Culture Clash: British Bombshells vs. The Hoots (Debut Match)

Backstage, the British Bombshells were doing there final stretches, waiting for the announcer to call them out to the entrance ramp.  Bouncing up and down on her heels, Gemma Faraday rolled her head back and forth to keep her neck limber.  Leaning against the wall, Holly Matheson was letting her trainer, Gato Blanco, massage her thick thighs, readying her for action.  In a few moments, an AFW producer leaned around the corner, and waved them along.  It was time.

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Blanco gave Holly a firm slap across the backside, and nodded them along.  "You've got this," he said, with confidence.  The glance between the two Brits, however, seemed to imply otherwise.  This was the public debut of the British Bombshells tag team, and the glare that passed between Gemma and Holly had anything but the implication of comraderie.

Still, with a sashay in their step, the two Brits stepped out to the entrance ramp.  Both of them fairly well-known in AFW, the crowd cheered loudly for them.  Their figures were a contrast, however: Gemma was leggy, svelte, her firm figure decked out in quirky, "punk" attire.  Holly, meanwhile, was a buxom and curvaceous young woman, dressed to the nines, looking as poised and pretty as one could be while preparing to head out and beat the living daylights out of their enemies.  Still, the pair of them clasped hands, and raised them high as their entrance music rang through the arena.

The two young women walked together, to the ring.  They soaked in fan cheers, letting everything from genuinely appreciative fanboy chants to ridiculous cat calls wash over them.  They walked out to the ring with swaying hips and a certain, enticing dignity that kept the fans attention, right to the ring.  Then, reaching ringside, they got in.  Holly stooped over, scooping Gemma into both arms before mounting her onto her shoulder.  The dark-haired girl stepped onto the steel stair, using it to get her and her partner up to the ring.  On Holly's shoulder, Gemma posed dramatically, soaking in the fan cheers.

Then, as they got onto the ring apron, Holly gave Gemma a light toss over the top rope to put her into the ring.  Holly ducked into the ring, joining her friend.  The two of them posed dramatically in the center of the ring, showing off their looks as they smiled and winked coquettishly to the fans.  Any second now, their first opponents were going to be entering the arena.  The British Bombshells did everything they could to be as poised, pretty and ready as they could, for those young women.

"EVERYBODY OUT THERE READY TO GIVE A HOOOOOOT????"

Spoiler:

With that one bombastic question blaring through the speakers, the dynamic Hooters ladies would come skipping and hopping out to the immediately catchy tune of Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend". Spiraling houselights bathing the arena in a distinctly orange and white hue while the monolithic titantron would flash cartoonish images of the Hooters logo and various shots of frothy beer, seasoned hot wings, and the curvaceous waitresses themselves serving them up to the happy customers. All while the Hoots would come bounding down the ramp armed with the latest in T-shirt cannon weaponry~...

Blasting T-shirts all around the arena brought nearly the entire crowd on their feet in the slim hopes of snagging the Hooters swag, the Hoots cheerfully playing to their fans by only shooting T-shirts in the direction of audience members they could rile up and get to cheer the loudest. Equally adorned in bright orange, skin-tight hot pants that was snug tightly to their bodacious backsides and Hooters tank tops, the Hoots' skimpy attire and raucous entrance lacked the reserved dignity of Bombshells debut, but it certainly brought a bigger rise out of the crowd. The reserved and respectful atmosphere now more akin to an all night kegger at the rowdiest of fraternity's~...  

After handing their cannons to nearby personnel, both Hoots would slide under the bottom ropes in perfect sync before splitting up to perform separate poses for the crowd. Cait would raise her arms up to flex and showcase her muscular biceps with a cocked hip and beaming smile, while Haru would perform a rigid handstand before flipping forward to land in a split with one leg behind her and the other in front. Both poses highlighting the differences in their fighting style and individual roles on the team. With their theme fading away, both Hoots would approach ringside to be handed separate mics. The Hoots smiling brightly before addressing the cheering crowd.

"Ya'll ready to have a good time tonight???!!!" Haru bellowed out before pausing briefly to let the audience reply with enthusiastic woo's and hoots.

"That's great to hear, you guys. And we just wanna thank everyone who supported us during our first outing. We know that didn't quite end with the victory we we're all hoping for..."

"I dunno, Cait. I think everyone came out on top in that one~..." Haru mischievously remarked with a teasing grin, the audience responding with some lite applause and whistles in reference to how their last match ended...

"...*giggle*...I know, I know. But we have to get super serious this time, alright? It's time we started racking up those wins and started showing AFW who's the hottest team in this whole federation!!!...But, you know, I did a little research before this match. And did you know that the United Kingdom only has ONE Hooters restaurant in the whole country? It's called Hooters of Nottingham~..."

