Post by hawkeye on Dec 26, 2017 16:12:34 GMT
Exotic Empresses ( Amara Singh [5’6” 135 lbs.]/ Alia Saad [5’3” 124 lbs.])
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Hardcore Heartbreakers (AJ Swann [5’4” 116 lbs.]/ Riley Shayne [ 5’2” 117 lbs.])
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Already Empresses, the exotic beauties from Jordan and India are reuniting in an effort to make themselves Queens as well. With Amara’s remarkable run to a singles title and top-of-the-card status, her teaming with Alia Saad has been reduced to nil and with that the Empresses’ partnership has been sidetracked.
Taking the time to clean up closer to home, Alia agreed to have her time shared with European and Asian federations, becoming lightweight champ for Asian Intense Wrestling for the better part of a year. Still at the top of her game throughout China, Japan and coincidentally, Singh’s home turf of India, Alia nevertheless finds it irresistible when the call comes to make waves back in Orlando with her clever colleague.
Amara, gutted by the loss of her EurAsian title to Lady Waterford, surely finds a silver lining with the opportunity to jump back into her team full force without any title distraction and that surely means bad things for any team facing them.
And that team happens to be one that could upend anyone this side of The Three. The Hardcore Heartbreakers are fan favorites with a glint of the knife-edge that makes them particularly dangerous. The Breakers piled up wins in 2016, proving themselves ready to be title match material.
Unfortunately, AJ and Riley reached their zenith in the time of the most dominant tag team FAWN and likely the world had ever seen. Unable to find a way past the roadblock that was The Three, The Breakers suffered the fate of being stalled at the bottom of the ladder of beatdowns that followed with The Three’s other challengers.
When the crack of the ice came courtesy the Kanes, Swann and Shayne were plying their craft in Mexico where their hardcore ways put them over the moon in terms of popularity. Nevertheless, the chance to come back and stake a ‘queenly’ claim to their virgin territory is more than enough to put the bluenette and blonde back in play and ready to take down those feeling it their birthright to be wrestling royalty.
Alexandra Jade Swann makes it clear to the backyard legend from Boulder, she’ll be the one to light the dynamite signalling the Heartbreakers’ return and Riley gives her a hug of encouragement.
Across the way, Amara steps aside knowing the Jewel of Jordan is beyond prepared to make her return to the swamplands and unglamorous burgs of central Florida; one neither so-called hardcore grappler would forget.
AJ quickly shows she begs to differ, for when she connects with Saad in a seemingly harmless grapple for early leverage, Swann instantly tugs Alia toward her, spinning the Jordanian into a tight cravate grip. AJ dips, wrapping an arm around her fellow lightweight as she pivots to address Saad’s right side. The Heartbreaker launches Alia with a suplex to announce Saad’s less than spectacular return.
Necktie suplex (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0zv6ena8 )
To her credit, after slamming to the deck on a shoulder, the tawny Jordanian, uses the momentum to cartwheel up to her feet. She turns to face Swann and gets surrounded with a bluenette bearhug, AJ squeezing the bronzed midriff of her foe.
Alia raises her arms to ring her foe’s ears but before she can slap them together, Swann lifts her foe into the air and genuflects, bringing Saad’s crotch down on the plank of her upper thigh with In Utero, AJ’s version of an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Alia bounds into the air, face twisted in pain, both hands buried in her privates by the time she lands in knock-kneed fashion
Later…
Alia wobbles in a mid-ring stance as the punk rock purveyor of pain sprints away from Saad’s direction. That’s quickly rectified when AJ leaps into the rubber-coated, steel cables and rebounds toward the unsteady Alia.
Swann takes flight as she reaches the Jordanian, at first appearing as though she’ll simply clothesline her exotic foe, but the Heartbreaker spins around the back of her target, exchanging left arm for right as she SLAMS Alia down into the mat with her Hello Nasty.
