Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 7:53:56 GMT
The arena, throbbing with the sound and energy of tens of thousands of fans, seemed like a world away, although the only thing which separated it from them was a velvet curtain. But as Maeve and Moira stood there, each shifting weight from side to side as the electric anticipation seemed to crackle off of their skin, both were too deep within themselves to pay much heed to the cacophony just beyond them.
When they had been informed several weeks back that the Tag Team Champions requested…no, demanded…that they face Maeve and Moira for the belts tonight, the Irish sisters weren’t fooled one bit as to why. True, the Ríúil Kanes were one of the most accomplished tag duos in FAWN history, and former tag champs themselves. But the Kanes hadn’t wrestled together as a team in months, instead taking time to pursue individual agendas. Maeve remained in FAWN and made a highly credible run for the Eurasian title. Moira undertook an extended tour of Asia and Australia. Altogether, their solo endeavors were highly satisfying, but although they both fully intended to reunite as a team, they resented having that reunion dictated by The Three.
<i>Guess we’ll just have to show them what a fatal mistake they’ve made</i>, both siblings agreed.
Then comes the sound of a voice through the PA system, pulling them out of their silent reflections: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-five pounds, they are former Tag Champs, Maeve and Moira…the <i>Ríúil KAAAAAAAAAAAANES!</i>”
MOIRA KANE:
MAEVE KANE:
Celtic pipes wafted through the arena's sound system, but that quickly morphed into an electronica beat as the curtain tore open, the spotlight fixing upon the two women who emerge. The elder Kane, Maeve, was clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves and pushed up her impressive 36DD’s, while her sister Moira (an "Irish twin" at a mere 10 months younger), was garbed in a two-piece ensemble that was of a darker shade of green than that of her sibling, but likewise highlighted her not-unimpressive 34D’s. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and it was obvious that they were bound and determined to do the same again tonight.
Climbing up the ring stairs to the apron, the Kanes demanded that the referee sit on the bottom rope and open the cables up for them. This he did, begrudgingly, and blonde Moira and redheaded Maeve stepped into the squared circle. The crowd exploded with cheers as Maeve raised her fists and Moira jumped up to the middle turnbuckle of one corner, holding her arms wide to encourage and absorb the adulation. Without having to change their style or attitude much, the Kanes had found themselves transformed over time from despised rulebreakers to much-beloved ‘tweeners.
But regardless of how the crowd felt about them, the Kanes knew full well that the only audience that mattered were the women they awaited. Well, the Irish lasses were about to give The Three a show they wouldn’t soon forget.
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing YOUR FAWN tag team champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part and that action is more than enough for the audience to spew their accumulated venom. Out step three unparalleled physical specimens, who together form the most imposing team FAWN has ever seen and the most successful champions in any division by a wide margin, having held their gold for more than 18 months.
Pandora, the instinctive leader of the fulsome threesome, makes the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights. Standing just south of six feet tall, the blonde fills out her white bikini top with no room to spare. The lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth midriff. 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.
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. The moniker of Aphrodite now rarely used, at least by heself, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde right at the six foot mark, with a good two thirds seemingly her limitless legs. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and downright dangerous. Her chest is ‘armored’ with a 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, lacking any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her descent from the heavens, 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, appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court.
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, namely basic black.
PANDORA:
ASHLEY LOCKE:
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS:
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, the Kanes and the crowd are on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against the Kanes?
The Three aren’t shy in letting their spoiler slip, Adrianna and Pandora carrying the straps over their shoulders.
The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Papadopolous and Pandora 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, blonde and brunette 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 each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind the Riuls--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should the women feel like running back to the locker room in a panic before the Three made stew out of the Irishwomen.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but the Goddess of Love withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter, Ashley descends to the floor without a hint of concern.
Within the squared circle, after a few moments of discussion, the Greek Goddess retreats to her station on the apron, leaving the former World champion and the woman whose winning percentage no one of consequence in FAWN would ever touch in the ring to begin the match, the curvy champion ready to demolish whichever of the sisters stupid enough to remain.
Neither Kane would consider facing off against Pandora to necessarily be the smartest of options, but nor would they consider themselves stupid. Indeed, both were eager to knock the flaxen Amazon down a few pegs. To Maeve fell that initial honor, as Moira slips through the ropes to take her perch on the apron.
The redhead displays not an ounce of intimidation as she steps to the center of the ring, where she faces off with her opposite number as the referee goes over the basic rules. Although the Irishwoman gives up some half-a-foot to Pandora, she locks eyes with the taller woman, the two wrestlers shooting invisible daggers at one another.
The instructions concluded, the ref orders both women to their corners, and they each turn to walk away...except that Pandora does a complete 360, and before Moira can utter a word of warning, Maeve suddenly feels a hand grasping her scarlet locks close to the roots and roughly yanking her backward.
Taking Kane's left wrist, the tag champ spins her around and yanks her toward her, even as Pandora's right arms swings like a scythe toward Maeve's throat. But at the last instant, the redhead ducks under the short clothesline, pulls her own wrist free of the startled blonde's grasp while an instant later grabbing hold of Pandora's own wrist. Stepping behind the Amazon, Maeve twists the arm with enough torque to actually flip the statuesque battler over and onto her back, momentarily stunning her.
That moment was all the Irish lass needed to fill her fists with golden locks and hair haul the squealing Pandora back up to her feet, then snap mare her over onto the mat again. The blonde's eyes roll in their sockets as she's reduced to the status of over-stuffed ragdoll, while in her corner and standing at ringside, her fellow Three-ers stand agape in stunned silence as their mountain is reduced to a molehill.
Pulling the moaning Pandora back up to her pins once again, the redhead Irish whips her into the Kane's corner, then dashes toward her opponent, leaping into the air and bodysplashing the big blonde. And while her rack is an eyeful of impressiveness, having Maeve's DD's slam into them like twin wrecking balls serves only to smash the mammaries into their owner's own lungs, expelling oxygen with a loud WHOOSH.
Rather than press her advantage, Maeve sudden wheels around the stalks closer to the Three's own corner, where she points a finger at Locke and starts to berate her. Rising to the bait, Ashley starts to step between the ropes, necessitating the official to jump between the two. This mean, of course, that the luckless zebra can't spare the attention to notice that Moira has wrapped the tag rope tight around Pandora's throat and is subsequently strangling her! The big blonde's arms and legs flail as she gasps pitifully for breath.
What comes next isn't salvation for the blonde, unfortunately for her. Returning her efforts to her legal opponent, Maeve rushes back into the corner, bending forward and driving a shoulder into Pandora's breadbasket, even as Moira surreptitiously removes the cord from her victim's neck, her face a model of angelic innocence. Adrianna, having tolerated more than enough of this double-teaming, has circled the ring and has nearly reached where Moira stands on the apron, when the referee barks at her to go back to her side of the ring, and warning her that he won't hesitate to DQ her partners if she interferes in the match. Scowling, the Greek stalks back to her place.
With Pandora barely able to draw half a decent breath, Maeve yanks her out of the corner by the wrist and flips her back onto the canvas. Moving deftly, the redhead grabs her opponent's long legs and flips over, applying a bridging pin. The ref drops to his knees and starts to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
With Locke only halfway through the ropes and too far away to make the save, she and Papadopolous can only breathe a sigh of relief as their partner is able to muster the power to kick out...narrowly...from the reign-ending pin. Grasping that discretion is the better part of valor, Pandora frantically rolls to the ropes, goes under them, and falls in a heap to the arena floor. It's an unceremonious retreat, but at least it preserves the gold for a while longer. Adrianna comes over to her to help her up, and Locke stands ready to interfere with the ref's count in order to give her buffeted partner enough time to rally herself.
