AV 21 Tag Championship - Bullet Club (c) vs Team Spirit

Nikita's idolization of her older sister was not without it's justified reasoning considering all of the alluring attention her sibling garnered back in High School from swooning future ex-boyfriends. Nor was Nikki's admiration masterfully camouflaged either as eagle eyed wrestlers backstage considered it one of the worst kept secrets in the locker-room. Witnessing her revered older sister be overcome with a sense of sisterly devotion to the point of wrathful indignation would have been downright flattering on Nikita's part, and more than a little embarrassing if she were being one hundred with you. Just a shame that Nikki was in capable of acknowledging that this or much of anything was happening around her considering she was plunged into a puffing faceful of tanned cleavage. Jiggled softness and a vague scent of whatever cheap perfume the cheerleader spritzed on were all that her senses could ascertain before...

"...*Phoo*..." Nikita could finally breathe easily again and breathe period for that matter thanks to Juliet's arising, although with a blushing complexion and in a befuddled haze as the cheerleader gave her scant little time to recoup before after being hauled up like a half-lidded sack of potatoes. Before she knew it being swiftly thrust into Fear's waiting clutches for an apathetic hug on Nikki's part before the Atomic Drop brought her back to life, albeit in sheer agony. The diminutive sister hacking out a savage yelp while tensely straddling Fear's knee as the cheerleader's giggled threat was ominously delivered with interest and a thrusting push backward. It was a difficult task to stay upright as Nikki embarrassingly shielded her rocked crotch in seething torment while unknowingly backpedaling into Juliet's suplexing embrace. Seamless and perfectly executed as Nik rotated onto her knees before pratfalling onto the canvas in a battered stupor.

Meanwhile, an irate Mack had long since returned to her corner with an extended arm and glare of frustration clearly indicating her intention to tag-in. The referee none the wiser to the squad's double-teaming/low-blowing shenanigans in spite of the audience's virulent reactions to what was transpiring behind the clueless officials back.

Juliet giggled as she felt the ring rock from the impact of her German suplex. Rolling on her belly and resting her chin on the back of her hands as she watched the poor punk champion roll backwards onto her knees before collapsing back in a heap. Oh yes. These girls were going to be just so much fun.

So climbing back to her feet, Juliet would shoot fear a knowing wink. Something her partner responded by blowing a kiss towards her. Juliet would then focus on the hot mess laying in front of her and she thought back to the atomic drop her partner had given her. It was only nice that kind ol Juliet would try to soothe poor Nikita’s pain right?

So bending down. The cheerleader would grab both of the girls legs and pull them up before tucking them underneath her arms. Then after dragging her back to the center of the ring to ensure no chance at escaping too quickly, Juliet would flip the punk girl over and sit on her back with a Boston crab!

“So are we having fun yet bitch?” Cause I can’t help but think your starting to enjoy this. Is that it? Is this little slut a closet masochist? Let’s find out.” Juliet would say after giving a few pulls at Nikita’s legs and torturing her back. Only to suddenly let go of one of the punks legs.

But with the freedom of said leg, came the freedom of one of the cheerleaders hands. Which would trail down along Nikita’s thigh before brushing against in between them. Nothing too far just yet. But a brushing that would be easily noticed by the girl. The fun part can come later.

Underhanded duplicity was typically Bullet's Club's tag-teaming specialty, at times even exuberantly boasting that they'd practically written the book on hoodwinking officials and the merits of hidden weaponry. Unfortunately, this was a piece of literature nigh anyone could read and utilize against them if they possessed unscrupulous morals alongside an uncanny knack for free-flowing teamwork. The results of this proven combination being Nikita ridden roughshod by the cheer squad thanks to a merciless double-teaming behind the referee's back with nothing but a sore cooch and half-lidded disorientation for Nikki's troubles. For only the briefest of seconds catching a faint glimpse of the peppy cheerleader rosily posing like a vapid teenybopper before flopping down gracelessly in a pitiable slump to further paint the portrait of Juliet wrecking Nikki with perky ease.