Hello Nasty (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wagn6n8SSZg )
The back of Saad’s skull THUMPS into the thinly-covered plywood and she bounces up to a seat, cradling her head, cursing in Arabic.
AJ’s already back to her feet and racing past the seated Saad. She charges to the lowered target and THUNKS her boot soles into Alia’s bosom, rocketing the Jewel to the deck with a dropkick.
Later…
Swann is looking sweet and the crowd is going crazy watching the returning Empress take it on the chin. AJ heaves Alia toward the far ropes with an Irish Whip and plants center stage. The punk rocker dips an arm through the legs of the rebounding and staggering Saad.
The bluenette ‘hups’ Alia across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, but before Swann can deliver the Jewel to another ring-rattling collision, the Jordanian wiggles her way out of Swann’s grip and slides down her back.
Before the Heartbreaker can spin to face her, Saad sweeps an arm across the AJ’s throat and forces her into a backward standing arch. It quickly becomes evident Alia’s not interested in putting Swann to sleep dragon-style.
Instead, she drops to the mat and forces AJ’s skull into the canvas with a Reverse Implant DDT that takes the starch out or the punk and the crowd.
Later…
AJ’s managed to get to the sidelines but the pounding continues from Jordan’s Jewel, Alia CRUSHING Riley Shayne’s windpipe with a somersault legdrop that falls across the usually spunky blonde’s throat.
With the backyard aerialist grounded, Alia passes on a pinning predicament, instead pushing to her feet and skipping over the splayed Shayne. Leaping into the middle ropes, Alia grabs the top cable and springboards into a beautiful moonsault, her Jordanian Press, destroying the lightly tanned tummy of the flaxen-haired Heartbreaker.
Alia holds fast in a lateral press across the groaning Riley, hooking the daredevil’s far leg for the ...
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Shayne kicks her way free, rolling to her side and stretching an arm toward Swann, who though she mirrors her partner, is considerably too far to tickle digits.
Not Much Later…
Alia rips the reeling Riley to her feet and bullies her to the Empress corner, stuffing the blonde in deep and tagging Amara over her foe’s right shoulder. An excited Amara climbs to the top instead of slipping through the ropes. While she does, Alia proves tardy in evacuating. Instead, she dips and wraps her arms under the slight curve of the slender blonde’s glutes.
Rising, Saad scoops her foe into the air, holding the dazed Shayne elevated in a vertical position. Alia turns so she faces a worried AJ while the perched Amara takes a rare flight, leaping off the penthouse and clotheslining Riley from Alia’s grasp.
The daredevil backflips through the spin cycle courtesy the Bollywood Bombshell, landing on her face and chest. Riley tries to push up and gets halfway to all fours before flopping back to the canvas semi-conscious.
Later…
Thankfully for the Heartbreakers and their fans, Alia’s left the interior of the ring to her Indian teammate, taking away the double team. What’s not so good? Amara is steamrolling the diminutive blonde. Singh lights up Riley’s chest with a series of blazing chops, decks her violently with a leg sweep then sinks a bony elbow tip into the cleft of the blonde’s cups courtesy a springboard elbow drop.
As Amara parades around the ring, shouting the many attributes the Empresses possess, Riley makes it to one knee and that spurs Amara into action. She surges toward the genuflecting Shayne and uses her foe’s raised knee as a platform from which to launch a Wizard of an enziguri kick that loudly clunks into Riley’s left temple.
The blonde’s baby blues cross and she flops to the canvas in a delayed reaction. Amara mounts her, plopping her cheeks into the taut abdomen of her smaller adversary. Singh leans forward to pin Riley’s wrists to the canvas over her head, thereby planting her shoulders flat to the deck. The schoolgirl looks awfully secure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Amara is sent barrel rolling off her blonde with a dropkick from AJ that saves her team from a Heartbreaking end.