But inside the ring, Maeve isn't about to let her rival off the hook quite so easily.
The auburn-haired Irishwoman circles stealthily to the opposite ropes and bursts into a sprint across the canvas. Diving through the cables, the curvy Kane treats Panny and Addy like big bowling pins. Having caught sight out of the corner of their eyes, the champs don’t have time to steel themselves and Maeve knocks both to the floor beneath her, Kane ending splayed on top.
Maeve pops to her feet and pumps a fist at the roaring crowd, the FAWNatics, at least for the moment, believing the impossible might be possible tonight. Grabbing Pandora by her flaxen locks, Kane pulls the beach blonde out of the pile and throws her back in the ring, Panny rolling under the bottom rope and struggling up to one knee.
Kane follows behind, scrambling up and racing to unload with a Shining Wizard. Her knee THUNKS against the left temple of the genuflecting Amazon. Panny spins to the deck, ending in a starfish, dulled eyes blinking up at the rafters. She tries to shake out some cobwebs, propping up on her elbows, a rare forlorn look on her features, Pandora unaccustomed to the harsh treatment.
And the sisters have no plan on letting up. Maeve passes on the pin and instead is ready with the tag, slapping palms with her flaxen-haired kin. Moira ascends to the top buckle and climbs atop Maeve’s shoulders. With the official grousing, the partners move to Panny and Maeve lays out, delivering Moira in an electric chair senton to the tanned tummy of the champion.
Pandora jackknifes around the impact, bug-eyed. While Adrianna and Ashley complain bitterly at the referee, the Kanes scramble to their feet, Moira jumping into the arms of her sister so Maeve can transfer the blonde to her right shoulder and body slam her sister across the breathless Panny with another super-sized, slam-assisted senton, the big busty blonde letting loose with a guttural groan from the second splash in a few seconds. This time, Moira reaches behind her to hook a long muscular leg and roll Pandora into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Panny busts out of the predicament forcefully, but the excited Kanes take the two-count as telling this early in the match. While the man in stripes corrals Maeve and leads her to the sidelines, Moira tugs Pandora to her feet with a wrist and a shoulder. From behind, Kane slips her body under Panny’s right arm while swinging her opposite leg around the big blonde’s opposite hip.
Before Pandora can respond, the younger Kane reaches across Pandora’s frame and locks her fingers, shredding Panny’s famous tawny tummy with an Abdominal Stretch.
<B>Abdominal Stretch </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v87I_Tx69OM )
Moira tugs on the Amazonian body of her foe, drawing grunts and groans from the champ. Too engrossed to ask, Maeve does so for her sister, demanding the ref ask Pandora if she wants to give. But instead of responding verbally, Pandora grits her perfect pearlies and brings her power to play as she’s done countless times before.
Kane shakes her head in disbelief as the titleholder slowly shifts her body, twisting the incredulous Moira farther to the right until Kane’s hands are separated, Moira’s arms shaking in effort but unable to maintain the lock. Once broken, Pandora hip tosses the challenger to the deck, Moira landing on her tailbone.
The Riul reaches for her aching arse, seated next to her foe. Pandora slumps to her haunches working out some of the kinks the Kanes provided, an unusual necessity for FAWN’s most feared. Finally able to rise, Pandora turns and heads for the corner of The Three, another rare site for the assembled; seeing Pandora’s tail turned.
Moira makes for the opposite corner and tags in her big sis. With a serious hitch in her giddy-up, Panny strides for the outstretched hand of the Greek goddess, but is yanked away by Maeve at the last second, Kane spinning Pandora into a side headlock.
Maeve takes off in a rush back to her corner with the big blonde in tow on her hip. She leaps with legs extended to bulldog Panny to the deck, but before she’s able, the champ has her palms on Maeve’s hips and shoves the FAWN veteran off when she takes to the Orlando skies.
To the relief of the fans, Maeve manages to land on her feet, avoiding a painful butt bump. The wily Irishwoman spins on the wobbly Amazon and delivers a dropkick to the blonde’s knee, again taking Panny to penitence, Pandora wincing while on one knee, Maeve standing by her foe’s side.
The green-eyed terror wraps Pandora’s noggin in a front facelock and lays out, spiking Pandora’s skull to the canvas with a Knee-DT, the slack body of the blonde tumbling over in a flip and sliding to a spreadeagle,
The crowd can barely contain itself and Maeve seems a little taken aback, the sight of Pandora in such a state giving her a moment’s pause. Quickly, instinct kicks in and she dives across the curvy blonde six-footer in a crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Pandora shoves a shoulder up.
In the corner of the champions, Adrianna and Ashley look at each other in a state of confusion. This was not how the night had been planned. It was to be another ushering out of the old guard.
Meanwhile, Maeve shoves Panny to her chest and climbs aboard, securing both arms of the battered blonde, one in a scissors, the other in a brutal arm lock, Maeve securing the Galway Graveyard, the crowd instantly demanding Pandora tap away her title.
<B>Galway Graveyard</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg )
“Ask her,” Maeve shouts, the redhead tasting the tag titles for what would be an unprecedented third time.
But when the official does, a mewling Pandora spits out a determined “NO!”
Kane keep the pressure on for another dozen seconds before fatigue forces a break, both women collapsing to their chests, the Irishwoman lying atop her brutalized blonde.
A rare shout from the corner of The Three prompts movement from the abused Amazon and Pandora crawls out from under a glistening Maeve. But as it seems the champ is on her way, if slowly, to safety. Kane snatches an ankle and rises. The redhead waggles a raised index finger and drags the writhing Panny toward her sister.
When Pandora kicks free with enough force to land Maeve on her bum, the supreme look of confidence is instantly washed away. The auburn-maned Kane turns to home turf and dives toward Moira to tag in her sibling. But only a tick after she does, Pandora does likewise with her back-up, the busty brunette from Olympus.
Undeterred by the fresh troops, Kane races toward the entering Adrianna and leaps at Pandora’s replacement. But a buried shoulder from the Goddess to Kane’s chest, sends the flaxen-haired veteran to her back, Moira looking up at Papadopolous with the awe of a mortal looking at her deity.
Understanding that the initial success of the Kane's was a result of a campaign of 'shock and awe', Papadopolous opts for the same, throwing herself down on Moira and sitting a-straddle of her waist. Balling her fists, the Greek grappler unleashes a maelstrom of blows to the blonde's face and head, leaving Kane yelping and mewling from the battering. Satisfied that she's left her adversary properly stunned, Adrianna rises up, peeling the younger Kane up off of the canvas with her by a handful of golden mane.
But Moira isn't allowed to be upright for very long. Instead, Adrianna tucks her opponent's head tightly under her left arm, grabs a handful of the blonde's briefs with her right hand, and with one fluid motion spikes the crown of the Irish battler's skull into the canvas with a textbook DDT. Kane's body flops to the mat lifelessly and she lays starfished, glazed eyes staring uncomprehendingly at the arena lights above. In her corner, Maeve is in a near-panic, hands to her cheeks as she calls out to her sibling to pull herself together.
