Post by alyadmirer on Mar 14, 2016 21:38:39 GMT
With ‘Big Red’ by their side, FAWN’s resident naughty nurses seem ready to stretch their wings and snap their surgical gloves to a new level. Once thought of as little more than window dressing for Dr. Celia Blassenville and her favorite patient, Lisa Dream, the Sisters of Mercy had run their recent success all the way to one step from FAWN tagdom’s greatest prize. But oh that last step. What a doozy.
Celia provides some words of wisdom to the Sisters when Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine sends the crowd into a surly mood. With the ‘big hair music’ of the 80s pumping through the speakers, all attention turns to the stage above.
"BAD MEDICINE" @ 00:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg
And through the curtains two brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride seductively to center stage, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers settle, one with an extra large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket. The ladies show off their wares to jeers from the crowd. And next to them is the world’s most dangerous psychiatrist…and that’s saying something. Blassenville dazzles in a tight skirt and stockings. No doubt her suit above is likely skin tight but it’s covered by a classic white lab coat, clinic apparently in session.
NURSE DEBORAH HURT:
NURSE KRISTIN MANNERS:
DR. CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for the nasty procedures they hope to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. Our first competitors…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring with Dr. Blassenville close behind, keeping a watchful eye. The FAWNatics seem spellbound as the trio circles the ring, some of the front row denizens coughing loudly so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by and the fierce beauty of Celia shuts a few mouths as well.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps, Celia directs them to their stage and they move up slowly and carefully, taking each step in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses huddle then turn to the doc, talking in hushed tones, likely about their choice to start the match and very likely about which two of The Three they would face.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the nurses with jeers and whistles, but their ruckus 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... confusion. Oh, there were raucous jeers, to be sure. But also, uncustomary for this unholy trinity, there’s also a portion of the audience WELCOMING them into battle against the Sisters.
“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: Adrianna and Ashley 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, Papadopolous and Locke slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind Hurt and Manners--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to ER before the Three arranged their passage to the nearest trauma center.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers. As Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, Adrianna descends to the floor--but not before passing her strap to Pandora.
The nurses seem less than thrilled by the choice of the two blondes, not that facing Papadopolous made it any eaiser to imagine the gold around their waists. Dr. Blassenville does her best sell job to the Sisters and they nod in agreement as Pandora and Ashley circle the ring showing off their hardware and their bodies. When the blondes pass each other and start back toward Adrianna in opposite orbits, Celia whispers a 'go' and Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin spin and race toward the backs of the Amazons, double axhandles held high, ready to split their foes' shoulderblades and take control before the claxon call of the bell.
The element of surprise works well for the Sisters, Pandora and Locke more concerned with unfastening their gold than guarding against a sneak attack from the challengers. Perhaps their success had made them complacent, or maybe it was defending against more honorable sorts than Deborah and Kristin. Whatever the explanation, the double axehandles land just before Panny had unhooked her belt and just after Ashley had hers, that ten pounds of leather and gold falling to the mat as the champs stagger away. The nurses add on a couple of clubbing forearm blows before spinning their opposition around and readying to launch the leggy blondes with a pair of Irish whips. But Pandora and Locke reverse the attempts, sending Hurt and Manners on their merry way... and each raising an arm for a less than merry clothesline for the Sisters' return.
The nurses are no lightweights but compared to the blondes heaving them they pale in comparison for size and skin color. Deborah and Kristin are forced to race each other to the cables and they rebound at full speed toward the waiting roadblocks. And those hoping for a anything but a squashy start, well, they're not rewarded. Instead, Pandora and Ashley's clotheslines rip the Sisters off their feet, each set of legs flying out in front of the Nightingales as each brunette's back and cranium crash against the canvas, the cheating challengers laid out at the feet of the champs.
The official takes advantage of the momentary lull to scoop up Locke's discarding championship belt, and Pandora unclasps hers as well, passing it over to the referee. He, in turn, turns away to carry the belts over toward the timekeeper's table... and the instant his back turns, Ashley and Panny dive on top of Kristin and Deborah, respectively. With only a few seconds to work unsupervised, the Beach Goddess and the onetime Goddess of Love each reach both hands toward the throat of their chosen nurse, aiming to repay the pre-bell ambush with an equally unscrupulous choke.
Instantaneously, the Sisters are flailing as their air is cut off via their constricted windpipes and their condition isn't helped when the champs add to the fun of throttling their foes by pulling their heads off the canvas and SLAMMING them back to the deck one, two three times. Each blonde pulls their hands away as the official turns back to them. The duo rise and hold their hands high to the accusatory crowd. Beneath them Kristin and Deborah's dark eyes are wide as the choke in deep breaths and butt scoot in retreating skids toward their boss, each nurse begging off from the fight with a raise, plaintive hand.
Showing a bit of uncommon valor for a FAWN zebra, the referee puts himself directly between the champions and the challengers. "Look," he says, in his best commanding tone, "one of you needs to get out of this ring. Right... right now!"
Perhaps surprisingly, there is no argument from the Three, Ashley simply turning and walking toward her corner. Meanwhile, Pandora marches over to Deborah, grabbing a handful of dark locks and tugging the nurse to her feet. And from there, the Beach Goddess dips a little lower, moving her arms toward Hurt's waist, looking to pull the challenger into a tight bearhug.
Panny's move toward Deborah is a gift horse Kristin is unwilling to look in the mouth. She scrambles out under the bottom rope as Deborah gets swallowed up by the busty blonde powerhouse. As Nurse Hurt is lifted off her feet, the toes of her boots stretching to find the canvas, the official calls for the bell and makes The Three's defense legal. And as if to celebrate, Pandora shakes her nurse from side to side within her embrace, the more slender of the Sisters being rattled like a baby's toy, head swinging wildly. From the safety of her figurative seat next to the couch, Celia shouts encouragement to her staff and Deborah manages to lift her arms to either side of Pandora's head, planning to slap her hands together behind the blonde's skull to ring her ears and find freedom.
Spotting Deborah's rising arms, the Beach Goddess attempts to dissuade her opponent by giving Hurt's midsection a tighter squeeze, but that does not stop the raven haired Sister of Mercy from landing two simultaneous strikes to Pandora's ears. The blows don't dislodge Panny's arms from around her waist, but it does loosen her grip. Nurse Hurt administers a second dose of medicine, and her foe's arms ease their embrace a little further. A third application does the trick, the curvaceous blonde's arms falling away from Deborah's hips. Hurt quickly turns and starts to run toward the ropes...
... but Panny's arms abruptly reverse course, flying upward as she snatches two handfuls of dark locks. Pandora gives Deborah's tresses a harsh yank, the effect of which is only amplified by Deborah's attempt to rush off in the other direction, and she is sent crashing to the deck. Snatching an ankle, the Beach Goddess drags Hurt along as she steps closer to her corner, reaching out a hand for Ashley Locke to slap. And as the former Aphrodite slips through the ropes, Panny tucks Deborah's boots under her arms, intending to drop back and catapult the Sister of Mercy into the waiting arms of Locke, and subjecting her to a second bearhug.