Not much later…
Saad isn’t waiting for the official to eject the blue-haired interloper, making things a four-way mash-up, but Swann proves swifter. She reaches her feet and catches Alia flush on the chin while the Jewel is on the way in. Alia tumbles out instead, ending dazed on the arena floor.
Meanwhile, Amara has a rubber Riley on her feet. She stuffs Shayne’s lowered braincase between her thighs and clamps down then wrapping her arms around Shayne’s gulping tummy. With a grunt she LAUNCHES Riley heavenward, flipping the flyweight up to a seated position on her shoulders, ready to deliver her signature PowerBollyBomb.
Singh never gets the chance. AJ shoots an ‘Arrowed!’ into the bronzed belly of the Bombshell, nearly splitting her in half with the diving spear from the middle of the nearest corner.
Riley drops safely to the mat while the Indian is PLANTED with the brutal tackle. As AJ rolls out of the ring, she calls behind to a recovering Riley and Shayne dives across the spread-eagled Amara for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Later…
AJ provides the opening but Riley’s more than ready to step through, completely controlling the bigger, raven-haired grappler after an ingenious fake bulldog to a hot shot the backyard beacon calls the Landslide Bulldog.
Landlside Bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSHVu1cTzxs ) @00:17
It takes barely more than a second for the bite-sized blonde to be back in the ring with a gagging Singh. Shayne races at the Bombshell, but Amara seems to catch Riley by surprise, scooping up the Heartbreaker on her hip. However, Singh finds she can’t control the momentum of her foe, Shayne clamping on a headscissors and rotating around the spinning Singh until Amara can’t maintain her feet and is flipped to the canvas with the Whirlybird Headscissors.
Whirlybird Headscissors (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBM6CHrZlc )
Later…
Singh still struggles with the high-speed, non-stop Energizer blonde bunny. Amara can’t seem to keep track from where Riley’s next attack will come and her infamous Cliffdiver is no different.
Catching the bigger beauty from the subcontinent unawares, Riley straps on a ¾ headlock and races to the nearest corner, taking Amara along for the ride. Reaching the buckles, Shayne skillfully climbs using the Bollywood Bombshell as her base.
Her boots on the top buckle, Riley pushes off and backflips to a landing on her knees, while SLAMMING Singh’s skull into the deck with incredible force.
Cliffdive (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoyDE-F5lO4 )
The blonde scrambles to a seated, backward facing straddle of Amara’s chest while snagging both legs and bridging into a matchbook of the copper-skinned grappler. The crowd BOOMS its count along with the slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Later…
The Backyard Battler turns the keys over to AJ and the pouty-lipped Heartbreaker isn’t making Amara’s life any easier as a legal participant. Swann has Amara spread across the middle ropes of a corner. Grasping the top with both hands, AJ leaps high above her copper-skinned counterpart and CRUSHES the former EA champion with the Meteora.
Meteora (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8eEo8UCPqM )
Grabbing the ankles of the blasted Singh, Swann drags the Indian grappler to center stage before dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Amara pushes a shoulder up under the punk rocker and prevents the immediate fall of the Empresses.
However, Swann is undeterred. She scrambles to her feet and heads for a neutral corner where she quickly climbs to the top. Looking out on her softly stirring landing pad, AJ launches, flipping through a graceful Swan-ton Bomb that CRASHES down across Amara’s midsection. Singh jackknifes around the impact then fades to the canvas. AJ reaches blindly behind her to hook both legs and matchbook Singh when she turns to the left, the lower limbs in her possession for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Alia, desperately unsure of Singh’s survival, breaks up the count with a leaping double axhandle between AJ’s shoulderblades, the third slap from the ref no more than an inch or two away.
Not much later…
Riley isn’t about to let Saad put the Heartbreakers at a disadvantage and she shoots through the ropes to join the free-for-all. Grabbing a distracted Alia by a wrist and shoulder, she spins the Jordanian Jewel into a hammer thrown of an Irish Whip and sends her flying out of the ring straight to the floor where Alia lands in a heap.