"Wow, that's a catchy name!! But only one in the whole country?! That's like...totes sad..." Haru remarked with a seemingly saddened tone to her voice. "That means our British chums here probably don't even know of how awesome a place it is? The succulent buffalo wings? The frothy pints? The welcoming atmosphere? HEY!! I got it!!!" Both Hoots would turn to address the bombshells at the same time, continuing their obviously rehearsed routine to the audience's delight. "Whaddya say afterwards we take these jolly olde Brits out to our own restaurant? You know, the one conveniently located right across the street~..." Haru winked at the crowd from her blatant schilling before turning back to the Brits. "Whaddya say gals? Loser picks up the bill!!!"

Leaning over the top rope, both of the Brits watched the spectacle of their opponents' entrance with slacked jaws. "What?" Holly asked, not breaking her gaze from the two waitresses for a moment. The two British Bombshells looked on in disbelief, taking in every moment of the peppy entrance music, the bouncy waitresses, and the impressive pump of the tee shirt gun.

"Lordy," Gemma said, her head cocking to one side, quizzically, "they're about as ridiculously curvy as you are, aren't they?"

"Schtum," Holly commanded, curtly. "Have you ever been to Hooters of Nottingham?"

"Dear God, no," Gemma said.

"Good," Holly said, "this tag team doesn't have to disband. And we're not going to Hooters of down the street, after we beat these twits' bums, are we?"

"Good Lord, of course not. In fact, avoiding such a fate is probably the most motivated I've ever felt to win a bloody match in my life."

The two of them continued to banter, as the Hoots made their way down to the ring. At the ref girl's prompting, the British Bombshells backed off of the ropes. Holly shot a mean glare at the Hoots, shaking her head disdainfully. Gemma, meanwhile, began to wave their opponents into the ring.

"The only way you're getting us into your squalling den of fried rubbish," Gemma said, "is if you drag our unconscious bodies in there! So how 'bout you get in here, and we put the focus back on some bloody wrestling, luv? Come on!" The crowd popped a bit for Gemma's enthusiasm to get the action started. Holly headed back out to the ring apron, ducking between the middle ropes, letting her partner start the match off. Gemma, meanwhile, leaned forward, bouncing on her heels, just itching for the match to get underway.

"Aww well...can't say we didn't try. Darn shame though, I think you two would look slammin in some official hooters apparel, specially your friend in white who looks like her nose is so stuck up it looks like she could drown in the rain. Hehe...I'm jus kidding gals, the invite's still open if you two decide to change your mind~..." Haru cheerfully replied after having their cordial invite shot down in flames, the tag-team retreating to their corner and handing their mikes to ringside officials. The stigma that came with representing Hooters was sometimes hard to shake, but the Hoots had cracked tougher nuts than the bombshells when it came to convincing people to give the food chain a try.

"Squalling den of fried rubbish...You have to admit, that one was pretty clever." Cait replied while stepping through the top and middle ropes, allowing her blue-haired partner to kick off the festivities. Their debut match had Caitlyn leading off for them last time, and they figured it was smart to experiment on who works better as the lead off girl or the anchor of the team. The pair employing pretty insightful tactics considering their were just a pair of Hooters waitresses...

"Yeah, I'll give them that. I'm just relieved that I can understand what they're saying this time." Haru commented in regards to Duffy's thick Scottish brogue as she turned around to approach the bouncing Gemma on the other side of the ring. The blue-haired Hoot would merrily circle the ring several times across from her steam punk opponent, smiling brightly while taking the time to pump her fists to encourage a few "Hoot" chants from the pumped up audience. Haru's fleet-footed steps kept the Hoot unpredictable in her footwork, every bouncing step causing her chest to jiggle with each hop before she would suddenly sprint forward, faking a lock-up stance only to attempt a sneaky and assertive side-headlock.

Leaning against the ropes on the ring apron, Holly couldn't help but scowl, as the Haru taunted her. "Don't you dare laugh at that," she said to Gemma, fixing her with a glare. Naturally, Gemma made certain that her 'subtle' smirking was all the more obvious. "Fine, then!" the curvier Brit said, throwing her hands up. "You get such a kick out of these two, maybe we should take them up on our offer, hmm? If one of us takes the pin or taps, then that one gets to sit down to a plate of sauce-slathered, deep-fried 'food.' And the other gets to film!"

"I'm vegetarian!" Gemma protested, smirk immediately disappearing.

"That's motivation, then," Holly said, with a smirk of her own forming as if she'd plucked Gemma's right off her face. The pair of them exchanged a harsh look, right through the opening bell, and right up to the moment that Haru snuck up, and trapped Gemma into a tight headlock.