The curvy blonde drops to the canvas and launches Deborah through the air and into Locke's waiting arms. The long, lean, sinewy blonde of The Three cinches her arms around Hurt before the brunette's boots can find the canvas and a wincing Deborah is stuck right back where she was moments before, Ashley doing her best to match Pandora squeeze for squeeze. Already worn by Panny's embrace, Locke's hug seems to do more damage, Deborah's head falling back, the Sister staring to the rafters in pain as the blonde compresses tummy and spine. Hurt starts to raise her arms to ring another pair of ears but Ashley won't have it, shaking the nurse violently to disabuse her from repeating the tactic. One Ashley doesn't count on however is Deborah jabbing a thumb in the champ's eye. Locke howls and curses, immediately dropping Deborah to the mat. Hurt wobbles but has enough left in her to deliver a forearm shiver to Locke's jaw before turning and scampering. One nurse tags another and Kristin enters, pulling her gloves tighter as she crosses the canvas and draws back her right leg for a punt to the privates of the half-blinded blonde.
Half blinded proves blinded enough, Kristin showing a distinct lack of her surname when her boot lands between Ashley's thighs. Locke lets out a howl as she is lifted off her feet, the leggy blonde then dropping to her knees before slumping forward, two hands wedged between her gams. The questionable blow does not meet with the usual level of scorn from the FAWNatics, a fact that does not go either unnoticed or unremarked upon by Adrianna Papadopolous. Pandora, meanwhile, threatens to return to the ring by slipping a leg through the ropes, but she stops short, simply glaring daggers at Nurse Manners.
"We can work wonders with breast reduction techniques," Manners hisses. "All the top-heavy skanks are having it done." Kristin's lips curl into a mischievous grin as she strides around a kneeling Ashley, stopping behind her. She leans down and grabs two handfuls of the back of Aphrodite's "toga" then tries to send the material up to Olympus and give the blonde an ungodly wedgie.
Ashley unleashes another high pitched howl as she pushes up to her hands and knees, the anguished blonde having little choice but to crawl forward and hope she can outpace the advancement of her togs into Aphrodite's most sacred temple. While the crowd might not have much love for the Sisters of Mercy or Celia Blassenville, witnessing the by Gawd Three being treated this way earns a round of throaty cheers and applause from the FAWNatics. In the champion's corner, Pandora bites her bottom lip, fighting every impulse to march her way over to Manners and rip those smirking lips off her face, while poor Ashley has to keep crawling for whatever relief she can claim--even if that means traveling deeper and deeper into the wrong half of the ring.
The naughty nurse strides behind, raising her eyebrows with grin firmly planted. She lifts a right boot high and PLANTS it between the Roman hills of Ashley's derriere, sending the goddess falling to her chest and face with a nasty shove. With Locke flat to the canvas, Nurse Manners walks atop the champ from ass to between her shoulderblades, using Ashley like a throw rug. Having reached her corner, she tags the waiting Deborah and Hurt enters. Manners is slow to depart however and the Sisters rip Locke off the deck. They turn the former Aphrodite and fling her to the opposite ropes. On her rebound, the duo races toward her, each spinning toward stereo leg lariats aimed at the face of Locke, a tall order considering her height.
\But it is perhaps an easier task in this instance as opposed to normal circumstances, given the trauma experienced by Ashley's undercarriage has rendered her gait a bit more bow-legged than usual. And against the team like the Three, it is important to take advantage of ANY such assistance they themselves offer, willingly or not. Kristin and Deborah's heels connect, one on either side of the blonde's jaw, Ashley's head snapping back and her shapely stems sailing out in front of her. Locke hits the mat with a thud and a groan, the champ rolling to her belly and cradling her noggin with both arms.
Both nurses kip to their feet, drawing a wide smile from Dr. Blassenville who offers each a polite golf clap. While Deborah hustles to the ropes behind her to rebound and send a legdrop across Ashley's throat, Kristin takes a roundabout way to her station by the doc with a drive by on Pandora. As she closes, Nurse Kristin pushes up her jubblies until they nearly spill over the top. "Seriously. I know a guy. You won't throw your back out as much." From behind, Manners can hear the zebra complaining. "I'll get you his card later," she adds Kristin spins and heads for safer ground while Hurt rises and heads to the ropes for a repeat legdrop on the reeling Ashley.
Deborah's second leg drop proves just as successful as the first, Nurse Hurt's luscious gam dropping across Ashley's throat and sending the blonde into a fit of spasms. The gasping blonde brings her hands up in an attempt to push the brunette's stem off her throat, but Deborah instead shuffles to position her thigh atop Locke's chest as she reaches for the blonde's legs, securing them to score the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOO!!!!!
From the floor, Adrianna SLAMS her hands against the apron, perhaps seeing her championship belt slipping away without her even being in the ring. But Locke kicks free with just a second to spare, continuing the Three's reign of terror... even if it didn't look so terrifying at the moment.
Hurt scrambles to her feet and grabs an ankle of Aphrodite. Deborah drags the groaning blonde toward the Sisters' corner, mimicking what Pandora had done to her. Under Dr. Blassenville's watchful eye, Deborah hands her legal status over to Kristin with a tag but again both nurses remain in the ring to tend to Ashley together. With Manners snatching the opposite ankle, the twosome pull Locke safely away from the cables then take a single step in away from each other, separating Locke's incredible legs wide. Between, Ashley holds up her palms plaintively. "I believe she needs an adjustment," Manners says.
"So true," Deborah retorts, both women in white ready to lay out in opposite directions and use Ashley's long, lovely limbs as a wishbone.
There's very little that Ashley can do to stop the Sisters. Legally, there's little that Pandora can do as well, but that doesn't stop the Beach Goddess from issuing a threat. "Do it and TRUST me, Ashley and I will make you regret it."
Hurt and Manners exchange perplexed glances. "Do you know what she's talking about?" Kristin asks.
"I think maybe she means THIS," Deborah replies, diving to the side about one heartbeat before her fellow nurse follows her lead in the opposite direction. Down the diabolical care-givers tumble, taking Locke's legs with her, Ashley's hammies threatening to pop before they release their holds on her ankles. Aphrodite shoots up to a seated position with a scream of agony, eyes wide as her hands plunge back between her thighs. She then spills to her back, those shapely thighs SNAPPING shut with her hands still in between, her knees drawing up toward her chest.
Manners hops to her feet and gives her cohort a hug before a grip on the shoulder of Deborah from the ref turns the brunette toward the Sisters' corner and she departs. Kristin plants a foot on Ashley's chest and barely gets a...
ONE...
... before Locke shoves it off. Manners turns toward the corner of the remaining Three. "So Emily does have you on Blue Cross, no?" Pandora's face turns rosy from the building fury, but the naughty nurse couldn't seem less concerned. "The thing about you Panny," Kristin continues, "is that everyone's so scared of you they've lost before they get in the ring. The doc, she let us know you're just another unhappy patient to be, frustrated and flustered as you watch your belts go bye bye with you standing on the sidelines."
Kristin uses Ashley's flaxen locks to yank Locke up to pigeon-toed feet. Manners separates the stems, pulling the left high and wide. Ashley whimpers, hoping not to find out what the nurse has in mind, namely three dragon screws in succession to take away Aphrodite's wheels for the rest of the night.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Kristin might have held possession of one of Ashley's wheels, but the blonde had two, and before the sadistic Sister could fall backward, Locke leaps off her plant leg, sweeping her boot through the air and catching the brunette in the temple with an enziguiri. It might not have been as graceful as beautiful as the likes thrown by a London or a Bloodwind, but it does the job, causing Manners' arm to fall away from her ankle and spinning Kristin away as Ashley herself falls to the canvas. Remaining on her belly, the one-time Goddess of Love starts to drag herself toward her corner and Pandora's waiting, outstretched arm--the audience considerably more divided than usual as the champion nears making an escape.