Slipping through the cables more carefully, Riley goes all backyard on the rising Jewel. The blonde spins away from the rising Saad and leaps from the apron in a hazardous moonsault. Shayne lands on the wide-eyed Alia, splashing her to the canvas as “THIS IS AWESOME” chants ring out.
In the ring, Swann tugs a flaccid Singh to her feet and slides alongside, pointed in the opposite direction. She ducks under Singh’s lifeless right arm and curls her right arm around the back of the Indian’s bronzed waist, ready to move the Hardcore Heartbreakers to the quarters with her Swann Song.
Swann Song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU )
But before she can rip Amara to the canvas and stack Singh on her shoulders for a three-count, the Bombshell sparks to life and wraps her arms around the alabaster tummy of her foe. Cinching tight, she lifts a startled AJ off the deck with a gutwrench and suplexes her to the deck with a ring-rattling collision. Amara shows why she’s ascended to the top level of the organization by holding onto Swann through the impact, rolling to her feet with AJ in tow. The Punk Rocker wriggles for an escape, but she’s sent up and over with another similar suplex, leaving AJ on the canvas writhing in pain.
Not Much Later…
Amara takes a glance outside while collecting the groaning Swann and Alia is holding her own against the little blonde banshee, both women laying the wood in the form of a series of forearm shivers, rocking and alternately getting rocked.
Singh yanks AJ up to wobbly feet by her azure locks and tugs the dipped cranium of her foe between her legs, then wraps her arms around the gulping midriff of the Heartbreaker. She launches Swann up her body in a front flip, ready to deliver the PowerBollyBomb Swann prevented earlier from blowing up her partner.
With Riley occupied on the outside, there’s no such savior for Swann and Amara drops to her BollyButt, DRIVING AJ into the deck, the force of the blow perhaps leaving an indentation.
Power BollyBomb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
Pressing forward to partially matchbook the splattered Swann, Singh drapes her arms over the shoulders of the demolished AJ, Amara mouthing the ref’s count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Not Much Later…
Amara’s dark eyes go wide as she stares at the near-carcass between her legs that somehow shuddered back to life and saved herself.
As Singh pulls what’s left of Swann to her feet, she again casts a wary eye to the outside where she sees the backyard nature of Riley get the better of her. While she precariously balances on the narrow tubular top of the steel barricade and uses the perch to launch into a one-of-a-kind hurricarana that levels Saad, she’s completely removes herself from playing cavalry.
Singh bullies the tumbling, rubber-legged AJ to the corner farthest from the extracurricular activity. She lifts Swann to horizontal in front of her and drapes her shins across the middle rope. Stretching the depleted AJ out so her ankles hook on the cable, Amara grabs Swann by her oddly-hued locks and sits out, upping the X in the X-factor that makes her Bollywood Bash a nasty ending.
Singh rolls the seemingly unconscious Swann to her back then edges forward to take a seat on her foe’s face in a reverse sit, nestling AJ’s nose between her spandex-clad cheeks.
“Kick out now, Heartbreaker,” Amara growls, as the ref drops down and slaps the mat for the….
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TWO…
THREE!!!
There isn’t so much as a spasm from Swann as she’s been knocked into next week by the Empress. Singh remains seated as she raises her arms and looks to the sky.
The ref calls for the bell and directs Singh off her throne. She only obliges when the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners…and moving on to the quarterfinals…the Exotic Empresses…Alia Saad and Amara Singh.”
The pronouncement finds Riley and Alia throwing haymakers and the distraction costs the blonde as Saad sends a delving toe kick into Riley’s gut. Saad converts it with a vicious DDT on the barely padded cement. Shayne tumbles to her back after the impact and spreads out in a comatose starfish.
A weary Saad climbs into the ring and meets Singh for the celebration, no one else in the house is interested in joining their exclusive party.
