SD III: Adam Lynch, Babba Coldway & Sandy White Vs. Gnarly Charlie, James Wright & Reva Devonport

Preceded by: SD III: Mariko Ishii vs. Ninjette
Followed by: SD III: Tension 24/7 championship - Soledad Vega (c) vs. Dave Blake



Match Type: Elimination tag match
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: Victory only when all the members from the opposing team has been eliminated

Tonight was one of the rare moments in Adam’s life that he was nervous. (Just a little though.) After the “interview” turned into a full on brawl, Adam had a feeling he was going to be seeing Reva, James, and the third guy again. Little did he know, some of the higher ups thought this little feud could be a huge marketing opportunity. They were betting crowds would love to see a group of "rookie assholes” get beaten by three “crowd favorites”. Well if that was true then they're gonna be pretty disa”FUCKING”pointed, because they were going to pound the fucking “favorites” to a fine mint paste by the end of this match! So with him, Babba, and Sandy all waiting impatiently to get out there, the group would make their entrance as soon as they were given the OK.

After the lights faded to a certain point, the words “You can't hide...you can't hide...when evil calls your name....” would soon play in throughout the arena. Then, the three would enter as soon as the words, "When the wicked have their way" sounded, which signaled quite a few boos from the crowd. No one liked the trio, and honestly the trio didn’t like them either. They had their own reasons for being here, and none of them involved playing to the shitty crowd. Adam was the one who had the worst record when it came to crowd members. After all, he beat the crap out of one during his debut, which pissed a lot of people the hell off. Not just the higher ups though, he could tell wrestlers, and even personnel hated him. Even the fucking stage hand fucked him over once when he literally sent him away to the other fucking side of the complex, when the room he was looking for was five fucking feet from where he was asking at originally.

So as he walked down to the ring to the dark music, Adam would simply glare as his heart beat a little faster than normal. He knew that depending on how this match went, he would either have a huge push, or have “Weakling” written across his face. Because of that there was no way he’d lose this match. Then after arriving at the ring, he’d pull on the middle ropes to let Babba in. As for Sandy, she was tall enough to go over the ropes. So no help needed. Then finally, after making there way to the corner, Adam would ask a tough question that was gonna be tricky to figure out…

“Ok…so who wants to go first against these shits?"

Babba was starting to giggle while she was waiting backstage with all the other guys from her group. The evening was promising to be a hell lot of fun… even more then this interview they took part in. The small girl would start to stretch herself a bit. While watching the other two. It would be her first match in the afw… and she would show the crowed what she was made of. They would have never seen something like her before. She was starting to smirk after all she could do with her opponent.

As soon as their entrance started Babba would follow her partner. She was walking directly behind him onto the ramp. She was wearing her green outfit and her hair was green as well. On her face she was wearing a white mask. The Mask was as simple as possible, without anything drawn on it. The only thing it got was two holes for her eyes. When the trio was standing on top of the ramp she would hear the respond of the crowed… and it was pretty badly. The only thing coming out of the crowed were booing.

Babba was smiling brightly under her mask, this was already a great start for them, but they needed to leave a even bigger mark in this match so their names would be know through the whole afw. Babba would walk down to the ramp jumping happily. By every opportunity she got she tried to beat away the drinks and snacks of the first row, for no reason really.
As soon as she reached the ring, Babba would walk over to the other side of the ring, standing in front of the stairs. Then she would start jumping up one step after the other, while jumping up with both feet and landing. She was smiling brightly while doing so. When she reached the Apron she would jump up landing on the top rope before using this as a spring board and jumping right into the ring. She would stand right next to Adam and listen to what he said.

“OH oh oh oh oh oh,” she would start jumping up and down pretty excited. “I got a great idea…” Babba would pull up her mask smiling at the other two. “How about we throw our big gun right here at them first?” While saying this Babba would start to slap Sandy onto her shoulder and smile at her. “ What you say? Want to be our heavy gun and break them apart? I know you can do this…  You just have to do it like that!”
The green Haired one would step back from the big woman. “Sandy angry…. Sandy smash!”    

During their entrance, Sandy seemed more dismissive than usual. Of the 3, she had been in AFW the longest and had the rap sheet to show for it. Most everyone on the roster knew what they were in for if they got on her bad side. And despite this reputation, she had managed to find two allied, for tonight at least, in the form of Adam and Babba. A few of the "smart" fans on social media had been posting predictions left and right about Sandy betraying her team, tonight. It only made sense. She had never gotten along with anyone.

But many overlooked the fact that Sandy was abrasive, not stupid. Working together with these two was probably her best bet at sticking it to all 3 members of the opposing team, each of which had given her a reason to have their names written on her hit list, unlike her two partners for the night. These thoughts were fresh on Sandy's mind as she made her way to the ring with the firey red head Adam, and the eccentric and silly Babba. Sandy brought up the rear as the 3 entered the ring, she was the last to the corner. Her contemplation was interrupted by Adam asking the important question and Babba's antics. The Giantess' eyebrow raised in annoyance as Babba tried her hand at her Sandy impression.