Though some of the FAWNatics might have waned to see what Pandora might do to the insolent nursing staff, Kristin has no such desire. Regaining her balance, she chases after the slithering blonde and has enough time to skip over her and sharply slap Panny, not on the hand, but the cheek. As the crowd explodes in delight, Manners u-turns and waits for Ashley to crawl to her. Behind Kristin, the official does his level best to keep the beach blonde out of trouble. Grabbing an ankle, Manners tries to twist the long, lean goddess to her back and knot up her foe's stems with her signature Amputator.
AMPUTATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaD0v5o195Y
Kristin falls to her faultless posterior, planting a boot against Ashley's shin and pressing hard, forcing a thoroughly uncharacteristic scream from the so often dominant blonde. And as Manners' continues to straighten her leg, ratcheting the pressure up more and more, Locke's hand rises above the canvas, wavering... faltering...
Just one problem: even if Aphrodite began to tap, at this moment the referee is tied up with a protesting Pandora. Sensing a chance to claim gold, Deborah Hurt demands (at the top of her lungs) that the zebra hurry up and get Panny out of the ring. Reluctantly, the Beach Goddess finally exits, Ashley's hand quaking as the official turns back to the action...
But it seems the moment passes in that instant, Ashley screwing her eyes shut and balling that hand into a fist. Cocking her elbow, the leggy blonde grits her teeth as she starts trying to crawl her way toward the ropes...
With the women pointed in opposite directions, Kristin has little in the way of stopping Locke's crawl to the cables other than putting yet more into the effort to force Ashley to surrender. But Aphrodite won’t go away so easily and, at the urging of Adrianna, the busty brunette pounding on the canvas in front of her, Ashley finally wraps a palm around the bottom strand. At the count of 'FOUR' Nurse Kristin unknots her legs and hops to th soles of her white New Balance tennies. The naughty nurse pushes out her lower lip in a pronounced pout.
And, at Dr. Blassenville's urgent request, strides back to a battered Locke. "You're not looking the part of a goddess tonight, are you? Not that you're any worse than that Greek Tragedy on the sideline." Kristin puckers at redfaced Pappy. Manners doesn't wait for Ashley to get past her knees before sinking her talons into the blonde's scalp. The Sister rips the champ to her feet and in one fluid motion sends her to the opposite ropes. With the rebound, Kristin races at Locke, diving low for a shameful chop block toward the left knee of the member of The Three.
Shameful? Absolutely. Effective? Even more so. Locke utters a loud, plaintive cry of agony when the brunette's shoulder DRVIES into the kneecap of her planted left leg, Ashley collapsing as if it had been a 9mm slug that had impacted her knee instead. Ashley draws herself into the smallest, tightest ball a leggy specimen of five foot ten can possibly manage, the blonde choking back sobs as she clutches at her left knee. Say this for the Sisters: under the guidance of Dr. Blassenville, if nothing else tonight they had made the Three look about as mortal as any team to date had managed. And it didn't appear that Manners and Hurt were finished, by any means.
For Kristin scrambles to her feet and immediately heads for the Sisters' corner, tagging off to her wardmate Deborah. Hurt climbs to the top of the buckles instead of entering while Manners plucks Ashley out of her ball, standing the wobbly Amazon and sidling behind. Ducking her head between Ashley's long, lithe legs, Manners circles her arms around the thighs of the blonde and starts to lift the champ to an electric chair height, no doubt planning to set the beleaguered Aphrodite on an elevated platter for the poised and focused Deborah. Her fellow brunette waits for the perfect moment to put Locke through an airborne spin cycle and end her and The Three's astonishing reign in spectacular fashion.
Hurt takes flight, the crowd drawing in their collective breath as her path takes her toward the suspended blonde, seeing still not quite translating into believing for the FAWNatics. But their skepticism does nothing to stop Deborah's arm from slamming into Ashley's upper chest, the clothesline from on high knocking the Goddess of Love perhaps not quite from the heights of Olympus but still from a decent altitude atop Kristin Manners' shoulders, the leggy beauty flipping through the air as she tumbles, Locke's head and shoulders slamming into the mat with a thud. The impact leaves the reigning tag champ upended, her taut tush pointed toward the rafters, Ashley's knees resting just above her noggin.
Newly legal, as opposed to Barely Legal, Hurt takes a seat atop the back of Locke's knees keeping the long lithe blonde matchbooked and showing no signs of squirming free this time. The ref waits a tick as Kristin heads for the sidelines to make the count official. And though Ashley might wake up from a Code Blue sometime later tonight, it would certainly be after the next three slaps of the mat made the Sisters of Mercy FAWN Tag Team champions at the count of...
UNO...
DOS...
TRESNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arriving in just the nick of time, thanks to her own set of ludicrously long legs, Pandora extends her right arm and demonstrates to Deborah EXACTLY what a massive clothesline feels with when her scythe connects with Hurt's clavicle. And much as Ashley had been sent spilling off of Kristin Manners' shoulders, Deborah is sent flying from Locke's rump, her back and the back of her head striking the mat hard. The referee quickly moves to ensure Pandora doesn't do any more, but in truth, the curvaceous blonde has no such intentions. The more time she spends in the ring, the less time Ashley has to reach her in her corner, so the Beach Goddess quickly backpedals there with raised hands.
Doctor Blassenville lodges her protests as a dazed Nurse Deborah tries to clear her head with a shake. The brunette remains seated as Nurse Kristin implores her Sister to get back on the grounded Aphrodite. One final rattle of Hurt's noggin seems to place Deborah's motor back into 'Drive' and she struggles to her feet. Seeing the battered Ashley again crawling for salvation, Pandora back in place to receive her tag, Deborah gets on her horse and mounts Locke like her little pony with the tall blonde a few gallops away from the curvy beauty. Cupping her laced fingers under Ashley's chin, Deborah leans back, curling neck and spine. "Are you learning a lesson?" Deborah asks Panny. "Doc said you'd look a lot less dangerous when you're one instead of three. And sorry, not-sorry, she was right...again!"
It was taking EVERY ounce of Pandora's self restraint to remain in her station. The only thing keeping her moored was the knowledge of just how satisfying it would be to get her hands around Hurt's throat once Ashley tagged her... but the struggling blonde HAD to tag her first. Groaning as Nurse Hurt cranks up the pressure, Locke reaches her hand out, but her arm is not QUITE as long as her legs, her fingers coming up just short. Finding herself in an uncommon position, Panny steps up onto the bottom rope, leaning into the ring as far as she can to make the tag... and Deborah LEEEANS back a little more, bending Locke's spine more harshly, lifting her upper body upward--and correspondingly pulling Ashley's hand a little further away from Pandora's. Just enough. Mewling in anguish, Ashley bucks her hips against her rider, her fading hopes utterly reliant on knocking Hurt out of her saddle.
But there seems little chance of that happening as, with the ref's eyes glued on Pandora and Adrianna, Celia Blassenville sends Nurse Kristin in. Manners races to Ashley and goes back to back with her partner, reaching for an ankle to add a single leg crab to Deborah's modified clutch. As the official demands Kristin exit but before Manners can get the long lower limb under control, Ashley kicks free from Manners’ grip and bucks free of Deborah's. She slides out from under both, the brunette's backsides banging against the canvas in unison as Locke dives to slap hands with Panny. The Sisters scurry to their feet, Deborah with the advantage of already being turned toward Pandora and so ready to get the first clothesline in against the force of nature.
Hurt might be ready to fire, but Pandora is equally quick to evade, ducking under the clothesline and guiding her lowered shoulder into the back of the risen Kristin Manners. The blindside shot catches the Sister totally unaware, Manners' head flying backward as she lets out a wail, her right arm involuntarily rising as well, elbow cocked--it's a scene oddly reminiscent of Clay Matthews sacking Jay Cutler. With one nurse sprawled at Panny's feet, the Beach Goddess starts to straighten up, but a hand grabs her shoulder, Deborah spinning the tag champ around and DRIVING a forearm into Panny's vaunted bosom. A second forearm rocks the curvy blonde back onto her heels, and Hurt takes a wrist, preparing to send her foe for a ride...