*....okay, time tah get out the pool...* Nikita begrudgingly internalized as she huffed frazzled breaths into the ring canvas, a decision she came across after toppling over like a sack of Bullet Club adorned potatoes. She scoffed through gnashed teeth as Juliet perhaps demonstrated skills as a mind-reader considering she immediately went about making this task insurmountable given the yanking escort back to the middle of the ring. Clutching her disheveled locks with pained yelps from the leg torquing agony of the Boston Crab, but only springing to life with her face flushed red and stark wide eyes from the cheerleader pawing her sweet spot."Y-You freaking...Skanky The Vampire Slayer..." After motioning herself up onto her one free knee, Nikita would swiftly tuck and roll her frame between Juliet's legs. Attempting to hike her free leg back and cram the bottom of her boot into Skanky's stupid face.

Ohh Juliet could already tell that this bitch was going to have the most hilarious face in a second. After slamming her goth opponent in quite the magnificent display of teamwork from the challengers, Juliet would lazily grab poor Nikita’s leg and drag her back to the center of the ring. Where upon she would sit herself upon the champs back and proceed to wrench on her spine with a half Boston crab. But she wasn’t finishing it there, oh no. As something of a hint at what is to come, the cheerleader would run her finger along the crotch of her red streaked opponent.

And just as the bully predicted, Nikita had quite the reaction as she began to flail and struggle out of Juliet’s hold like a bat out of hell. Juliet wondered if she could keep going, but decided not to when she felt her opponent beginning to reverse her hold. So with a sound that was a mix between a smug sigh and a giggle, Juliet would let go and roll away. Managing to dodge Nikita’s desperate kick while she did so.

Giggling, she would climb back to her feet and back towards her corner. Her eyes never leaving Nikita’s as she spoke. “Like. Oh my god Fear. I think this bitch is a virgin. She ran away so fast that I’m starting to wonder if she’s even felt a touch down there before. Besides her own hand of course” Juliet mockingly giggled before holding out her hand in front of her parter. Said partner giggling herself. “Are you surprised girl? With the way she’s looking I’m not surprised at all that she hasn’t gotten laid yet. Though I’m certain it would do wonders for her personality.” She said as she slapped Juliet’s hand and traded places with her. Tagging in so she can have her own fun with the champs.

Priorities tended to shift dramatically whenever one finds themselves lost in the heat of the moment, and that was as appropriate a term Nikita could conceive of to describe whatever the fuck just happened. The Bullet Club member certainly not expecting to be out-wrestled and ping-ponged around the ring by these blonde pop-tarts like a hapless noob. And never fathoming that by the end of the sequence she'd be blushing like a smitten school-girl on prom night. Juliet somehow knowing exactly what buttons to push in order to take Nikita off of her game, whether it be through royally ticking her off or through flirtatious mind games that were making Nik seriously start to question just what type of bedroom kinks she was down with. All she knew was that by the time she in the Boston Crab, she'd been rocked, rolled, and sensually flustered by the bubblegum blonde to the point where tagging out was her numero uno priority.

Chastity or not, having your cheerleader captor start massaging your cooch would elicit any lady into a rebellious action. Although moreso indeed for the virginal sister who'd be stricken silent with goosebumps and quivering shivers up her spine. Squirming and fidgeting her way free with a repellent kick hopefully before Jules noticed the faint dampness at her fingertips that came from being the bratty cheerleaders puppeteered plaything this whole time. "...*pant*...W-Warmed 'em up for ya..." Nikki sputtered out to her partner before tagging out to her older sister, intent on cooling herself down back in their corner. "Yeeeah, someone got warmed up alright." Mack coyly replied as the now legal competitor, although instead of stepping through the ropes, the elder sister would ascend their corner turnbuckle in a crouched position. Locking her glaring eyes on the fearless leader before attempting a missile dropkick.

Unlike Nikki who scampered to her teams corner with her tail between her legs and a blush on her cheeks. Fear took her time stepping inside of the ring. Giving a similar show to what she and Juliet did for their entrances. Bending down between the ropes just enough for those lucky few to get a glimpse underneath her short skirt before she finally stepped inside. And when she did, she moved with full confidence. Like the fact that Mack was climbing the turnbuckle was of no absolute concern to her at all.