"I'll go." She said in a calm yet serious voice. For all of the thoughts she was covering up under her dismissive attitude, Sandy had no nervousness to show for them. It didn't rattle her that this was her first pay per view match, or that these two allies were new to her. She wanted to keep her place on the food chain here at AFW, and tonight that meant asserting herself over the 3 pieces of trash that ganged up on her during that interview. "But do that again, Babba, and this 'gun' will be quick to shoot. And you'll be the ammo." Sandy said before stepping towards the center of the ring and crossing her arms beneath her bust whilst observing the entrance ramp. She donned a black leotard tonight rather than her usual blue one. White had also dyed part of her hair. Whether or not it was for her ppv appearance or for the sake of aligning herself with her partners wasn't yet clear. What was clear, though, was that Sandy meant business. She awaited the arrival of the opposing team, secretly hoping that their first member would either be Reva or Charlie, two people she was particularly looking forward to beating down.

James sighed. He had always wanted to do a pay-per-view. Back in Iowa, he invited everyone he knew to watch Jessica in her pay-per-views, and they all loved it. Just as much as James did not love the fact that neither he nor their father had never been in one. Theoretically, it was his opportunity to shine and have a moment out in the spotlight, but the reality was far from that. It could have been a simple interview, but things went to shit. He had a hand in that, and he knew it. Still, there was no point in things getting that far.

But on the other hand, James was also proud of coming this far. Sure, this was not necessarily the match of his choice, and sure, this team was cobbled together as opposed to thought out, but it was a PPV, dammit, and James was going to make the best of it. He was given his own locker room, and he quite enjoyed that fact. A quick ab check in the mirror confirmed that the aerial ace still looked damn good, even with his basketball shorts hung low. The boy pushed a few strands of hair from his face and took a deep breath in. Showtime.

He stood up and made his way out of the locker room, and into the hallway. Perhaps he should have checked if his teammates were around, but James wanted to have a little bit of the spotlight for himself. For whatever reason, they let him pick the song and they let him go first. James was not entirely sure what he did to have earned such a distinction, but like many things in life, he was not going to question it.

Bluesy, grinding guitars blared over the loudspeaker, and James stepped into the arena. He was met with a chorus of cheers, and he was not really aware of why anyone would be cheering for him. But again, he was not going to complain. The aerial ace waved politely as he approached the ring. He jumped over the top rope, and landed on the canvas loudly.

"Sup." He nodded his head sarcastically to his opponents.

Reva was about to appear in her first paper view which made her happy due to the paycheck, unlike James though she was much happier that the match had taken this direction. The Bombshell mostly cared about getting by and showing off her strength and sure in the fatal four way she might have gotten the chance, but in a 3 versus 3 match she was going to be inside the ring in a simple one on one situation more often, sure the opposing team could do their best to ensure that didn't happen but she had her own team that hopefully could at least successfully keep the illegal opponent's out of her way as she destroyed whatever poor sap was left in the ring.

She would arrive at the locker room right after James was leaving, she wasn't exactly too eager to get to know her team since it was just business afterall. Making friends wasn't on her agenda so she purposefully waited for him to leave before arriving herself, she never planned things out and it would have been a pain if her partner had attempted to do so. After she watched James reach the ring she would finally take her cue to walk out, she didn't mind her partners choice of music, although in all honesty she gave him the right to pick it since it made no difference in her eyes, it would be accurate to say that Reva really didn't understand how significant get first paper view appearance was. As usual the English lass would be wearing her usual attire featuring Lycra shorts and a stomach less top which covered her breasts and left room for her impressive abs to be left on view and a thin stylistic bra which both gave her that warrior appearance and prevented her large bust from escaping or bouncing too much in place.

The Bombshell would proceed to walk down the ramp towards the ring herself, wearing a smile as she was quite excited for the match. She really wanted to get her hands on that annoying imp who thought she was someone to play pranks on, and to beat down her fellow giantess both to get payback for her being a bitch and to display her own strength. Reva didn't care too much for the last opponent, his words had been somewhat annoying but he hadn't did much other than set the imp on her, and even then the Bombshell couldn't really be sure if he had planned such a thing, for now the extent of a beating he would be receiving was undetermined in her head until she had more chance to form an opinion on him.

The fans would be on a slight split with Reva, the reaction wasn't exactly loud but it was mixed, which was likely the case due to the mix between her amazing strength, slightly erotic tendencies in matches and her much less admired lack of mercy or even caring about her opponent's condition after or during a match. The Bombshell didn't mind though, they could react how ever they wanted to her as long as they payed to watch her matches for some reason or another, she just hoped that they wouldn't stop due to her cruelty otherwise she'd need to work harder to gain their favour, which truly would be a pain.

Reva would notice that it seemed James was already exchanging words with the opponents, she decided at this moment that she was going to sock her opponent in the chin if he dared be friendly with those bastards. The Bombshell would pull herself up onto the apron by using the ropes before then entering through the middle ones, before walking over to James and listening in to his conversation with The imp, the biggest bitch and the mildly irritating man who's hair was as red as her own.