... when Pandora reverses, launching the brunette on her way toward the ropes. As Hurt rebounds off the cables, the Beach Goddess lifts a luscious stem, looking to connect a Big Boot to Deborah's jaw.
And Panny introduces the nurse to HER operating room, catching Hurt flush with the sole of her shoe leather at the end of the long, muscular right leg. Deborah's stems fly out in front of her as her shoulders and head THUMP violently against the matboards, Deborah left staring blankly at the rafters after the impact. Meanwhile, Kristin puts her aching spine aside as best she can and races at Panny from behind with double axehandle blow at the ready, prepared to let Panny know the nurses mean to end The Three's despotic reign be that with Ashley or her.
Again, the Sisters benefit from Pandora's back being turned, Manners' joined fists SMASHING down in between the Beach Goddess' shoulderblades. Of course, Deborah's advantage had been short lived. Kristin tries to ensure history does not repeat itself by slamming a forearm into Panny's kidney region, the voluptuous blonde crying out as she takes a step away from her attacker. Not wanting to let her get too far away, Kristin steps in, delivering another forearm to Panny's upper back and loading up for another. But the Beach Goddess suddenly reaches back, grabbing two handfuls of hair. That doesn't stop Manners from landing her forearm, but before she can do anything further, Pandora yanks the brunette into a VICIOUS kneelift to the gut that leaves Kristin doubled over. Panny then reaches down, wrapping her arms around the Sister's waist, intending to hoist the challenger up onto her shoulder, ready to be obliterated by the Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
Panny uses a gutwrench that looks all too easy, vaulting Manners into the air in a forward flip. Nurse Kristin ends lain across Pandora's right shoulder, her face pointed to the arena lights above. Spine bent around the invading shoulder, a groaning Kristin tries to squirm free of her predicament. Pandora marches around the ring, stomping out every step to send an extra burst of pain through the nurse's spinal column. Finally, the blonde sends Kristin barreling toward the canvas from whence she came, face and chest BANGING into the deck with a reverberating collision. The demolished brunette flops absently to her back, motionless save the roll of her chest.
The interloper now sufficiently dealt with, Pandora turns her attention back to the legal woman in the contest. Marching over to the stirring brunette, the Beach Goddess grabs a handful of hair and yanks the Sister up to her feet. Releasing those locks, Panny DRIVES both hands into Hurt's chest, shoving Deborah back into the Three's corner. Stepping in, the voluptuous blonde draws back her right hand and lands a resounding chop to the nurse's chest, and with Deborah wincing in pain, Panny snatches a wrist. Setting her feet, the Beach Goddess starts to send Hurt racing toward her own (currently empty) corner, planning to follow her in with a MASSIVE avalanche splash.
Still dazed and confused from Panny's concussive boot, Nurse Deborah provides little in the manner of fighting the blonde's bedside manner. Panny's shove sends the brunette into a steady backpedal that ends with Hurt's backbone CRASHING into the buckles. But her corner is not the only one Pandora plans on employing tonight. The curvy blonde sends Deborah sprinting across the canvas in the blink of an eye, Hurt barely able to turn her back into the far buckles, the impact sending a spasm through her frame.
Only a couple seconds behind is the charging beach blonde. Pandora launches a few feet out from her target and BURIES Deborah under her incomparable mass. The upper half of Hurt disappears under the avalanche of tanned flesh until Panny bounces away from her victim. Deborah staggers out of the buckles, drunk with juggshock and karma seems to get the better of the nurses as she makes it to the spreadeagled Kristin, tumbling headfirst into her fellow Sister, Deborah butting Kristin in the crotch. A weepy-eyed, lip-trembling Manners shoots up to a seated position, Deborah's face still buried in her lap as she mewls in pain.
Kristin is sent back to her back when the Beach Goddess drives a stomp into her chest. Panny then slips her fingers into Deborah's raven locks, unable to resist pressing Hurt's face a little deeper into Manners' undercarriage before tightening her grip and pulling up on the nurse's locks. Guiding the brunette up onto wobbly legs, Pandora turns Deborah around and stuffs the Sister's head under her left arm. She then moves her right hand to Hurt's hip and pops her own, aiming to muscle the challenger into the air, curious to see how long she could hold Deborah up before she had to complete the jackhammer.
JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0thUHAXAAOs
The blonde Amazon launches Deborah high into the Orlando sky above her, keeping Hurt ass over tea kettle. Outside, Celia is forced to watch the flaxen-haired tidal wave continuing to turn against her staff. Pandora marches around the downed and depleted Manners with Deborah ready to be hammered to the deck far below. She makes a full lap around one Sister with the other before dropping and SLAMMING Deborah atop Kristin, landing her curvy frame atop both dark-haired grapplers. If Manners had been legal, there's little doubt her pinned shoulders would remain there for a win for The Three. However, with Deborah on top of her greasespot of a teammate, the Sisters remain in the match for the moment. On the sidelines, the good doctor remains silent, realizing her words won't reach the nurses in their current physical state.
Climbing to her feet, the natural order of the FAWN tag team division restored, Pandora saunters over to the splattered Sisters and takes hold of Deborah's wrist. The Beach Goddess uses that arm to drag Nurse Hurt off her partner and toward the nearest corner, while a somewhat recovered Ashley Locke lumbers over to the remaining Sister. The leggy blonde scrapes the remains of Kristin Manners off the canvas and charges the ropes with her cargo, slinging Manners through the cables and sending her flying toward Dr. Blassenville. Meanwhile, having lined Deborah up just so, Pandora climbs onto the middle rope. Gripping the top rope to stabilize herself, Panny begins to bounce on her perch, building up force before she kicks into the air and lays out, looking to drop belly first not across Hurt's midsection but rather her face in quite the souped up Tummy Tuck.
LIPO SPLASH (modification of):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k
Nurse Kristin is deposited outside the squared circle with the bum's rush from the former Aphrodite. The ragdolled Manners flies between the ropes toward FAWN's foremost psychiatrist who sidesteps her staff, letting Kristin THUMP face and chest-first into the thinly padded cement floor. With one Sister disposed of in emphatic fashion, Pandora has the other lined up for a more grisly fate. Beneath the bouncing Panny, an already depleted Deborah is about to be anesthetized by The Three's busty force of nature. Kicking up seismic tremors in the ring, Pandora finally launches high and back. Her golden tummy SLAMS down across the face of the splayed Hurt. The violent Tuck sends Panny bouncing off the demolished nurse, the blonde ending on her haunches with a slight wince. At her knees, the formerly feisty Sister is out cold, the challenger KO’ed by Panny's lethal abs. Pandora doesn't bother with a Press, instead cradling the brunette from her haunches. Above her, Ashley gives her partner a shoulder massage as the official counts out the anticlimactic...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer tells a stunned audience, "your winners, via pinfall... THHHEEE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!"
Meanwhile, a visible relieved Adrianna Papadopolous climbs the ring steps, one title belt slung over each shoulder. As she slips through the ropes, Ashley Locke helps her partner back to her feet, the Beach Goddess planting her foot atop Deborah's bosom. The Goddess of Love adds a boot of her own, hers on Hurt's abdomen, Adrianna settling into a standing straddle of the fallen Sister behind them and raising both blonde's hands in victory. Finally, the Three had been tested... and still, they had emerged victorious.