And then the end is in hand, as Addy almost languidly rolls herself over and atop her prone adversary. The referee drops to his knees and beings to count...
1...
2...
NO!
Although Moira had begun the motion of attempting to kick out, it's entirely debatable whether she had the physical wherewithal to accomplish it. Rather, what spared her from defeat was Papadopolous herself lifting the Irish lass's shoulder up off of the mat, breaking the pin. She needn't explain why; the Kanes were going to suffer much, much more before being granted the merciful release of defeat.
Twin handfuls of flaxen hair haul Moira back up to unsteady feet, where she sways but does not fall. Adrianna backpedals to the ropes in order to rebound off of them, but at the last instant drives to her right, so that she can jack an elbow into the jaw of the unsuspecting Maeve. The elder Kane tumbles backward, landing in a pained heap on the arena floor. Her cheap shot reaping a rich bounty, Addy returns her attention to the other Irishwoman. She dashes toward her, right arm held horizontal, and she nearly takes Moira's head off with a sickle clothesline, the blonde's feet flying out from under her as she crashes onto her back. going to her knees alongside her opponent, Adrianna raises her arms high like a concert pianist about to strike the final chord, and then she plunges them down, her stiletto-like fingers clawing into the younger Kane's belly, viciously kneading her abdominal muscles like so much batter for Irish soda bread. Moira yowls in anguish, but refuses to submit...much to Addy's pleasure.
Meantime, with the official's attention focused on the legal women in the ring, Locke has skulked her way around ringside until she reached Maeve, who with a groan is sitting up on the floor, one hand rubbing her aching chin, the other clutching her throbbing lower back. Despite the warning cries from the spectators, the redhead does not notice the stealthy intruder, and she is unprepared as a knee suddenly smashes into the side of her head, sending her tumbling to her side. Taking Kane by an arm and by the hair, Ashley pulls her upright and lays her back across the steel ring barrier. She then begins to deliver chops to the hapless Irishwoman's belly, each blow knocking more air from Moira's lungs.
Had she elected to continue, the One-Third was confident she could render the red-haired battler unconscious. However, fully cognizant of her official status as a non-combatant in this contest...and very much aware of the necessity of not disappointing Pandora, who would not be satisfied unless she could get a measure of revenge on the woman who had so brutally overwhelmed her just minutes ago...Ashley halts her assault. Grabbing the softly moaning Maeve by the hair and pulling her on rubbery legs, she shoves her onto the ring apron, and then returns to her place on the opposite side of the ring.
Within the squared circle itself, Papadopolous looks up to heed a call from Pandora, who stands ready in their corner to return to the fray. She instantly ceases her clawhold and stands up, then casually saunters over to her corner and leans on the turnbuckle, as she and her partner watch with no small amusement as Moira, sniffling back tears, achingly rolls over onto her belly, and then slowly drags herself almost blindly toward her own corner, desperate to make the tag with her sister. It seems to take forever as she makes the slow, groveling exodus across the canvas, until at last through bleary eyes she can see her sibling, and she reaches out a trembling hand.
Maeve isn't in much better condition, but she doesn't hesitate for a moment, reaching her arm through the ropes and brushing fingertips with Moira. The redhead, still seated on the apron, rolls under the ropes as Moira gratefully rolls out, then grabs at the cables to help pull herself back up to her feet in order to face Papadopolous.
But it won't be Addy she'll be facing. Adrianna slaps hands with Panny, then both walk on either side of the ropes to the middle, where the brunette can get the most slack as she grasps the top strand and pulls it down. That allows the Amazonian blonde to swing one leg over to enter the ring, then the other, Andre the Giant-style. It's an intimidation move, and whether it's true or not, the big girl is confident it has given her adversary a moment's pause.
If so, it is only for a moment, as with a banshee's howl, Maeve suddenly rushes across the ring, intent on throwing herself into her opponent and knocking her to the canvas, where her size won't be much of an advantage. Unfortunately for the redhead, Pandora plants her feet, and manages to catch Kane, wrapping her muscular arms around the Irish lass for a bearhug. Maeve gives a loud, pained gasp as the steely bands that are the blonde's upper limbs tighten around her, intent on crushing the last vestiges of power the European beauty has left in her. Displaying astounding strength, Pandora lifts Kane's feet up off of the mat, holding her in the air as she tightens her grasp, Maeve's face contorted into a mask of agony.
All appears bleak for the Riuil as she squirms in the deadly embrace. She knows that if she is to have any hope of continuing the fight, she needs to escape this hold quickly. Thus, reducing the contest from a wrestling match to a back alley brawl, Maeve rakes her nails around her tormentor's eyes. Panny shrieks, her arms instinctively snapping open as she stumbles back, hands trying to rub the pain away from her eyes. Kane drops to her feet, her knees nearly buckling, but she manages to stay up. And although she says nothing, the look in her emerald eyes fairly screams, "MY TURN!"
Maeve cuddles the blinded blonde Amazon close, wrapping her arms around the infamous tanned tummy of FAWN’s Most Feared, locking her hands behind. Kane lifts Pandora off her feet and genuflects, savagely driving her knee DEEP into Panny’s crotch with an Atomic Drop. The 50-megaton blast sends the beach blonde hopping high off the bony joint, face twisted in anguish, hands buried between her thighs.
To her credit, the champ remains upright when she lands, if pigeon-toed. From The Three’s corner, Adrianna shouts at her partner to retreat and tag, but Pandora seems frozen from the waves of pain emanating from below. For her part, Ashley complains bitterly about the eye rake from the redhead. Maeve puckers and waves cheerily at the Goddess of Love.
In the meantime, a waddling Panny rotates to point in the direction of her corner, only for Kane to throw a chop block into the back of the blonde’s knee, taking down Pandora a peg. Maeve spins, dips and collects a front facelock on the kneeling champion then throws her curvy frame in reverse, absolutely SPIKING Pandora’s cranium into the canvas with a crisp, ring-rattling DDT.
A blasted Panny absently flops to her back in a wide starfish, many in the crowd taking out their phones to capture such a rare moment. The infrequent sight is not lost on a worried Pappy. Not waiting for Kane to cover, Adrianna jumps through the ropes and takes a swipe at the throat of the Riul.
Maeve ducks under the clothesline of the Greek Goddess and before Papadopolous can skid to a stop, Moira puts on the brakes for her. Having entered a half-tick behind Adrianna, the flaxen-haired Kane CRACKS her boots into Pappy’s jaw, dropping the olive-skinned beauty like a tree felled in a storm.
The crowd is at DefCon4, threatening to tear the roof down with their roar as the Irishwomen stand over the splayed champions. The sisters move to each other and share a high five then peel the immortal from Olymous off the deck, a Kane grasping each of her wrists. The veteran duo flings Addy to the far ropes and station at center stage for her return.
Blonde and redhead stop Adrianna in her tracks with a double toe kick to the tummy. As if in stereo, each Kane corrals Addy’s braincase in a front facelock and together they PLANT the crown of her skull to the deck. Papadopolous flips over and skids to a motionless spreadeagle, knocked as cold as Poseidon’s depths.
The Riuls hop to their feet as the crowd begins chanting “NEW…CHAMPS. NEW…CHAMPS.”
A struggling Pandora’s made it to her feet and leans deep into her corner, her arms thrown over the ropes on either side to remain upright. Her head droops, chin to considerable chest as both Kanes line up for a run at the beach blonde. But the concerned ref holds up a hand and moves to the tanned Amazon. Placing a hand on Panny’s shoulder, he asks if the champ can still go.