"Oops!" Gemma wailed, as her face was ground against Haru's body, snugly. She dropped her center of gravity, a bit, going low, causing her bottom to stick out a bit as she took a wide stance. "Rrghh," she growled, frustration bubbling over as she realized she'd just let herself get hooked like a rank amateur. Backing off, Gemma tried to dislodge her little, white-haired head from Haru's grip, try to shift into a rear waistlock. If the hold was on tight enough, however, Haru would be able to keep control, and do whatever she wanted to the poor Brit.

"Psst...Don't worry, we have vegetarian plates too~..." Haru mischievously whispered under her breath towards Gemma after firmly applying the side headlock on the grey-haired Brit. Both her and Cait couldn't have helped but overhear the Brit's wager from back in their corner, the chipper Hoots fully intending to hold their snobbish opponents to their word now that the stakes for this match were officially raised to hilarious levels.

"Hggh..." Haru groaned out loud while re-doubling her straining efforts to keep the headlock cinched in, the blue-haired Hoot extending one of her toned legs behind her and lowering her stance as well to match Gemma's. Haru may have been the cute one in the group, in her opinion anyway, but she was most definitely not the muscle of the group. Wrenching in the hold with some renewed pressure did buy the Hoot a few more fleeting seconds of time, compressing Gemma's head between her bicep and the side of her soft chest. But sensing that she was better off transitioning into something else, once she felt Gemma backpedal in her efforts to liberate herself, Haru would willingly relinquish her side headlock and take off sprinting towards the ropes ahead.

Pumping her lithe legs as quickly as her track coach in high school taught her to, Haru would come bouncing off the adjacent ropes on her return trip back towards Gemma. If she was still right where Haru left her, the spirited Hoot would attempt to leap in place and briefly seat herself on the Brit's shoulders with her thighs scissored around Gemma's head in the precursory movements of a head-banging and topsy-turvy frankensteiner.

Somehow, trapped firmly in the headlock, Haru's reassurances didn't do much to help Gemma feel better. A situation that deepened the smirk on Holly's lips, even as the Brit was beginning to grow more concerned for her partner's chances. "Come on, Gemma! Show that tarty little waitress up, already!"

Despite having her head trapped between Haru's bicep and her soft chest was keeping things a bit muffled, but not so much so that she couldn't hear her partner's 'motivation.' "Come- off it!" Gemma grunted, her frustrations getting the better of her. When Haru released, the Brit was relieved. She went to snatch the wrestling waitress in a quick Irish whip, only to find that Haru was already on her way to the ropes.

"Catch her!" Holly shouted from the ropes. The curvier Bombshell had perched herself there with her hands there on the top rope, hanging her torso over to shout into the ring. "You're meant to be the fast one!"

"Look here," Gemma said, turning her head back to snap at her partner. Before she could finish that thought, however, the fleet Haru was already back on her end of the ring, flying into the air and landing with her toned legs wrapped around Gemma's head. "H-hey!" Gemma said, just managing to stammer out the words as she felt Haru's toned legs clench on her head, then come thrusting against her. Without the strength to resist, Gemma found herself getting tossed end over end! Boots in the air, Gemma's head was planted into the ring mat hard. Gemma's body stayed upright, for a second, drawing a laugh from the crowd, before she fell limply to the mat.

Holly, meanwhile, dropped from her perch. Turning around, the darker-haired bombshell turned away from the in-ring action, looking as though she might be realizing her own hand in what had just befallen her partner.

The spinning spectacle of seeing Gemma flipped off of her feet and end up planted like a British tree in the middle of the ring drew both resounding chuckles and sympathetic groans from the audience. Haru herself would seamlessly flow right along with her backward momentum in the Frankensteiner until she was comfortably seated atop the Brit's soft chest with her legs folded at her side.

The blue-haired hoot was now facing the audience and the stadium's hard camera with a gleeful smile, pinching the sides of her skimpy t-shirt and stretching it out to broaden the "Hooters" logo across her bosom. Coyly winking at the camera and shaking her bodacious backside from her comfy perch concluded Haru's eye-catching self-promotion, much to the cheering crowd's chagrin as she dismounted Gemma and rolled off to her side.

"Lookin great, Haru!! But stay on her!! And show these gals what it means to be a Hooters girl!!" Cait enthusiastically cheered from her corner, offering her partner encouraging praise and advice. Caitlyn knew that there was a proper time to make your voice heard in a tag match, specifically when it wouldn't distract your partner and disrupt their momentum. One of the many tidbits of wrestling knowledge that was hammered into their minds by their hardened manager and coach Masumi, and someone whose wrath they intended to avoid by chocking up a win here.