Who COULD stand against them now?
Celia provides some words of wisdom to the Sisters when Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine sends the crowd into a surly mood. With the ‘big hair music’ of the 80s pumping through the speakers, all attention turns to the stage above.
"BAD MEDICINE" @ 00:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg
And through the curtains two brunettes, obviously from the sexiest hospital in all creation, stride seductively to center stage, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers settle, one with an extra large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket. The ladies show off their wares to jeers from the crowd. And next to them is the world’s most dangerous psychiatrist…and that’s saying something. Blassenville dazzles in a tight skirt and stockings. No doubt her suit above is likely skin tight but it’s covered by a classic white lab coat, clinic apparently in session.
NURSE DEBORAH HURT:
NURSE KRISTIN MANNERS:
DR. CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps put in place for the nasty procedures they hope to perform. The public address spits to life as the women sashay toward the ring.
“Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. Our first competitors…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both medical professionals ignore the boos and the reaching hands of the fans and make their way to the ring with Dr. Blassenville close behind, keeping a watchful eye. The FAWNatics seem spellbound as the trio circles the ring, some of the front row denizens coughing loudly so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by and the fierce beauty of Celia shuts a few mouths as well.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps, Celia directs them to their stage and they move up slowly and carefully, taking each step in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses huddle then turn to the doc, talking in hushed tones, likely about their choice to start the match and very likely about which two of The Three they would face.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the nurses with jeers and whistles, but their ruckus 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... confusion. Oh, there were raucous jeers, to be sure. But also, uncustomary for this unholy trinity, there’s also a portion of the audience WELCOMING them into battle against the Sisters.
“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: Adrianna and Ashley 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, Papadopolous and Locke slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind Hurt and Manners--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to ER before the Three arranged their passage to the nearest trauma center.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Greek Goddess withdraws hers. As Pandora and Ashley enter the ring, Adrianna descends to the floor--but not before passing her strap to Pandora.
The nurses seem less than thrilled by the choice of the two blondes, not that facing Papadopolous made it any eaiser to imagine the gold around their waists. Dr. Blassenville does her best sell job to the Sisters and they nod in agreement as Pandora and Ashley circle the ring showing off their hardware and their bodies. When the blondes pass each other and start back toward Adrianna in opposite orbits, Celia whispers a 'go' and Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin spin and race toward the backs of the Amazons, double axhandles held high, ready to split their foes' shoulderblades and take control before the claxon call of the bell.
The element of surprise works well for the Sisters, Pandora and Locke more concerned with unfastening their gold than guarding against a sneak attack from the challengers. Perhaps their success had made them complacent, or maybe it was defending against more honorable sorts than Deborah and Kristin. Whatever the explanation, the double axehandles land just before Panny had unhooked her belt and just after Ashley had hers, that ten pounds of leather and gold falling to the mat as the champs stagger away. The nurses add on a couple of clubbing forearm blows before spinning their opposition around and readying to launch the leggy blondes with a pair of Irish whips. But Pandora and Locke reverse the attempts, sending Hurt and Manners on their merry way... and each raising an arm for a less than merry clothesline for the Sisters' return.
The nurses are no lightweights but compared to the blondes heaving them they pale in comparison for size and skin color. Deborah and Kristin are forced to race each other to the cables and they rebound at full speed toward the waiting roadblocks. And those hoping for a anything but a squashy start, well, they're not rewarded. Instead, Pandora and Ashley's clotheslines rip the Sisters off their feet, each set of legs flying out in front of the Nightingales as each brunette's back and cranium crash against the canvas, the cheating challengers laid out at the feet of the champs.
The official takes advantage of the momentary lull to scoop up Locke's discarding championship belt, and Pandora unclasps hers as well, passing it over to the referee. He, in turn, turns away to carry the belts over toward the timekeeper's table... and the instant his back turns, Ashley and Panny dive on top of Kristin and Deborah, respectively. With only a few seconds to work unsupervised, the Beach Goddess and the onetime Goddess of Love each reach both hands toward the throat of their chosen nurse, aiming to repay the pre-bell ambush with an equally unscrupulous choke.
Instantaneously, the Sisters are flailing as their air is cut off via their constricted windpipes and their condition isn't helped when the champs add to the fun of throttling their foes by pulling their heads off the canvas and SLAMMING them back to the deck one, two three times. Each blonde pulls their hands away as the official turns back to them. The duo rise and hold their hands high to the accusatory crowd. Beneath them Kristin and Deborah's dark eyes are wide as the choke in deep breaths and butt scoot in retreating skids toward their boss, each nurse begging off from the fight with a raise, plaintive hand.
Showing a bit of uncommon valor for a FAWN zebra, the referee puts himself directly between the champions and the challengers. "Look," he says, in his best commanding tone, "one of you needs to get out of this ring. Right... right now!"
Perhaps surprisingly, there is no argument from the Three, Ashley simply turning and walking toward her corner. Meanwhile, Pandora marches over to Deborah, grabbing a handful of dark locks and tugging the nurse to her feet. And from there, the Beach Goddess dips a little lower, moving her arms toward Hurt's waist, looking to pull the challenger into a tight bearhug.
Panny's move toward Deborah is a gift horse Kristin is unwilling to look in the mouth. She scrambles out under the bottom rope as Deborah gets swallowed up by the busty blonde powerhouse. As Nurse Hurt is lifted off her feet, the toes of her boots stretching to find the canvas, the official calls for the bell and makes The Three's defense legal. And as if to celebrate, Pandora shakes her nurse from side to side within her embrace, the more slender of the Sisters being rattled like a baby's toy, head swinging wildly. From the safety of her figurative seat next to the couch, Celia shouts encouragement to her staff and Deborah manages to lift her arms to either side of Pandora's head, planning to slap her hands together behind the blonde's skull to ring her ears and find freedom.
Spotting Deborah's rising arms, the Beach Goddess attempts to dissuade her opponent by giving Hurt's midsection a tighter squeeze, but that does not stop the raven haired Sister of Mercy from landing two simultaneous strikes to Pandora's ears. The blows don't dislodge Panny's arms from around her waist, but it does loosen her grip. Nurse Hurt administers a second dose of medicine, and her foe's arms ease their embrace a little further. A third application does the trick, the curvaceous blonde's arms falling away from Deborah's hips. Hurt quickly turns and starts to run toward the ropes...
... but Panny's arms abruptly reverse course, flying upward as she snatches two handfuls of dark locks. Pandora gives Deborah's tresses a harsh yank, the effect of which is only amplified by Deborah's attempt to rush off in the other direction, and she is sent crashing to the deck. Snatching an ankle, the Beach Goddess drags Hurt along as she steps closer to her corner, reaching out a hand for Ashley Locke to slap. And as the former Aphrodite slips through the ropes, Panny tucks Deborah's boots under her arms, intending to drop back and catapult the Sister of Mercy into the waiting arms of Locke, and subjecting her to a second bearhug.
The curvy blonde drops to the canvas and launches Deborah through the air and into Locke's waiting arms. The long, lean, sinewy blonde of The Three cinches her arms around Hurt before the brunette's boots can find the canvas and a wincing Deborah is stuck right back where she was moments before, Ashley doing her best to match Pandora squeeze for squeeze. Already worn by Panny's embrace, Locke's hug seems to do more damage, Deborah's head falling back, the Sister staring to the rafters in pain as the blonde compresses tummy and spine. Hurt starts to raise her arms to ring another pair of ears but Ashley won't have it, shaking the nurse violently to disabuse her from repeating the tactic. One Ashley doesn't count on however is Deborah jabbing a thumb in the champ's eye. Locke howls and curses, immediately dropping Deborah to the mat. Hurt wobbles but has enough left in her to deliver a forearm shiver to Locke's jaw before turning and scampering. One nurse tags another and Kristin enters, pulling her gloves tighter as she crosses the canvas and draws back her right leg for a punt to the privates of the half-blinded blonde.
