is on the way to end the Heartbreaker night.

Trussed up in the ropes, there's only one direction for AJ to go, and that's... up. Well, at least initially, when Amara takes a small hop into the air, extending her exquisite legs into a wide 'V'. Gravity then dictates that the Bollywood Bombshell reverse course, and the Hardcore Heartbreaker has no choice but to follow along, yanked down between Singh's parted gams, until her journey--and quite possibly her consciousness--is brought to a BRUTAL end when her face slams into the thinly padded plywood. AJ flops over to her back from the impact, her body rendered boneless, her chin lolling toward her left shoulder as Amara climbs on top of her chest. Leaning forward, the Indian Empress gathers up both of Swann's legs, cradling the multihuenette’s knees to her chest as the ref slaps off the...

ONE...

In the Heartbreaker's corner, a sweatsoaked and ragged looking Coloradical Kid catches sight of the end looming near, and admittedly in a somewhat clumsy manner, Riley tumbles through the ropes...

TWO...

Half charging, half stumbling across the ring, Shayne dives with her two fists balled into one, hoping to land them between Amara's shoulderblades before the official can record the...

THREE!

Riley THUMPS her axehandle into Singh's back a half tick late and sends Amara rolling off and away with back arched, but the official rises as she does, calling for the bell. With a semi-fresh Riley in the ring and her partner on the floor outside it, Singh decides to roll out herself. The ref follows. After Singh helps Saad to her feet, he grabs a wrist of each worn Empress and raises a hand. The announcer follows quickly behind. "Your winners...via pinfall...the EXXXOOOOTTTIIICCC EMMMPPPRRREEESSSSSSEEESSS!!!!!"

Singh and Saad look tattered but the amplified words brighten their countenances even if they lean against each other to keep from stumbling. They toss a few idle threats in Riley's direction, but they're in no mood to make any further physical point.

The spent Coloradical Kid struggles to get up to her knees after ending up just a shade tardy, Riley sinking back on her haunches, hands planted firmly against her thighs, her lower lip quivering as she watches the equally exhausted yet considerably more triumphant Empresses begin to retreat. As defeats went, this might be the most crushing one the former Backyard Phenom had endured. They'd been SO close, dammit. They'd pushed Alia and Amara to the very brink. It just wasn't QUITE enough. However, once Singh and Saad disappear through the curtains, the response of the FAWNatics shifts gears. Instead of jeers and whistles, the members of the audience start to turn back toward the ring...

... and begin to applaud.

Even more, a few fans start to rise out of their seats. Followed by others, until the only two people inside the FAWN Arena who AREN'T standing are Riley and AJ. Shayne brings a hand up, patting her chest twice before raising her fingers to her lips and blowing a kiss to the FAWNatics. As the ovation continues, the Coloradical Kid gently pulls the Hardcore Heartbreaker up into her lap, her partner finally beginning to mewl softly. Once Swann's eyelids reluctantly push open, she manages to mutter, "I'm... guessing... you didn't Avalanche Amara and Alia, did you?"

"Sorry," Riley sighs. "Next time, though."

Gingerly pushing up to her feet, Shayne helps AJ up as well, but not without an assist from the referee after he returns to the ring. Riley takes AJ's wrist in her hand, lifting their arms together as the crowd continues to show their respect for the Heartbreakers' valiant effort tonight. It might not have been a win, but the show of support is still touching as the rainbow haired hottie staggers into a supportive embrace from her partner.