"Don't feel toooo bad Gemmy old gal, you technically did catch me~..." Haru mischievously teased as she tugged Gemma up by her arm back to a seated position. The blue-haired Hoot, thanks to her partner, was wisely opting to keep the ball rolling with a steady offense rather than attempt an early pin that would have most likely gotten her zilch. Haru scooted herself closely behind the Brit before grapevining her toned legs around Gemma's own, spreading her legs wincingly far apart in what may have been a straining test of the Brit's leggy flexibility. With a full nelson applied by interlocking her fingers behind Gemma's neck, the blue-haired Hoot would rock the both of them back until their "V"-shaped legs were raised high into the sky for a few seconds before abruptly shoving them forward in what was to be a pair of butt slamming keister bounces for the bombshell Brit.

Laid out and mounted, Gemma couldn't help but roll her eyes at Haru's keen eye for product placement opportunities. Still, the Hooters-branded wrestler was on top, as humiliating as that was to admit, and she was still reeling too hard from that frankensteiner to do anything about it. "Uuhnn ..." Gemma moaned, as Haru wiggled on Gemma's chest, her reassurances of a vegetarian menu doing absolutely nothing to alleviate her worries about the post-match bet. Gemma's face reddened, as she felt her chest squished a bit by Haru's pert bottom; there was no way she was sitting down to a plate of hot wings tonight, dammit!

At ringside, Holly was looking back at the action, chewing her lip worriedly. Sight unseen, Holly had imagined the Hooters girls couldn't be that great at wrestling. Right? They were waitresses, for pity's sake! Waitresses from a cheesy American boob bar, no less! Gemma had the edge on Holly in experience, but was her technical wrestling up to par? "Gemma!" Holly shouted, leaning her upper body over the top rope, hand extended, "Tag me in! I can take this little bimbo!"

Getting out to a tag wasn't nearly as easily said as done, however, as Haru was already off her mount and pulling Gemma up to a seated position. Gemma reached out with one hand, eager to get out of the ring and collect her thoughts for a moment, but Haru had other plans! Looking down, Gemma watched in shock as Haru grapevined her legs, pulling her spread-eagle. "Aaaaooowww!" Gemma let out in a wail, her toned thighs trembling as she fought and failed to push back against the agonizing stretch. Gemma's pretty face contorted into a pained grimace, as Haru locked in the full nelson and managed to completely trap the steampunker. "D-dammit-!" Gemma groaned, as Haru hoisted her up into the air, powerless to resist the move as the blue-haired Hoot took full control of her.

"Oooh," Holly mumbled, as she watched Gemma get pulled into the air. Gemma blushed deep red as she hung there, legs splayed out in full view of the crowd, her chest hanging precariously close to popping out of her top as Haru hefted nearly upside down. Then, suddenly, Haru rolled back, slamming Gemma's tailbone down hard onto the mat! Not just once, but twice, repeating the compromising position and the brutal impact onto the mat! "Oww~w!" Gemma whined, arms flailing uselessly over her head in pain and frustration. Holly left her hand extended into the ring, but stopped calling as loudly for a tag. Perhaps she wasn't quite as hurried to get into the ring as she thought. "Wear her down, Gemma," she shouted, "just try to outlast her!"

While the audience got a "Hoot" out of enjoying the spectacle of each keister bounce thumping Gemma's curvy backside against the canvas, Haru knew the maneuver wasn't exceptionally painful or would squeeze a submission out of the Brit anytime soon. Not that it didn't do the job well of Haru wearing down your opponent's endurance and confidence from the demeaning butt slams, but Haru was honestly just having fun messing with Gemma at this point~...

"You're probably gonna be sitting funny for a week after all this..." Haru impishly uttered after the second bounce, slightly exhausted herself after all the back and forth heaving. Still closely entangled with her British foe, Haru kept both the full nelson and grapevine firmly applied while breathing heatedly down the back of Gemma's neck as she contemplated where to go from here. The two of them sitting in the middle of the ring for several seconds before Haru would shoot an annoyed pout in Holly's direction, all of her backseat wrestling and name-calling catching the Hoot's attention.

"She's kind of a stick in the mud, huh? You know, you two might actually have a blast at Hooters. Can't knock it till ya tried it, ya know?" Haru uttered with a giggle before she would suddenly relinquish her application of the full nelson to lean back and use her arms to prop herself up. The Hoot would also disentangle her legs around Gemma's, instead applying a clenching body scissors around her waist. With a pivoting twist of her hips, Haru would start to roll along the ring and bring the entrapped Gemma tumbling along with her!! After a few discombobulating rotations around the ring to a laughing audience, Haru would stop the twirling spin cycle on her front side while propping herself up on her arms. Leaving Gemma upside down with her shoulders pinned to the canvas, and a steadfast referee initiating the first pin count of the match as a result!!

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