The bronzed beauties couldn’t care less and they start a Bollywood dance number without the aid of any accompaniment to announce their arrival to the Queens of the Ring quarters.
vs
Hardcore Heartbreakers (AJ Swann [5’4” 116 lbs.]/ Riley Shayne [ 5’2” 117 lbs.])
Already Empresses, the exotic beauties from Jordan and India are reuniting in an effort to make themselves Queens as well. With Amara’s remarkable run to a singles title and top-of-the-card status, her teaming with Alia Saad has been reduced to nil and with that the Empresses’ partnership has been sidetracked.
Taking the time to clean up closer to home, Alia agreed to have her time shared with European and Asian federations, becoming lightweight champ for Asian Intense Wrestling for the better part of a year. Still at the top of her game throughout China, Japan and coincidentally, Singh’s home turf of India, Alia nevertheless finds it irresistible when the call comes to make waves back in Orlando with her clever colleague.
Amara, gutted by the loss of her EurAsian title to Lady Waterford, surely finds a silver lining with the opportunity to jump back into her team full force without any title distraction and that surely means bad things for any team facing them.
And that team happens to be one that could upend anyone this side of The Three. The Hardcore Heartbreakers are fan favorites with a glint of the knife-edge that makes them particularly dangerous. The Breakers piled up wins in 2016, proving themselves ready to be title match material.
Unfortunately, AJ and Riley reached their zenith in the time of the most dominant tag team FAWN and likely the world had ever seen. Unable to find a way past the roadblock that was The Three, The Breakers suffered the fate of being stalled at the bottom of the ladder of beatdowns that followed with The Three’s other challengers.
When the crack of the ice came courtesy the Kanes, Swann and Shayne were plying their craft in Mexico where their hardcore ways put them over the moon in terms of popularity. Nevertheless, the chance to come back and stake a ‘queenly’ claim to their virgin territory is more than enough to put the bluenette and blonde back in play and ready to take down those feeling it their birthright to be wrestling royalty.
Alexandra Jade Swann makes it clear to the backyard legend from Boulder, she’ll be the one to light the dynamite signalling the Heartbreakers’ return and Riley gives her a hug of encouragement.
Across the way, Amara steps aside knowing the Jewel of Jordan is beyond prepared to make her return to the swamplands and unglamorous burgs of central Florida; one neither so-called hardcore grappler would forget.
AJ quickly shows she begs to differ, for when she connects with Saad in a seemingly harmless grapple for early leverage, Swann instantly tugs Alia toward her, spinning the Jordanian into a tight cravate grip. AJ dips, wrapping an arm around her fellow lightweight as she pivots to address Saad’s right side. The Heartbreaker launches Alia with a suplex to announce Saad’s less than spectacular return.
Necktie suplex (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0zv6ena8 )
To her credit, after slamming to the deck on a shoulder, the tawny Jordanian, uses the momentum to cartwheel up to her feet. She turns to face Swann and gets surrounded with a bluenette bearhug, AJ squeezing the bronzed midriff of her foe.
Alia raises her arms to ring her foe’s ears but before she can slap them together, Swann lifts her foe into the air and genuflects, bringing Saad’s crotch down on the plank of her upper thigh with In Utero, AJ’s version of an Inverted Atomic Drop.
Alia bounds into the air, face twisted in pain, both hands buried in her privates by the time she lands in knock-kneed fashion
Later…
Alia wobbles in a mid-ring stance as the punk rock purveyor of pain sprints away from Saad’s direction. That’s quickly rectified when AJ leaps into the rubber-coated, steel cables and rebounds toward the unsteady Alia.
Swann takes flight as she reaches the Jordanian, at first appearing as though she’ll simply clothesline her exotic foe, but the Heartbreaker spins around the back of her target, exchanging left arm for right as she SLAMS Alia down into the mat with her Hello Nasty.
Hello Nasty (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wagn6n8SSZg )
The back of Saad’s skull THUMPS into the thinly-covered plywood and she bounces up to a seat, cradling her head, cursing in Arabic.