There’s no question in the minds of the challengers and Maeve runs full bore at FAWN’s Most Feared, leaping from a few feet out to bury Pandora in an avalanche of Irish curves. But as the redhead takes to the skies, Pandora pulls the zebra in front of her and Kane SPLASHES into the back of the official CRUSHING him before sandwiching his face into Pandora’s cleavage and compacting Panny as well.
When Maeve bounces away from the impact, the ref turns in a stupor, getting three steps out of the corner before taking a header into the canvas next to the semi-conscious Greek. Unfortunately for Pandora, she remains in place as Moira is already on the runway. She races in to SPLASH atop the gobsmacked Amazon, the younger Kane applying her considerable wares in the process.
This time it’s Panny wobbling out after Moira slides to the side. The curvey blonde makes it an extra step or two before melting to her haunches next to an adrenaline-filled Maeve. Instantly, the elder sister is directing traffic in the mayhem. The busty redhead points Moira at Adrianna.
“Get her out, if you’d be so kind,” Maeve requests as she moves to the official and tries to rouse the striped shirt.
“My pleasure,” Moira responds.
But trying to shovel the dazed Greek off the deck is less a pleasure than a chore, Addy close to dead weight.
On the sidelines, Ashley tries to stir Pandora out of a stupor with a shout. Realizing she can’t, she slips her head under the apron and emerges with a steel folding chair. With the crowd apoplectic, trying desperately to warn the challengers, the long, lean Goddess of Love, slides under the bottom rope. Stealthily, Ashley brandishes the weapon overhead and slinks toward the distracted Moira, Kane having physically cajoled Addy to a drunken wobbly vertical in preparation of sending her out of the ring with a bum’s rush.
However, Locke has other ideas. She swings the makeshift weapon toward the back of Moira’s skull, at least until Maeve snatches the folded metal from behind before the fatal follow through.
A startled Ashley reflexively turns to face the pilferer of her chair and finds a growling Maeve, not at all happy the Goddess of Love was about to put a dent in her sister’s skull.
With chair in hand, the redhead seems ready for retribution. But instead of bringing the proverbial hammer down, she tosses the makeshift weapon over Locke’s head, Ashley too surprised to reach for it in time. The metal is gathered out of the air by Moira, who, instead of having shuffled Adrianna to the outside, planted the back of her foe’s braincase to the deck with an inverted DDT, stripping Pappy of her last particle of immortal consciousness.
Ashley spins, following the chair on its flight, blue eyes widening when she sees Moira with the steel. But Kane softly tosses it to her, Ashley momentarily confused before being momentarily concussed when the younger Kane dropkicks the back of the seatpan into the face of the former Aphrodite, flattening the lithe blonde as if she’s been shot.
A grinning Maeve plucks the dented chair off Locke and spins in a pirouette to CLANG the metal off the forehead of a rising Pandora, knocking the Amazon into next week, FAWN’s Most Feared left a doormat at the redhead’s feet.
With The Three dispatched in ‘Kane Classic’ style, Maeve rolls the semi-conscious Locke toward the ropes with stomping boot shoves to her ribs until the softly stirring blonde plops to the floor. Kane tosses the chair out with her, now ready to wake the ref from his continuing slumber.
As if the proceedings can’t get any more chaotic, there's a roar of surprise and disapproval from the crowd as two figures race down the aisle and slide into the ring.
The Riuls notice the shift in the emotions of the FAWNatics instantly and spin to face none other than Lucy Harker and Mina Murray, Scandalous as fresh as daisies staring down the depleted challengers.
Without a moment's hesitation or perhaps thought, Moira lunges at Lucy who delivers a toe kick to the blonde and gathers Kane in a front facelock. Almost instantaneously, Mina delivers a lightning flash kick to the jaw that Lucy converts to an Olympic Slam, destroying the already gassed Moira before Maeve can blink an eye.
Scandalous tag team (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h33BnOCOHM )
Staring down the her rivals alone, Maeve tries to keep her Irish blood cool, at least on the surface.
"An' what th' bloody hell are ye two scrangers doin' here?" she asks of the smirking Scandalous.
Lucy purrs, "Oh, we're just here to congratulate the Tag Team Champions."
Realizing she can't let Scandalous strike first or wait for the finally stirring zebra to fully awaken, Maeve makes a move on Mina, but again Murray’s educated feet come into play. The blonde connects with a sweeping kick to the temple as Maeve closes, halting the charge of the redhead.
Murray deftly reaches between the legs of the stooped, turned Kane and grabs her wrists. Mina front flips Maeve in her grasp and holds Kane in an overturned cradle for an extra tick, letting Lucy contribute as she presses down on Maeve’s upturned ass when Mina sits out and delivers an enthusiastically turbocharged Rumor Killer.
<B> Rumor Killer </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UN_SpVOy-XQ )
The crowd groans then jeers in profound disappointment as Scandalous have effectively flipped the script to deny the Kanes an incredible and well-earned upset.
On the outside, a risen Ashley shakes more than a few cobwebs and can't believe the champions’ good luck. The Goddess of Love climbs back into the ring and, on her knees, grabs the slumbering body of Adrianna and drags her over to the nearby Moira, draping her teammate over the Irishwoman for the pin.
Locke turns to crawl to the ref to try and bring the man back to his full faculties so he can make the count.
But suddenly Mina and Lucy seem to decide to use a woman’s prerogative.
Scandalous pull Addy off Moira and lay the snoozing Greek on her back, pulling Kane's body across hers!
A kneeling Ashley is dumbfounded and incredulous...stupefied, even...and she snarls at the intruders, "What are you two fools doing?"
Sharing a glance and one of their trademark smirks, Lucy and Mina shoot stereo superkicks at Ashley, each connecting flush with either side of the jawline of the former Aphrodite, leaving Ashley limp and lifeless, hammies folded atop calves, Locke’s lidded eyes pointed to the rafters.
Their work complete, the Scandalous duo nudge the official on their way to the exit, giving the ref a little added assist in his recovery. But no recovery is enough to come close to understanding how he’s awakened to find five women in his ring, all in various states of unconsciousness.
As Scandalous unobtrusively stride up the ramp, laughing at their private joke, the official struggles to the only display that clicks in his mind, Moira draped across Adrianna.
Wearily, he slaps the mat…
ONCE…
TWICE…
AND THREE TIMES!
The man waves for the bell before collapsing and rolling out of the ring.
With no one in the ring able to enjoy or protest the decision, the ring announcer perks the spirits of the thousands in attendance at least.
“YOUR WINNERS…AND NEEEEEWWWW FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…RIULI KANES!”
Even the deafening roar of the crowd leaves little impression on the five demolished wrestlers in the squared circle and a phalanx of EMS workers flood the ring. Bethany, apparently having cornered the stretcher market in the Greater Orlando area, has five at her disposal and the orange-vested men and women work at loading each, none of the winners or losers in condition to refuse the ride or even be aware of it.
As the Kanes and The Three are carted, a quick-thinking timekeeper grabs the tag belts and drapes them across the stilled forms of Moira and Maeve so the Irishwomen will at least have their hard-won booty when they awaken. And the crowd makes sure the new champs will have a roaring, standing ovation recorded as all five women are stretchered up the aisle and out of sight, perhaps to be stacked like cord wood in the one ready ambulance.