Charlie was next and bouncing around as his music played. He recalled the last disaster tag team he was part of. This time would be different, he was sure of it. Still, he was anxious. He came over with Alaina but only had a fraction of the matches she did. PPV experience? Forget about it. She told him not to worry and to treat it the way he did everything else, saying that he would be fine. Easy for her to say.

Clad in his blue converse, black kneepads and long blue shorts he came bounding out as the crowd cheered his return. I guess they liked a comeback story huh? He ran down the ramp high living fans and leaping up onto the apron in one jump then over the ropes in the next. He smiled and nodded to his team before looking across the corner.

Charlie gave the other team a goofy look and awkward wave. "Heya interview ambushers, how's everything going? It kinda sucks that there aren't curtains to hide behind and stuff huh? I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun tonight though." He said as he went back to his corner and leaned on the ropes, fist bumping both members of his team.

Adam just shook his head as Babba did her hulk impression knowing that it would irritate the giantess. Luckily Sandy only threatened the swede instead of getting...smashy. "Ok you're up first then Sandy, but I wouldn't be threatening her if I were you...it'll probably just make her do it more..." Adam would warn as he went out through the ropes and stood on the top of the ring apron.

Their opponents would make their entrance soon after and come into the ring full of confidence...which the red head was looking forward to breaking throughout the course of the match. James would enter first and greeted the group with a single word, Reva would enter and remain quiet, and Charlie would run his mouth as he waved awkwardly. Now Adam was pissed and he really wanted to pound on the chatterbox...but for now he'd just let Sandy take care of whoever was starting out of their three opponents.

"Fun? Yeah...let me know me how much fun you're having after I punt your head a few times...also I'm pretty good thanks for asking" Adam would say to his chatty opponent from the other side of the ring. His little mind games were already starting as he both threatened and thanked Charlie...or maybe the red head was just that crazy. Either way Adam would then lean on the ropes with Babba close by as he waited to see the start of the carnage.

Sandy looked on stoically as the opposing team emerged. While keeping her arms crossed, she gave each member of the team a dismissive look as their entered the ring. Admittedly, despite being a ragtag team, Charlie, James, and Reva looked quite formidable on the same side. The audience in attendance roared as things seemed primed to get underway and the two teams looked to face off. The very sight of them together almost made Sandy think twice about walking over there and punishing Charlie for his immediate insolence upon arriving, but something made her hold off on doing that just yet.

Having noticed that the other team hadn't chosen a starting member, Sandy seized the opportunity to voice two quick thoughts before the bell and rang fists flew. "Okay, two things." The towering woman in blue began to utter audibly enough for anyone who was attentive enough and present in the ring to hear her. She'd look back at Adam before directing the first part of her statement at him.

"One, Adam. If there's one thing that you or anyone else needs to know about me, it's that I always make good on my threats."

After making that point, White would then turn to their opponents before addressing them collectively before going on to single out Charlie in particular. "And you wannabes over there. I was gonna ask you to put blondie up first so I could rock his jaw for what he said just now...but then I remembered! I already did that! Man he must flown back like ten feet when I kicked him outta that chair!" She said whilst placing a hand on her face and chuckling profusely, genuinely amused recounting her own actions during their interview.

Sandy was certainly the type of wrestler to trash talk, but even she made sure to get down to business first thing when she entered the ring. It wasn't obvious at first, but she had intentionally tried get this comment across as a means of riling up one or more members of their team to try to get them to act on impulse.

James watched. James waited. His team filed in behind him, one by one. The purple haired wrestler noted the seriousness of the girl, Reva is her name maybe, and Charlie, the dude who got kicked. He nodded to each of them. It was not the sardonic, mocking nod he gave to his opponents. This one was earnest. James needed both of them to put on the performance of their lives in order to win this match, just as they surely expected a lot from him. He turned back to his opponents. Despite only knowing them for a short while, James told himself that he would not let them down.

"It does not matter who the fuck you want," James boasted, "because you are getting me. And trust me, y'all don't want any of this." He thumped his own chest. If he were being honest with himself, he would say that he was not sure if he was trying to convince himself or convince them. "You got lucky with a bullshit surprise attack, and y'all know it. The only surprise tonight is going to be how you stay fucking alive."

James was still stretching out, still getting himself loose. His heart was beating at a rapid pace, and his usual lackadaisical look sharpened into focus. The woman in front of him was massive, and almost certainly weighed more than him. A big breath in calmed him a bit. He had slain giants before, and was sure he could do it again, even if it took a near mythic performance to do so. Sandy's taunts were to get him all riled up, he was sure. But he could rile himself up far better.

The bell rang, and James took off like a sprinter who heard the pistol. He darted across the ring, straight at his opponent, and leaped into the air. The aerial ace flew, free from the dominions of man and earth, and his legs exploded forward towards the larger woman. Missile drop kick, from the word go. It was a bold move, but he figured there was no better place or time to engage in bold behavior.