Half blinded proves blinded enough, Kristin showing a distinct lack of her surname when her boot lands between Ashley's thighs. Locke lets out a howl as she is lifted off her feet, the leggy blonde then dropping to her knees before slumping forward, two hands wedged between her gams. The questionable blow does not meet with the usual level of scorn from the FAWNatics, a fact that does not go either unnoticed or unremarked upon by Adrianna Papadopolous. Pandora, meanwhile, threatens to return to the ring by slipping a leg through the ropes, but she stops short, simply glaring daggers at Nurse Manners.
"We can work wonders with breast reduction techniques," Manners hisses. "All the top-heavy skanks are having it done." Kristin's lips curl into a mischievous grin as she strides around a kneeling Ashley, stopping behind her. She leans down and grabs two handfuls of the back of Aphrodite's "toga" then tries to send the material up to Olympus and give the blonde an ungodly wedgie.
Ashley unleashes another high pitched howl as she pushes up to her hands and knees, the anguished blonde having little choice but to crawl forward and hope she can outpace the advancement of her togs into Aphrodite's most sacred temple. While the crowd might not have much love for the Sisters of Mercy or Celia Blassenville, witnessing the by Gawd Three being treated this way earns a round of throaty cheers and applause from the FAWNatics. In the champion's corner, Pandora bites her bottom lip, fighting every impulse to march her way over to Manners and rip those smirking lips off her face, while poor Ashley has to keep crawling for whatever relief she can claim--even if that means traveling deeper and deeper into the wrong half of the ring.
The naughty nurse strides behind, raising her eyebrows with grin firmly planted. She lifts a right boot high and PLANTS it between the Roman hills of Ashley's derriere, sending the goddess falling to her chest and face with a nasty shove. With Locke flat to the canvas, Nurse Manners walks atop the champ from ass to between her shoulderblades, using Ashley like a throw rug. Having reached her corner, she tags the waiting Deborah and Hurt enters. Manners is slow to depart however and the Sisters rip Locke off the deck. They turn the former Aphrodite and fling her to the opposite ropes. On her rebound, the duo races toward her, each spinning toward stereo leg lariats aimed at the face of Locke, a tall order considering her height.
\But it is perhaps an easier task in this instance as opposed to normal circumstances, given the trauma experienced by Ashley's undercarriage has rendered her gait a bit more bow-legged than usual. And against the team like the Three, it is important to take advantage of ANY such assistance they themselves offer, willingly or not. Kristin and Deborah's heels connect, one on either side of the blonde's jaw, Ashley's head snapping back and her shapely stems sailing out in front of her. Locke hits the mat with a thud and a groan, the champ rolling to her belly and cradling her noggin with both arms.
Both nurses kip to their feet, drawing a wide smile from Dr. Blassenville who offers each a polite golf clap. While Deborah hustles to the ropes behind her to rebound and send a legdrop across Ashley's throat, Kristin takes a roundabout way to her station by the doc with a drive by on Pandora. As she closes, Nurse Kristin pushes up her jubblies until they nearly spill over the top. "Seriously. I know a guy. You won't throw your back out as much." From behind, Manners can hear the zebra complaining. "I'll get you his card later," she adds Kristin spins and heads for safer ground while Hurt rises and heads to the ropes for a repeat legdrop on the reeling Ashley.
Deborah's second leg drop proves just as successful as the first, Nurse Hurt's luscious gam dropping across Ashley's throat and sending the blonde into a fit of spasms. The gasping blonde brings her hands up in an attempt to push the brunette's stem off her throat, but Deborah instead shuffles to position her thigh atop Locke's chest as she reaches for the blonde's legs, securing them to score the...
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOO!!!!!
From the floor, Adrianna SLAMS her hands against the apron, perhaps seeing her championship belt slipping away without her even being in the ring. But Locke kicks free with just a second to spare, continuing the Three's reign of terror... even if it didn't look so terrifying at the moment.
Hurt scrambles to her feet and grabs an ankle of Aphrodite. Deborah drags the groaning blonde toward the Sisters' corner, mimicking what Pandora had done to her. Under Dr. Blassenville's watchful eye, Deborah hands her legal status over to Kristin with a tag but again both nurses remain in the ring to tend to Ashley together. With Manners snatching the opposite ankle, the twosome pull Locke safely away from the cables then take a single step in away from each other, separating Locke's incredible legs wide. Between, Ashley holds up her palms plaintively. "I believe she needs an adjustment," Manners says.
"So true," Deborah retorts, both women in white ready to lay out in opposite directions and use Ashley's long, lovely limbs as a wishbone.
There's very little that Ashley can do to stop the Sisters. Legally, there's little that Pandora can do as well, but that doesn't stop the Beach Goddess from issuing a threat. "Do it and TRUST me, Ashley and I will make you regret it."
Hurt and Manners exchange perplexed glances. "Do you know what she's talking about?" Kristin asks.
"I think maybe she means THIS," Deborah replies, diving to the side about one heartbeat before her fellow nurse follows her lead in the opposite direction. Down the diabolical care-givers tumble, taking Locke's legs with her, Ashley's hammies threatening to pop before they release their holds on her ankles. Aphrodite shoots up to a seated position with a scream of agony, eyes wide as her hands plunge back between her thighs. She then spills to her back, those shapely thighs SNAPPING shut with her hands still in between, her knees drawing up toward her chest.
Manners hops to her feet and gives her cohort a hug before a grip on the shoulder of Deborah from the ref turns the brunette toward the Sisters' corner and she departs. Kristin plants a foot on Ashley's chest and barely gets a...
ONE...
... before Locke shoves it off. Manners turns toward the corner of the remaining Three. "So Emily does have you on Blue Cross, no?" Pandora's face turns rosy from the building fury, but the naughty nurse couldn't seem less concerned. "The thing about you Panny," Kristin continues, "is that everyone's so scared of you they've lost before they get in the ring. The doc, she let us know you're just another unhappy patient to be, frustrated and flustered as you watch your belts go bye bye with you standing on the sidelines."
Kristin uses Ashley's flaxen locks to yank Locke up to pigeon-toed feet. Manners separates the stems, pulling the left high and wide. Ashley whimpers, hoping not to find out what the nurse has in mind, namely three dragon screws in succession to take away Aphrodite's wheels for the rest of the night.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Kristin might have held possession of one of Ashley's wheels, but the blonde had two, and before the sadistic Sister could fall backward, Locke leaps off her plant leg, sweeping her boot through the air and catching the brunette in the temple with an enziguiri. It might not have been as graceful as beautiful as the likes thrown by a London or a Bloodwind, but it does the job, causing Manners' arm to fall away from her ankle and spinning Kristin away as Ashley herself falls to the canvas. Remaining on her belly, the one-time Goddess of Love starts to drag herself toward her corner and Pandora's waiting, outstretched arm--the audience considerably more divided than usual as the champion nears making an escape.
Though some of the FAWNatics might have waned to see what Pandora might do to the insolent nursing staff, Kristin has no such desire. Regaining her balance, she chases after the slithering blonde and has enough time to skip over her and sharply slap Panny, not on the hand, but the cheek. As the crowd explodes in delight, Manners u-turns and waits for Ashley to crawl to her. Behind Kristin, the official does his level best to keep the beach blonde out of trouble. Grabbing an ankle, Manners tries to twist the long, lean goddess to her back and knot up her foe's stems with her signature Amputator.
AMPUTATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaD0v5o195Y
Kristin falls to her faultless posterior, planting a boot against Ashley's shin and pressing hard, forcing a thoroughly uncharacteristic scream from the so often dominant blonde. And as Manners' continues to straighten her leg, ratcheting the pressure up more and more, Locke's hand rises above the canvas, wavering... faltering...
Just one problem: even if Aphrodite began to tap, at this moment the referee is tied up with a protesting Pandora. Sensing a chance to claim gold, Deborah Hurt demands (at the top of her lungs) that the zebra hurry up and get Panny out of the ring. Reluctantly, the Beach Goddess finally exits, Ashley's hand quaking as the official turns back to the action...
But it seems the moment passes in that instant, Ashley screwing her eyes shut and balling that hand into a fist. Cocking her elbow, the leggy blonde grits her teeth as she starts trying to crawl her way toward the ropes...
With the women pointed in opposite directions, Kristin has little in the way of stopping Locke's crawl to the cables other than putting yet more into the effort to force Ashley to surrender. But Aphrodite won’t go away so easily and, at the urging of Adrianna, the busty brunette pounding on the canvas in front of her, Ashley finally wraps a palm around the bottom strand. At the count of 'FOUR' Nurse Kristin unknots her legs and hops to th soles of her white New Balance tennies. The naughty nurse pushes out her lower lip in a pronounced pout.
And, at Dr. Blassenville's urgent request, strides back to a battered Locke. "You're not looking the part of a goddess tonight, are you? Not that you're any worse than that Greek Tragedy on the sideline." Kristin puckers at redfaced Pappy. Manners doesn't wait for Ashley to get past her knees before sinking her talons into the blonde's scalp. The Sister rips the champ to her feet and in one fluid motion sends her to the opposite ropes. With the rebound, Kristin races at Locke, diving low for a shameful chop block toward the left knee of the member of The Three.
Shameful? Absolutely. Effective? Even more so. Locke utters a loud, plaintive cry of agony when the brunette's shoulder DRVIES into the kneecap of her planted left leg, Ashley collapsing as if it had been a 9mm slug that had impacted her knee instead. Ashley draws herself into the smallest, tightest ball a leggy specimen of five foot ten can possibly manage, the blonde choking back sobs as she clutches at her left knee. Say this for the Sisters: under the guidance of Dr. Blassenville, if nothing else tonight they had made the Three look about as mortal as any team to date had managed. And it didn't appear that Manners and Hurt were finished, by any means.
For Kristin scrambles to her feet and immediately heads for the Sisters' corner, tagging off to her wardmate Deborah. Hurt climbs to the top of the buckles instead of entering while Manners plucks Ashley out of her ball, standing the wobbly Amazon and sidling behind. Ducking her head between Ashley's long, lithe legs, Manners circles her arms around the thighs of the blonde and starts to lift the champ to an electric chair height, no doubt planning to set the beleaguered Aphrodite on an elevated platter for the poised and focused Deborah. Her fellow brunette waits for the perfect moment to put Locke through an airborne spin cycle and end her and The Three's astonishing reign in spectacular fashion.
Hurt takes flight, the crowd drawing in their collective breath as her path takes her toward the suspended blonde, seeing still not quite translating into believing for the FAWNatics. But their skepticism does nothing to stop Deborah's arm from slamming into Ashley's upper chest, the clothesline from on high knocking the Goddess of Love perhaps not quite from the heights of Olympus but still from a decent altitude atop Kristin Manners' shoulders, the leggy beauty flipping through the air as she tumbles, Locke's head and shoulders slamming into the mat with a thud. The impact leaves the reigning tag champ upended, her taut tush pointed toward the rafters, Ashley's knees resting just above her noggin.
Newly legal, as opposed to Barely Legal, Hurt takes a seat atop the back of Locke's knees keeping the long lithe blonde matchbooked and showing no signs of squirming free this time. The ref waits a tick as Kristin heads for the sidelines to make the count official. And though Ashley might wake up from a Code Blue sometime later tonight, it would certainly be after the next three slaps of the mat made the Sisters of Mercy FAWN Tag Team champions at the count of...
UNO...
DOS...
TRESNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arriving in just the nick of time, thanks to her own set of ludicrously long legs, Pandora extends her right arm and demonstrates to Deborah EXACTLY what a massive clothesline feels with when her scythe connects with Hurt's clavicle. And much as Ashley had been sent spilling off of Kristin Manners' shoulders, Deborah is sent flying from Locke's rump, her back and the back of her head striking the mat hard. The referee quickly moves to ensure Pandora doesn't do any more, but in truth, the curvaceous blonde has no such intentions. The more time she spends in the ring, the less time Ashley has to reach her in her corner, so the Beach Goddess quickly backpedals there with raised hands.
Doctor Blassenville lodges her protests as a dazed Nurse Deborah tries to clear her head with a shake. The brunette remains seated as Nurse Kristin implores her Sister to get back on the grounded Aphrodite. One final rattle of Hurt's noggin seems to place Deborah's motor back into 'Drive' and she struggles to her feet. Seeing the battered Ashley again crawling for salvation, Pandora back in place to receive her tag, Deborah gets on her horse and mounts Locke like her little pony with the tall blonde a few gallops away from the curvy beauty. Cupping her laced fingers under Ashley's chin, Deborah leans back, curling neck and spine. "Are you learning a lesson?" Deborah asks Panny. "Doc said you'd look a lot less dangerous when you're one instead of three. And sorry, not-sorry, she was right...again!"
It was taking EVERY ounce of Pandora's self restraint to remain in her station. The only thing keeping her moored was the knowledge of just how satisfying it would be to get her hands around Hurt's throat once Ashley tagged her... but the struggling blonde HAD to tag her first. Groaning as Nurse Hurt cranks up the pressure, Locke reaches her hand out, but her arm is not QUITE as long as her legs, her fingers coming up just short. Finding herself in an uncommon position, Panny steps up onto the bottom rope, leaning into the ring as far as she can to make the tag... and Deborah LEEEANS back a little more, bending Locke's spine more harshly, lifting her upper body upward--and correspondingly pulling Ashley's hand a little further away from Pandora's. Just enough. Mewling in anguish, Ashley bucks her hips against her rider, her fading hopes utterly reliant on knocking Hurt out of her saddle.
But there seems little chance of that happening as, with the ref's eyes glued on Pandora and Adrianna, Celia Blassenville sends Nurse Kristin in. Manners races to Ashley and goes back to back with her partner, reaching for an ankle to add a single leg crab to Deborah's modified clutch. As the official demands Kristin exit but before Manners can get the long lower limb under control, Ashley kicks free from Manners’ grip and bucks free of Deborah's. She slides out from under both, the brunette's backsides banging against the canvas in unison as Locke dives to slap hands with Panny. The Sisters scurry to their feet, Deborah with the advantage of already being turned toward Pandora and so ready to get the first clothesline in against the force of nature.
Hurt might be ready to fire, but Pandora is equally quick to evade, ducking under the clothesline and guiding her lowered shoulder into the back of the risen Kristin Manners. The blindside shot catches the Sister totally unaware, Manners' head flying backward as she lets out a wail, her right arm involuntarily rising as well, elbow cocked--it's a scene oddly reminiscent of Clay Matthews sacking Jay Cutler. With one nurse sprawled at Panny's feet, the Beach Goddess starts to straighten up, but a hand grabs her shoulder, Deborah spinning the tag champ around and DRIVING a forearm into Panny's vaunted bosom. A second forearm rocks the curvy blonde back onto her heels, and Hurt takes a wrist, preparing to send her foe for a ride...