Her ring cleared, Bethany calls down to ‘gorilla’ and makes sure the crowd doesn’t have time to lose their buzz before the final two title matches.
When they had been informed several weeks back that the Tag Team Champions requested…no, demanded…that they face Maeve and Moira for the belts tonight, the Irish sisters weren’t fooled one bit as to why. True, the Ríúil Kanes were one of the most accomplished tag duos in FAWN history, and former tag champs themselves. But the Kanes hadn’t wrestled together as a team in months, instead taking time to pursue individual agendas. Maeve remained in FAWN and made a highly credible run for the Eurasian title. Moira undertook an extended tour of Asia and Australia. Altogether, their solo endeavors were highly satisfying, but although they both fully intended to reunite as a team, they resented having that reunion dictated by The Three.
<i>Guess we’ll just have to show them what a fatal mistake they’ve made</i>, both siblings agreed.
Then comes the sound of a voice through the PA system, pulling them out of their silent reflections: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-five pounds, they are former Tag Champs, Maeve and Moira…the <i>Ríúil KAAAAAAAAAAAANES!</i>”
MOIRA KANE:
MAEVE KANE:
Celtic pipes wafted through the arena's sound system, but that quickly morphed into an electronica beat as the curtain tore open, the spotlight fixing upon the two women who emerge. The elder Kane, Maeve, was clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves and pushed up her impressive 36DD’s, while her sister Moira (an "Irish twin" at a mere 10 months younger), was garbed in a two-piece ensemble that was of a darker shade of green than that of her sibling, but likewise highlighted her not-unimpressive 34D’s. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and it was obvious that they were bound and determined to do the same again tonight.
Climbing up the ring stairs to the apron, the Kanes demanded that the referee sit on the bottom rope and open the cables up for them. This he did, begrudgingly, and blonde Moira and redheaded Maeve stepped into the squared circle. The crowd exploded with cheers as Maeve raised her fists and Moira jumped up to the middle turnbuckle of one corner, holding her arms wide to encourage and absorb the adulation. Without having to change their style or attitude much, the Kanes had found themselves transformed over time from despised rulebreakers to much-beloved ‘tweeners.
But regardless of how the crowd felt about them, the Kanes knew full well that the only audience that mattered were the women they awaited. Well, the Irish lasses were about to give The Three a show they wouldn’t soon forget.
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing YOUR FAWN tag team champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part and that action is more than enough for the audience to spew their accumulated venom. Out step three unparalleled physical specimens, who together form the most imposing team FAWN has ever seen and the most successful champions in any division by a wide margin, having held their gold for more than 18 months.
Pandora, the instinctive leader of the fulsome threesome, makes the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights. Standing just south of six feet tall, the blonde fills out her white bikini top with no room to spare. The lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth midriff. 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.
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. The moniker of Aphrodite now rarely used, at least by heself, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde right at the six foot mark, with a good two thirds seemingly her limitless legs. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and downright dangerous. Her chest is ‘armored’ with a 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, lacking any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her descent from the heavens, 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, appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court.
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, namely basic black.
PANDORA:
ASHLEY LOCKE:
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS:
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, the Kanes and the crowd are on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against the Kanes?
The Three aren’t shy in letting their spoiler slip, Adrianna and Pandora carrying the straps over their shoulders.
The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Papadopolous and Pandora 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, blonde and brunette 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 each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind the Riuls--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should the women feel like running back to the locker room in a panic before the Three made stew out of the Irishwomen.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but the Goddess of Love withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter, Ashley descends to the floor without a hint of concern.
Within the squared circle, after a few moments of discussion, the Greek Goddess retreats to her station on the apron, leaving the former World champion and the woman whose winning percentage no one of consequence in FAWN would ever touch in the ring to begin the match, the curvy champion ready to demolish whichever of the sisters stupid enough to remain.
Neither Kane would consider facing off against Pandora to necessarily be the smartest of options, but nor would they consider themselves stupid. Indeed, both were eager to knock the flaxen Amazon down a few pegs. To Maeve fell that initial honor, as Moira slips through the ropes to take her perch on the apron.
The redhead displays not an ounce of intimidation as she steps to the center of the ring, where she faces off with her opposite number as the referee goes over the basic rules. Although the Irishwoman gives up some half-a-foot to Pandora, she locks eyes with the taller woman, the two wrestlers shooting invisible daggers at one another.
The instructions concluded, the ref orders both women to their corners, and they each turn to walk away...except that Pandora does a complete 360, and before Moira can utter a word of warning, Maeve suddenly feels a hand grasping her scarlet locks close to the roots and roughly yanking her backward.
Taking Kane's left wrist, the tag champ spins her around and yanks her toward her, even as Pandora's right arms swings like a scythe toward Maeve's throat. But at the last instant, the redhead ducks under the short clothesline, pulls her own wrist free of the startled blonde's grasp while an instant later grabbing hold of Pandora's own wrist. Stepping behind the Amazon, Maeve twists the arm with enough torque to actually flip the statuesque battler over and onto her back, momentarily stunning her.
That moment was all the Irish lass needed to fill her fists with golden locks and hair haul the squealing Pandora back up to her feet, then snap mare her over onto the mat again. The blonde's eyes roll in their sockets as she's reduced to the status of over-stuffed ragdoll, while in her corner and standing at ringside, her fellow Three-ers stand agape in stunned silence as their mountain is reduced to a molehill.
Pulling the moaning Pandora back up to her pins once again, the redhead Irish whips her into the Kane's corner, then dashes toward her opponent, leaping into the air and bodysplashing the big blonde. And while her rack is an eyeful of impressiveness, having Maeve's DD's slam into them like twin wrecking balls serves only to smash the mammaries into their owner's own lungs, expelling oxygen with a loud WHOOSH.
Rather than press her advantage, Maeve sudden wheels around the stalks closer to the Three's own corner, where she points a finger at Locke and starts to berate her. Rising to the bait, Ashley starts to step between the ropes, necessitating the official to jump between the two. This mean, of course, that the luckless zebra can't spare the attention to notice that Moira has wrapped the tag rope tight around Pandora's throat and is subsequently strangling her! The big blonde's arms and legs flail as she gasps pitifully for breath.
What comes next isn't salvation for the blonde, unfortunately for her. Returning her efforts to her legal opponent, Maeve rushes back into the corner, bending forward and driving a shoulder into Pandora's breadbasket, even as Moira surreptitiously removes the cord from her victim's neck, her face a model of angelic innocence. Adrianna, having tolerated more than enough of this double-teaming, has circled the ring and has nearly reached where Moira stands on the apron, when the referee barks at her to go back to her side of the ring, and warning her that he won't hesitate to DQ her partners if she interferes in the match. Scowling, the Greek stalks back to her place.
With Pandora barely able to draw half a decent breath, Maeve yanks her out of the corner by the wrist and flips her back onto the canvas. Moving deftly, the redhead grabs her opponent's long legs and flips over, applying a bridging pin. The ref drops to his knees and starts to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
With Locke only halfway through the ropes and too far away to make the save, she and Papadopolous can only breathe a sigh of relief as their partner is able to muster the power to kick out...narrowly...from the reign-ending pin. Grasping that discretion is the better part of valor, Pandora frantically rolls to the ropes, goes under them, and falls in a heap to the arena floor. It's an unceremonious retreat, but at least it preserves the gold for a while longer. Adrianna comes over to her to help her up, and Locke stands ready to interfere with the ref's count in order to give her buffeted partner enough time to rally herself.