AJ’s already back to her feet and racing past the seated Saad. She charges to the lowered target and THUNKS her boot soles into Alia’s bosom, rocketing the Jewel to the deck with a dropkick.
Later…
Swann is looking sweet and the crowd is going crazy watching the returning Empress take it on the chin. AJ heaves Alia toward the far ropes with an Irish Whip and plants center stage. The punk rocker dips an arm through the legs of the rebounding and staggering Saad.
The bluenette ‘hups’ Alia across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, but before Swann can deliver the Jewel to another ring-rattling collision, the Jordanian wiggles her way out of Swann’s grip and slides down her back.
Before the Heartbreaker can spin to face her, Saad sweeps an arm across the AJ’s throat and forces her into a backward standing arch. It quickly becomes evident Alia’s not interested in putting Swann to sleep dragon-style.
Instead, she drops to the mat and forces AJ’s skull into the canvas with a Reverse Implant DDT that takes the starch out or the punk and the crowd.
Later…
AJ’s managed to get to the sidelines but the pounding continues from Jordan’s Jewel, Alia CRUSHING Riley Shayne’s windpipe with a somersault legdrop that falls across the usually spunky blonde’s throat.
With the backyard aerialist grounded, Alia passes on a pinning predicament, instead pushing to her feet and skipping over the splayed Shayne. Leaping into the middle ropes, Alia grabs the top cable and springboards into a beautiful moonsault, her Jordanian Press, destroying the lightly tanned tummy of the flaxen-haired Heartbreaker.
Alia holds fast in a lateral press across the groaning Riley, hooking the daredevil’s far leg for the ...
ONE…
TWO…
Shayne kicks her way free, rolling to her side and stretching an arm toward Swann, who though she mirrors her partner, is considerably too far to tickle digits.
Not Much Later…
Alia rips the reeling Riley to her feet and bullies her to the Empress corner, stuffing the blonde in deep and tagging Amara over her foe’s right shoulder. An excited Amara climbs to the top instead of slipping through the ropes. While she does, Alia proves tardy in evacuating. Instead, she dips and wraps her arms under the slight curve of the slender blonde’s glutes.
Rising, Saad scoops her foe into the air, holding the dazed Shayne elevated in a vertical position. Alia turns so she faces a worried AJ while the perched Amara takes a rare flight, leaping off the penthouse and clotheslining Riley from Alia’s grasp.
The daredevil backflips through the spin cycle courtesy the Bollywood Bombshell, landing on her face and chest. Riley tries to push up and gets halfway to all fours before flopping back to the canvas semi-conscious.
Later…
Thankfully for the Heartbreakers and their fans, Alia’s left the interior of the ring to her Indian teammate, taking away the double team. What’s not so good? Amara is steamrolling the diminutive blonde. Singh lights up Riley’s chest with a series of blazing chops, decks her violently with a leg sweep then sinks a bony elbow tip into the cleft of the blonde’s cups courtesy a springboard elbow drop.
As Amara parades around the ring, shouting the many attributes the Empresses possess, Riley makes it to one knee and that spurs Amara into action. She surges toward the genuflecting Shayne and uses her foe’s raised knee as a platform from which to launch a Wizard of an enziguri kick that loudly clunks into Riley’s left temple.
The blonde’s baby blues cross and she flops to the canvas in a delayed reaction. Amara mounts her, plopping her cheeks into the taut abdomen of her smaller adversary. Singh leans forward to pin Riley’s wrists to the canvas over her head, thereby planting her shoulders flat to the deck. The schoolgirl looks awfully secure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Amara is sent barrel rolling off her blonde with a dropkick from AJ that saves her team from a Heartbreaking end.
Not much later…
Saad isn’t waiting for the official to eject the blue-haired interloper, making things a four-way mash-up, but Swann proves swifter. She reaches her feet and catches Alia flush on the chin while the Jewel is on the way in. Alia tumbles out instead, ending dazed on the arena floor.