... when Pandora reverses, launching the brunette on her way toward the ropes. As Hurt rebounds off the cables, the Beach Goddess lifts a luscious stem, looking to connect a Big Boot to Deborah's jaw.
And Panny introduces the nurse to HER operating room, catching Hurt flush with the sole of her shoe leather at the end of the long, muscular right leg. Deborah's stems fly out in front of her as her shoulders and head THUMP violently against the matboards, Deborah left staring blankly at the rafters after the impact. Meanwhile, Kristin puts her aching spine aside as best she can and races at Panny from behind with double axehandle blow at the ready, prepared to let Panny know the nurses mean to end The Three's despotic reign be that with Ashley or her.
Again, the Sisters benefit from Pandora's back being turned, Manners' joined fists SMASHING down in between the Beach Goddess' shoulderblades. Of course, Deborah's advantage had been short lived. Kristin tries to ensure history does not repeat itself by slamming a forearm into Panny's kidney region, the voluptuous blonde crying out as she takes a step away from her attacker. Not wanting to let her get too far away, Kristin steps in, delivering another forearm to Panny's upper back and loading up for another. But the Beach Goddess suddenly reaches back, grabbing two handfuls of hair. That doesn't stop Manners from landing her forearm, but before she can do anything further, Pandora yanks the brunette into a VICIOUS kneelift to the gut that leaves Kristin doubled over. Panny then reaches down, wrapping her arms around the Sister's waist, intending to hoist the challenger up onto her shoulder, ready to be obliterated by the Dominator.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
Panny uses a gutwrench that looks all too easy, vaulting Manners into the air in a forward flip. Nurse Kristin ends lain across Pandora's right shoulder, her face pointed to the arena lights above. Spine bent around the invading shoulder, a groaning Kristin tries to squirm free of her predicament. Pandora marches around the ring, stomping out every step to send an extra burst of pain through the nurse's spinal column. Finally, the blonde sends Kristin barreling toward the canvas from whence she came, face and chest BANGING into the deck with a reverberating collision. The demolished brunette flops absently to her back, motionless save the roll of her chest.
The interloper now sufficiently dealt with, Pandora turns her attention back to the legal woman in the contest. Marching over to the stirring brunette, the Beach Goddess grabs a handful of hair and yanks the Sister up to her feet. Releasing those locks, Panny DRIVES both hands into Hurt's chest, shoving Deborah back into the Three's corner. Stepping in, the voluptuous blonde draws back her right hand and lands a resounding chop to the nurse's chest, and with Deborah wincing in pain, Panny snatches a wrist. Setting her feet, the Beach Goddess starts to send Hurt racing toward her own (currently empty) corner, planning to follow her in with a MASSIVE avalanche splash.
Still dazed and confused from Panny's concussive boot, Nurse Deborah provides little in the manner of fighting the blonde's bedside manner. Panny's shove sends the brunette into a steady backpedal that ends with Hurt's backbone CRASHING into the buckles. But her corner is not the only one Pandora plans on employing tonight. The curvy blonde sends Deborah sprinting across the canvas in the blink of an eye, Hurt barely able to turn her back into the far buckles, the impact sending a spasm through her frame.
Only a couple seconds behind is the charging beach blonde. Pandora launches a few feet out from her target and BURIES Deborah under her incomparable mass. The upper half of Hurt disappears under the avalanche of tanned flesh until Panny bounces away from her victim. Deborah staggers out of the buckles, drunk with juggshock and karma seems to get the better of the nurses as she makes it to the spreadeagled Kristin, tumbling headfirst into her fellow Sister, Deborah butting Kristin in the crotch. A weepy-eyed, lip-trembling Manners shoots up to a seated position, Deborah's face still buried in her lap as she mewls in pain.
Kristin is sent back to her back when the Beach Goddess drives a stomp into her chest. Panny then slips her fingers into Deborah's raven locks, unable to resist pressing Hurt's face a little deeper into Manners' undercarriage before tightening her grip and pulling up on the nurse's locks. Guiding the brunette up onto wobbly legs, Pandora turns Deborah around and stuffs the Sister's head under her left arm. She then moves her right hand to Hurt's hip and pops her own, aiming to muscle the challenger into the air, curious to see how long she could hold Deborah up before she had to complete the jackhammer.
JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0thUHAXAAOs
The blonde Amazon launches Deborah high into the Orlando sky above her, keeping Hurt ass over tea kettle. Outside, Celia is forced to watch the flaxen-haired tidal wave continuing to turn against her staff. Pandora marches around the downed and depleted Manners with Deborah ready to be hammered to the deck far below. She makes a full lap around one Sister with the other before dropping and SLAMMING Deborah atop Kristin, landing her curvy frame atop both dark-haired grapplers. If Manners had been legal, there's little doubt her pinned shoulders would remain there for a win for The Three. However, with Deborah on top of her greasespot of a teammate, the Sisters remain in the match for the moment. On the sidelines, the good doctor remains silent, realizing her words won't reach the nurses in their current physical state.
Climbing to her feet, the natural order of the FAWN tag team division restored, Pandora saunters over to the splattered Sisters and takes hold of Deborah's wrist. The Beach Goddess uses that arm to drag Nurse Hurt off her partner and toward the nearest corner, while a somewhat recovered Ashley Locke lumbers over to the remaining Sister. The leggy blonde scrapes the remains of Kristin Manners off the canvas and charges the ropes with her cargo, slinging Manners through the cables and sending her flying toward Dr. Blassenville. Meanwhile, having lined Deborah up just so, Pandora climbs onto the middle rope. Gripping the top rope to stabilize herself, Panny begins to bounce on her perch, building up force before she kicks into the air and lays out, looking to drop belly first not across Hurt's midsection but rather her face in quite the souped up Tummy Tuck.
LIPO SPLASH (modification of):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k
Nurse Kristin is deposited outside the squared circle with the bum's rush from the former Aphrodite. The ragdolled Manners flies between the ropes toward FAWN's foremost psychiatrist who sidesteps her staff, letting Kristin THUMP face and chest-first into the thinly padded cement floor. With one Sister disposed of in emphatic fashion, Pandora has the other lined up for a more grisly fate. Beneath the bouncing Panny, an already depleted Deborah is about to be anesthetized by The Three's busty force of nature. Kicking up seismic tremors in the ring, Pandora finally launches high and back. Her golden tummy SLAMS down across the face of the splayed Hurt. The violent Tuck sends Panny bouncing off the demolished nurse, the blonde ending on her haunches with a slight wince. At her knees, the formerly feisty Sister is out cold, the challenger KO’ed by Panny's lethal abs. Pandora doesn't bother with a Press, instead cradling the brunette from her haunches. Above her, Ashley gives her partner a shoulder massage as the official counts out the anticlimactic...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer tells a stunned audience, "your winners, via pinfall... THHHEEE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!"
Meanwhile, a visible relieved Adrianna Papadopolous climbs the ring steps, one title belt slung over each shoulder. As she slips through the ropes, Ashley Locke helps her partner back to her feet, the Beach Goddess planting her foot atop Deborah's bosom. The Goddess of Love adds a boot of her own, hers on Hurt's abdomen, Adrianna settling into a standing straddle of the fallen Sister behind them and raising both blonde's hands in victory. Finally, the Three had been tested... and still, they had emerged victorious.
Who COULD stand against them now?