But inside the ring, Maeve isn't about to let her rival off the hook quite so easily.
The auburn-haired Irishwoman circles stealthily to the opposite ropes and bursts into a sprint across the canvas. Diving through the cables, the curvy Kane treats Panny and Addy like big bowling pins. Having caught sight out of the corner of their eyes, the champs don’t have time to steel themselves and Maeve knocks both to the floor beneath her, Kane ending splayed on top.
Maeve pops to her feet and pumps a fist at the roaring crowd, the FAWNatics, at least for the moment, believing the impossible might be possible tonight. Grabbing Pandora by her flaxen locks, Kane pulls the beach blonde out of the pile and throws her back in the ring, Panny rolling under the bottom rope and struggling up to one knee.
Kane follows behind, scrambling up and racing to unload with a Shining Wizard. Her knee THUNKS against the left temple of the genuflecting Amazon. Panny spins to the deck, ending in a starfish, dulled eyes blinking up at the rafters. She tries to shake out some cobwebs, propping up on her elbows, a rare forlorn look on her features, Pandora unaccustomed to the harsh treatment.
And the sisters have no plan on letting up. Maeve passes on the pin and instead is ready with the tag, slapping palms with her flaxen-haired kin. Moira ascends to the top buckle and climbs atop Maeve’s shoulders. With the official grousing, the partners move to Panny and Maeve lays out, delivering Moira in an electric chair senton to the tanned tummy of the champion.
Pandora jackknifes around the impact, bug-eyed. While Adrianna and Ashley complain bitterly at the referee, the Kanes scramble to their feet, Moira jumping into the arms of her sister so Maeve can transfer the blonde to her right shoulder and body slam her sister across the breathless Panny with another super-sized, slam-assisted senton, the big busty blonde letting loose with a guttural groan from the second splash in a few seconds. This time, Moira reaches behind her to hook a long muscular leg and roll Pandora into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Panny busts out of the predicament forcefully, but the excited Kanes take the two-count as telling this early in the match. While the man in stripes corrals Maeve and leads her to the sidelines, Moira tugs Pandora to her feet with a wrist and a shoulder. From behind, Kane slips her body under Panny’s right arm while swinging her opposite leg around the big blonde’s opposite hip.
Before Pandora can respond, the younger Kane reaches across Pandora’s frame and locks her fingers, shredding Panny’s famous tawny tummy with an Abdominal Stretch.
<B>Abdominal Stretch </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v87I_Tx69OM )
Moira tugs on the Amazonian body of her foe, drawing grunts and groans from the champ. Too engrossed to ask, Maeve does so for her sister, demanding the ref ask Pandora if she wants to give. But instead of responding verbally, Pandora grits her perfect pearlies and brings her power to play as she’s done countless times before.
Kane shakes her head in disbelief as the titleholder slowly shifts her body, twisting the incredulous Moira farther to the right until Kane’s hands are separated, Moira’s arms shaking in effort but unable to maintain the lock. Once broken, Pandora hip tosses the challenger to the deck, Moira landing on her tailbone.
The Riul reaches for her aching arse, seated next to her foe. Pandora slumps to her haunches working out some of the kinks the Kanes provided, an unusual necessity for FAWN’s most feared. Finally able to rise, Pandora turns and heads for the corner of The Three, another rare site for the assembled; seeing Pandora’s tail turned.
Moira makes for the opposite corner and tags in her big sis. With a serious hitch in her giddy-up, Panny strides for the outstretched hand of the Greek goddess, but is yanked away by Maeve at the last second, Kane spinning Pandora into a side headlock.
Maeve takes off in a rush back to her corner with the big blonde in tow on her hip. She leaps with legs extended to bulldog Panny to the deck, but before she’s able, the champ has her palms on Maeve’s hips and shoves the FAWN veteran off when she takes to the Orlando skies.
To the relief of the fans, Maeve manages to land on her feet, avoiding a painful butt bump. The wily Irishwoman spins on the wobbly Amazon and delivers a dropkick to the blonde’s knee, again taking Panny to penitence, Pandora wincing while on one knee, Maeve standing by her foe’s side.
The green-eyed terror wraps Pandora’s noggin in a front facelock and lays out, spiking Pandora’s skull to the canvas with a Knee-DT, the slack body of the blonde tumbling over in a flip and sliding to a spreadeagle,
The crowd can barely contain itself and Maeve seems a little taken aback, the sight of Pandora in such a state giving her a moment’s pause. Quickly, instinct kicks in and she dives across the curvy blonde six-footer in a crossbody pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Pandora shoves a shoulder up.
In the corner of the champions, Adrianna and Ashley look at each other in a state of confusion. This was not how the night had been planned. It was to be another ushering out of the old guard.
Meanwhile, Maeve shoves Panny to her chest and climbs aboard, securing both arms of the battered blonde, one in a scissors, the other in a brutal arm lock, Maeve securing the Galway Graveyard, the crowd instantly demanding Pandora tap away her title.
<B>Galway Graveyard</B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg )
“Ask her,” Maeve shouts, the redhead tasting the tag titles for what would be an unprecedented third time.
But when the official does, a mewling Pandora spits out a determined “NO!”
Kane keep the pressure on for another dozen seconds before fatigue forces a break, both women collapsing to their chests, the Irishwoman lying atop her brutalized blonde.
A rare shout from the corner of The Three prompts movement from the abused Amazon and Pandora crawls out from under a glistening Maeve. But as it seems the champ is on her way, if slowly, to safety. Kane snatches an ankle and rises. The redhead waggles a raised index finger and drags the writhing Panny toward her sister.
When Pandora kicks free with enough force to land Maeve on her bum, the supreme look of confidence is instantly washed away. The auburn-maned Kane turns to home turf and dives toward Moira to tag in her sibling. But only a tick after she does, Pandora does likewise with her back-up, the busty brunette from Olympus.
Undeterred by the fresh troops, Kane races toward the entering Adrianna and leaps at Pandora’s replacement. But a buried shoulder from the Goddess to Kane’s chest, sends the flaxen-haired veteran to her back, Moira looking up at Papadopolous with the awe of a mortal looking at her deity.
Understanding that the initial success of the Kane's was a result of a campaign of 'shock and awe', Papadopolous opts for the same, throwing herself down on Moira and sitting a-straddle of her waist. Balling her fists, the Greek grappler unleashes a maelstrom of blows to the blonde's face and head, leaving Kane yelping and mewling from the battering. Satisfied that she's left her adversary properly stunned, Adrianna rises up, peeling the younger Kane up off of the canvas with her by a handful of golden mane.
But Moira isn't allowed to be upright for very long. Instead, Adrianna tucks her opponent's head tightly under her left arm, grabs a handful of the blonde's briefs with her right hand, and with one fluid motion spikes the crown of the Irish battler's skull into the canvas with a textbook DDT. Kane's body flops to the mat lifelessly and she lays starfished, glazed eyes staring uncomprehendingly at the arena lights above. In her corner, Maeve is in a near-panic, hands to her cheeks as she calls out to her sibling to pull herself together.
And then the end is in hand, as Addy almost languidly rolls herself over and atop her prone adversary. The referee drops to his knees and beings to count...
1...
2...
NO!