Meanwhile, Amara has a rubber Riley on her feet. She stuffs Shayne’s lowered braincase between her thighs and clamps down then wrapping her arms around Shayne’s gulping tummy. With a grunt she LAUNCHES Riley heavenward, flipping the flyweight up to a seated position on her shoulders, ready to deliver her signature PowerBollyBomb.
Singh never gets the chance. AJ shoots an ‘Arrowed!’ into the bronzed belly of the Bombshell, nearly splitting her in half with the diving spear from the middle of the nearest corner.
Riley drops safely to the mat while the Indian is PLANTED with the brutal tackle. As AJ rolls out of the ring, she calls behind to a recovering Riley and Shayne dives across the spread-eagled Amara for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Later…
AJ provides the opening but Riley’s more than ready to step through, completely controlling the bigger, raven-haired grappler after an ingenious fake bulldog to a hot shot the backyard beacon calls the Landslide Bulldog.
Landlside Bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSHVu1cTzxs ) @00:17
It takes barely more than a second for the bite-sized blonde to be back in the ring with a gagging Singh. Shayne races at the Bombshell, but Amara seems to catch Riley by surprise, scooping up the Heartbreaker on her hip. However, Singh finds she can’t control the momentum of her foe, Shayne clamping on a headscissors and rotating around the spinning Singh until Amara can’t maintain her feet and is flipped to the canvas with the Whirlybird Headscissors.
Whirlybird Headscissors (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aBM6CHrZlc )
Later…
Singh still struggles with the high-speed, non-stop Energizer blonde bunny. Amara can’t seem to keep track from where Riley’s next attack will come and her infamous Cliffdiver is no different.
Catching the bigger beauty from the subcontinent unawares, Riley straps on a ¾ headlock and races to the nearest corner, taking Amara along for the ride. Reaching the buckles, Shayne skillfully climbs using the Bollywood Bombshell as her base.
Her boots on the top buckle, Riley pushes off and backflips to a landing on her knees, while SLAMMING Singh’s skull into the deck with incredible force.
Cliffdive (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoyDE-F5lO4 )
The blonde scrambles to a seated, backward facing straddle of Amara’s chest while snagging both legs and bridging into a matchbook of the copper-skinned grappler. The crowd BOOMS its count along with the slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Later…
The Backyard Battler turns the keys over to AJ and the pouty-lipped Heartbreaker isn’t making Amara’s life any easier as a legal participant. Swann has Amara spread across the middle ropes of a corner. Grasping the top with both hands, AJ leaps high above her copper-skinned counterpart and CRUSHES the former EA champion with the Meteora.
Meteora (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8eEo8UCPqM )
Grabbing the ankles of the blasted Singh, Swann drags the Indian grappler to center stage before dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Amara pushes a shoulder up under the punk rocker and prevents the immediate fall of the Empresses.
However, Swann is undeterred. She scrambles to her feet and heads for a neutral corner where she quickly climbs to the top. Looking out on her softly stirring landing pad, AJ launches, flipping through a graceful Swan-ton Bomb that CRASHES down across Amara’s midsection. Singh jackknifes around the impact then fades to the canvas. AJ reaches blindly behind her to hook both legs and matchbook Singh when she turns to the left, the lower limbs in her possession for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Alia, desperately unsure of Singh’s survival, breaks up the count with a leaping double axhandle between AJ’s shoulderblades, the third slap from the ref no more than an inch or two away.
Not much later…
Riley isn’t about to let Saad put the Heartbreakers at a disadvantage and she shoots through the ropes to join the free-for-all. Grabbing a distracted Alia by a wrist and shoulder, she spins the Jordanian Jewel into a hammer thrown of an Irish Whip and sends her flying out of the ring straight to the floor where Alia lands in a heap.