Although Moira had begun the motion of attempting to kick out, it's entirely debatable whether she had the physical wherewithal to accomplish it. Rather, what spared her from defeat was Papadopolous herself lifting the Irish lass's shoulder up off of the mat, breaking the pin. She needn't explain why; the Kanes were going to suffer much, much more before being granted the merciful release of defeat.
Twin handfuls of flaxen hair haul Moira back up to unsteady feet, where she sways but does not fall. Adrianna backpedals to the ropes in order to rebound off of them, but at the last instant drives to her right, so that she can jack an elbow into the jaw of the unsuspecting Maeve. The elder Kane tumbles backward, landing in a pained heap on the arena floor. Her cheap shot reaping a rich bounty, Addy returns her attention to the other Irishwoman. She dashes toward her, right arm held horizontal, and she nearly takes Moira's head off with a sickle clothesline, the blonde's feet flying out from under her as she crashes onto her back. going to her knees alongside her opponent, Adrianna raises her arms high like a concert pianist about to strike the final chord, and then she plunges them down, her stiletto-like fingers clawing into the younger Kane's belly, viciously kneading her abdominal muscles like so much batter for Irish soda bread. Moira yowls in anguish, but refuses to submit...much to Addy's pleasure.
Meantime, with the official's attention focused on the legal women in the ring, Locke has skulked her way around ringside until she reached Maeve, who with a groan is sitting up on the floor, one hand rubbing her aching chin, the other clutching her throbbing lower back. Despite the warning cries from the spectators, the redhead does not notice the stealthy intruder, and she is unprepared as a knee suddenly smashes into the side of her head, sending her tumbling to her side. Taking Kane by an arm and by the hair, Ashley pulls her upright and lays her back across the steel ring barrier. She then begins to deliver chops to the hapless Irishwoman's belly, each blow knocking more air from Moira's lungs.
Had she elected to continue, the One-Third was confident she could render the red-haired battler unconscious. However, fully cognizant of her official status as a non-combatant in this contest...and very much aware of the necessity of not disappointing Pandora, who would not be satisfied unless she could get a measure of revenge on the woman who had so brutally overwhelmed her just minutes ago...Ashley halts her assault. Grabbing the softly moaning Maeve by the hair and pulling her on rubbery legs, she shoves her onto the ring apron, and then returns to her place on the opposite side of the ring.
Within the squared circle itself, Papadopolous looks up to heed a call from Pandora, who stands ready in their corner to return to the fray. She instantly ceases her clawhold and stands up, then casually saunters over to her corner and leans on the turnbuckle, as she and her partner watch with no small amusement as Moira, sniffling back tears, achingly rolls over onto her belly, and then slowly drags herself almost blindly toward her own corner, desperate to make the tag with her sister. It seems to take forever as she makes the slow, groveling exodus across the canvas, until at last through bleary eyes she can see her sibling, and she reaches out a trembling hand.
Maeve isn't in much better condition, but she doesn't hesitate for a moment, reaching her arm through the ropes and brushing fingertips with Moira. The redhead, still seated on the apron, rolls under the ropes as Moira gratefully rolls out, then grabs at the cables to help pull herself back up to her feet in order to face Papadopolous.
But it won't be Addy she'll be facing. Adrianna slaps hands with Panny, then both walk on either side of the ropes to the middle, where the brunette can get the most slack as she grasps the top strand and pulls it down. That allows the Amazonian blonde to swing one leg over to enter the ring, then the other, Andre the Giant-style. It's an intimidation move, and whether it's true or not, the big girl is confident it has given her adversary a moment's pause.
If so, it is only for a moment, as with a banshee's howl, Maeve suddenly rushes across the ring, intent on throwing herself into her opponent and knocking her to the canvas, where her size won't be much of an advantage. Unfortunately for the redhead, Pandora plants her feet, and manages to catch Kane, wrapping her muscular arms around the Irish lass for a bearhug. Maeve gives a loud, pained gasp as the steely bands that are the blonde's upper limbs tighten around her, intent on crushing the last vestiges of power the European beauty has left in her. Displaying astounding strength, Pandora lifts Kane's feet up off of the mat, holding her in the air as she tightens her grasp, Maeve's face contorted into a mask of agony.
All appears bleak for the Riuil as she squirms in the deadly embrace. She knows that if she is to have any hope of continuing the fight, she needs to escape this hold quickly. Thus, reducing the contest from a wrestling match to a back alley brawl, Maeve rakes her nails around her tormentor's eyes. Panny shrieks, her arms instinctively snapping open as she stumbles back, hands trying to rub the pain away from her eyes. Kane drops to her feet, her knees nearly buckling, but she manages to stay up. And although she says nothing, the look in her emerald eyes fairly screams, "MY TURN!"
Maeve cuddles the blinded blonde Amazon close, wrapping her arms around the infamous tanned tummy of FAWN’s Most Feared, locking her hands behind. Kane lifts Pandora off her feet and genuflects, savagely driving her knee DEEP into Panny’s crotch with an Atomic Drop. The 50-megaton blast sends the beach blonde hopping high off the bony joint, face twisted in anguish, hands buried between her thighs.
To her credit, the champ remains upright when she lands, if pigeon-toed. From The Three’s corner, Adrianna shouts at her partner to retreat and tag, but Pandora seems frozen from the waves of pain emanating from below. For her part, Ashley complains bitterly about the eye rake from the redhead. Maeve puckers and waves cheerily at the Goddess of Love.
In the meantime, a waddling Panny rotates to point in the direction of her corner, only for Kane to throw a chop block into the back of the blonde’s knee, taking down Pandora a peg. Maeve spins, dips and collects a front facelock on the kneeling champion then throws her curvy frame in reverse, absolutely SPIKING Pandora’s cranium into the canvas with a crisp, ring-rattling DDT.
A blasted Panny absently flops to her back in a wide starfish, many in the crowd taking out their phones to capture such a rare moment. The infrequent sight is not lost on a worried Pappy. Not waiting for Kane to cover, Adrianna jumps through the ropes and takes a swipe at the throat of the Riul.
Maeve ducks under the clothesline of the Greek Goddess and before Papadopolous can skid to a stop, Moira puts on the brakes for her. Having entered a half-tick behind Adrianna, the flaxen-haired Kane CRACKS her boots into Pappy’s jaw, dropping the olive-skinned beauty like a tree felled in a storm.
The crowd is at DefCon4, threatening to tear the roof down with their roar as the Irishwomen stand over the splayed champions. The sisters move to each other and share a high five then peel the immortal from Olymous off the deck, a Kane grasping each of her wrists. The veteran duo flings Addy to the far ropes and station at center stage for her return.
Blonde and redhead stop Adrianna in her tracks with a double toe kick to the tummy. As if in stereo, each Kane corrals Addy’s braincase in a front facelock and together they PLANT the crown of her skull to the deck. Papadopolous flips over and skids to a motionless spreadeagle, knocked as cold as Poseidon’s depths.
The Riuls hop to their feet as the crowd begins chanting “NEW…CHAMPS. NEW…CHAMPS.”
A struggling Pandora’s made it to her feet and leans deep into her corner, her arms thrown over the ropes on either side to remain upright. Her head droops, chin to considerable chest as both Kanes line up for a run at the beach blonde. But the concerned ref holds up a hand and moves to the tanned Amazon. Placing a hand on Panny’s shoulder, he asks if the champ can still go.
There’s no question in the minds of the challengers and Maeve runs full bore at FAWN’s Most Feared, leaping from a few feet out to bury Pandora in an avalanche of Irish curves. But as the redhead takes to the skies, Pandora pulls the zebra in front of her and Kane SPLASHES into the back of the official CRUSHING him before sandwiching his face into Pandora’s cleavage and compacting Panny as well.
When Maeve bounces away from the impact, the ref turns in a stupor, getting three steps out of the corner before taking a header into the canvas next to the semi-conscious Greek. Unfortunately for Pandora, she remains in place as Moira is already on the runway. She races in to SPLASH atop the gobsmacked Amazon, the younger Kane applying her considerable wares in the process.
This time it’s Panny wobbling out after Moira slides to the side. The curvey blonde makes it an extra step or two before melting to her haunches next to an adrenaline-filled Maeve. Instantly, the elder sister is directing traffic in the mayhem. The busty redhead points Moira at Adrianna.
“Get her out, if you’d be so kind,” Maeve requests as she moves to the official and tries to rouse the striped shirt.
“My pleasure,” Moira responds.
But trying to shovel the dazed Greek off the deck is less a pleasure than a chore, Addy close to dead weight.
On the sidelines, Ashley tries to stir Pandora out of a stupor with a shout. Realizing she can’t, she slips her head under the apron and emerges with a steel folding chair. With the crowd apoplectic, trying desperately to warn the challengers, the long, lean Goddess of Love, slides under the bottom rope. Stealthily, Ashley brandishes the weapon overhead and slinks toward the distracted Moira, Kane having physically cajoled Addy to a drunken wobbly vertical in preparation of sending her out of the ring with a bum’s rush.
However, Locke has other ideas. She swings the makeshift weapon toward the back of Moira’s skull, at least until Maeve snatches the folded metal from behind before the fatal follow through.
A startled Ashley reflexively turns to face the pilferer of her chair and finds a growling Maeve, not at all happy the Goddess of Love was about to put a dent in her sister’s skull.
With chair in hand, the redhead seems ready for retribution. But instead of bringing the proverbial hammer down, she tosses the makeshift weapon over Locke’s head, Ashley too surprised to reach for it in time. The metal is gathered out of the air by Moira, who, instead of having shuffled Adrianna to the outside, planted the back of her foe’s braincase to the deck with an inverted DDT, stripping Pappy of her last particle of immortal consciousness.
Ashley spins, following the chair on its flight, blue eyes widening when she sees Moira with the steel. But Kane softly tosses it to her, Ashley momentarily confused before being momentarily concussed when the younger Kane dropkicks the back of the seatpan into the face of the former Aphrodite, flattening the lithe blonde as if she’s been shot.
A grinning Maeve plucks the dented chair off Locke and spins in a pirouette to CLANG the metal off the forehead of a rising Pandora, knocking the Amazon into next week, FAWN’s Most Feared left a doormat at the redhead’s feet.
With The Three dispatched in ‘Kane Classic’ style, Maeve rolls the semi-conscious Locke toward the ropes with stomping boot shoves to her ribs until the softly stirring blonde plops to the floor. Kane tosses the chair out with her, now ready to wake the ref from his continuing slumber.
As if the proceedings can’t get any more chaotic, there's a roar of surprise and disapproval from the crowd as two figures race down the aisle and slide into the ring.
The Riuls notice the shift in the emotions of the FAWNatics instantly and spin to face none other than Lucy Harker and Mina Murray, Scandalous as fresh as daisies staring down the depleted challengers.
Without a moment's hesitation or perhaps thought, Moira lunges at Lucy who delivers a toe kick to the blonde and gathers Kane in a front facelock. Almost instantaneously, Mina delivers a lightning flash kick to the jaw that Lucy converts to an Olympic Slam, destroying the already gassed Moira before Maeve can blink an eye.
Scandalous tag team (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h33BnOCOHM )
Staring down the her rivals alone, Maeve tries to keep her Irish blood cool, at least on the surface.
"An' what th' bloody hell are ye two scrangers doin' here?" she asks of the smirking Scandalous.
Lucy purrs, "Oh, we're just here to congratulate the Tag Team Champions."
Realizing she can't let Scandalous strike first or wait for the finally stirring zebra to fully awaken, Maeve makes a move on Mina, but again Murray’s educated feet come into play. The blonde connects with a sweeping kick to the temple as Maeve closes, halting the charge of the redhead.
Murray deftly reaches between the legs of the stooped, turned Kane and grabs her wrists. Mina front flips Maeve in her grasp and holds Kane in an overturned cradle for an extra tick, letting Lucy contribute as she presses down on Maeve’s upturned ass when Mina sits out and delivers an enthusiastically turbocharged Rumor Killer.
<B> Rumor Killer </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UN_SpVOy-XQ )
The crowd groans then jeers in profound disappointment as Scandalous have effectively flipped the script to deny the Kanes an incredible and well-earned upset.
On the outside, a risen Ashley shakes more than a few cobwebs and can't believe the champions’ good luck. The Goddess of Love climbs back into the ring and, on her knees, grabs the slumbering body of Adrianna and drags her over to the nearby Moira, draping her teammate over the Irishwoman for the pin.
Locke turns to crawl to the ref to try and bring the man back to his full faculties so he can make the count.
But suddenly Mina and Lucy seem to decide to use a woman’s prerogative.
Scandalous pull Addy off Moira and lay the snoozing Greek on her back, pulling Kane's body across hers!
A kneeling Ashley is dumbfounded and incredulous...stupefied, even...and she snarls at the intruders, "What are you two fools doing?"
Sharing a glance and one of their trademark smirks, Lucy and Mina shoot stereo superkicks at Ashley, each connecting flush with either side of the jawline of the former Aphrodite, leaving Ashley limp and lifeless, hammies folded atop calves, Locke’s lidded eyes pointed to the rafters.
Their work complete, the Scandalous duo nudge the official on their way to the exit, giving the ref a little added assist in his recovery. But no recovery is enough to come close to understanding how he’s awakened to find five women in his ring, all in various states of unconsciousness.
As Scandalous unobtrusively stride up the ramp, laughing at their private joke, the official struggles to the only display that clicks in his mind, Moira draped across Adrianna.
Wearily, he slaps the mat…
ONCE…
TWICE…
AND THREE TIMES!
The man waves for the bell before collapsing and rolling out of the ring.
With no one in the ring able to enjoy or protest the decision, the ring announcer perks the spirits of the thousands in attendance at least.
“YOUR WINNERS…AND NEEEEEWWWW FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…RIULI KANES!”
Even the deafening roar of the crowd leaves little impression on the five demolished wrestlers in the squared circle and a phalanx of EMS workers flood the ring. Bethany, apparently having cornered the stretcher market in the Greater Orlando area, has five at her disposal and the orange-vested men and women work at loading each, none of the winners or losers in condition to refuse the ride or even be aware of it.
As the Kanes and The Three are carted, a quick-thinking timekeeper grabs the tag belts and drapes them across the stilled forms of Moira and Maeve so the Irishwomen will at least have their hard-won booty when they awaken. And the crowd makes sure the new champs will have a roaring, standing ovation recorded as all five women are stretchered up the aisle and out of sight, perhaps to be stacked like cord wood in the one ready ambulance.
Her ring cleared, Bethany calls down to ‘gorilla’ and makes sure the crowd doesn’t have time to lose their buzz before the final two title matches.