Slipping through the cables more carefully, Riley goes all backyard on the rising Jewel. The blonde spins away from the rising Saad and leaps from the apron in a hazardous moonsault. Shayne lands on the wide-eyed Alia, splashing her to the canvas as “THIS IS AWESOME” chants ring out.
In the ring, Swann tugs a flaccid Singh to her feet and slides alongside, pointed in the opposite direction. She ducks under Singh’s lifeless right arm and curls her right arm around the back of the Indian’s bronzed waist, ready to move the Hardcore Heartbreakers to the quarters with her Swann Song.
Swann Song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU )
But before she can rip Amara to the canvas and stack Singh on her shoulders for a three-count, the Bombshell sparks to life and wraps her arms around the alabaster tummy of her foe. Cinching tight, she lifts a startled AJ off the deck with a gutwrench and suplexes her to the deck with a ring-rattling collision. Amara shows why she’s ascended to the top level of the organization by holding onto Swann through the impact, rolling to her feet with AJ in tow. The Punk Rocker wriggles for an escape, but she’s sent up and over with another similar suplex, leaving AJ on the canvas writhing in pain.
Not Much Later…
Amara takes a glance outside while collecting the groaning Swann and Alia is holding her own against the little blonde banshee, both women laying the wood in the form of a series of forearm shivers, rocking and alternately getting rocked.
Singh yanks AJ up to wobbly feet by her azure locks and tugs the dipped cranium of her foe between her legs, then wraps her arms around the gulping midriff of the Heartbreaker. She launches Swann up her body in a front flip, ready to deliver the PowerBollyBomb Swann prevented earlier from blowing up her partner.
With Riley occupied on the outside, there’s no such savior for Swann and Amara drops to her BollyButt, DRIVING AJ into the deck, the force of the blow perhaps leaving an indentation.
Power BollyBomb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
Pressing forward to partially matchbook the splattered Swann, Singh drapes her arms over the shoulders of the demolished AJ, Amara mouthing the ref’s count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Not Much Later…
Amara’s dark eyes go wide as she stares at the near-carcass between her legs that somehow shuddered back to life and saved herself.
As Singh pulls what’s left of Swann to her feet, she again casts a wary eye to the outside where she sees the backyard nature of Riley get the better of her. While she precariously balances on the narrow tubular top of the steel barricade and uses the perch to launch into a one-of-a-kind hurricarana that levels Saad, she’s completely removes herself from playing cavalry.
Singh bullies the tumbling, rubber-legged AJ to the corner farthest from the extracurricular activity. She lifts Swann to horizontal in front of her and drapes her shins across the middle rope. Stretching the depleted AJ out so her ankles hook on the cable, Amara grabs Swann by her oddly-hued locks and sits out, upping the X in the X-factor that makes her Bollywood Bash a nasty ending.
Singh rolls the seemingly unconscious Swann to her back then edges forward to take a seat on her foe’s face in a reverse sit, nestling AJ’s nose between her spandex-clad cheeks.
“Kick out now, Heartbreaker,” Amara growls, as the ref drops down and slaps the mat for the….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
There isn’t so much as a spasm from Swann as she’s been knocked into next week by the Empress. Singh remains seated as she raises her arms and looks to the sky.
The ref calls for the bell and directs Singh off her throne. She only obliges when the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners…and moving on to the quarterfinals…the Exotic Empresses…Alia Saad and Amara Singh.”
The pronouncement finds Riley and Alia throwing haymakers and the distraction costs the blonde as Saad sends a delving toe kick into Riley’s gut. Saad converts it with a vicious DDT on the barely padded cement. Shayne tumbles to her back after the impact and spreads out in a comatose starfish.
A weary Saad climbs into the ring and meets Singh for the celebration, no one else in the house is interested in joining their exclusive party.
The bronzed beauties couldn’t care less and they start a Bollywood dance number without the aid of any accompaniment to announce their arrival to the Queens of the Ring quarters.