And it would turn out that it wasn’t for when the tag champ leapt off with her legs primed for Fear’s head. The leader of the cheer squad would simply twist her body to the side and let the dropkick harmlessly pass her by. “Like. Wow. I’m almost starting to think that you’re even dumber than your slutty partner over there.” She said while pointing her thumb at Nikki. “Like. Did you expect me to just stand there and let you kick me? Wow I don’t know if I should laugh or just be annoyed at how pathetic it was.” she said as she would brush her foot with the top of Mack’s head as if she were scraping off gum from her shoe.

Meanwhile, from the cheer team corner. Juliet would attempt to lock eyes with Nikki once more. And if she did, she would bring her fingers up and gently lick them. Fully implying that she knew just how flustered the red striped bullet member was.

Breakneck pacing and daredevil theatricality were what audience members had come to expect from any of the Bullet Sisters tag-team matches, although the past few minutes of Nikki being a pathetically ragdolled pushover by the obnoxious cheerleaders wasn't exactly the match tempo they were accustomed to. Mackenzie, being the begrudging witness to Team Spirit's aggravatingly flawless teamwork, acknowledged the necessity for desperate acts in these desperate times. Nikita's earlier approach of a more traditional lockup leading them precisely nowhere in retrospect, so in her tactical mind it was time to light some fires and come out the gate swinging in an blazoned firestorm of offense. Or in her case, flying through the air with her tasseled boots aimed directly at the Fear Leader's smug f-

"Whatha!?!" Prat-falling flat on her awesome ass was perhaps the exact antithesis to how Mack envisioned that maneuver going down. The embarrassment amplified moreso by the audience having a laugh at her grimacing expense and Martha cleaning off her sneaker treads against Mack's facials. "J..Jus figured you'd keep playin the role of a bubble-headed tart with more chemicals in your hair than brains in your skull, is all." Mack snarled out before having the sneaker scrapped against her head, the sister twisting over with a yelp and a tending hand to the burn mark with boots tapping into the canvas. Nikita glancing up to notice Juliet suckling the fingers that were just stroking Nik's honeypot...and the younger sister's complexion became a brighter shade of crimson, albeit with a bitter scowl and defiant middle finger flipped.

Juliet giggled and waved teasingly back when the blushing Nikita gave her the finger for reminding her of the oh so fun time they had earlier. The bubblegum blonde was practically leaning nearly over the ropes as she watched the match unfold. She wanted to get back inside soon, but was content in watching her bestie thrash the champs in the most humiliating way possible.

Speaking of, Fear had just got done wiping some remnants of slut off of her shoe. Giggling to herself as she saw Mackenzie rolling around on the canvas with her hands on her face. Another cruel smile growing on her face as she would grab the blue sister by her hair and up to her feet where she would spin her around until she was face to face with the cheerleader. “Oh wow! Those were a lot of big words! Has the little stupid slut actually been paying attention in class. Always figured you losers would hang out under an overpass or something hee hee!” She mocked. Yet before Mackenzie could respond, Fear would suddenly wrap her arms around her waist and lift her up into the air, only to drop her crotch first onto her extended knee. And instead of letting the sister go, Fear would constrict her arms around her further. Easily transitioning an atomic drop, into a brutal bearhug!

Being an avid sneaker collector meant recognizing the size, brand, and specific style of the sports footwear worn by the obnoxious faction leader. Mackenzie really didn't need to be this excruciatingly close to make these determinations, but it's not like this useless knowledge was making her time spent underneath those filthy sneaker treads any less aggravating. Mackenzie snarling from the wicked foot scrape that lit her face ablaze before it was accompanied by being unceremoniously hauled upward by her flowing locks. Getting smack talked right to her recently grated facials with those vapid Valley girl vocals grating her ears in much the same manner. Mackenzie with a hobbled stance and spiteful indignation in her eyes from having to deal with this tart's bullshit.

"Christ you've got a big fuckin mouth. I bet you were real popular with the jocks underneath the bleachers with that thi-" Mack's smirking comeback would be upended along with rest of her when she was abruptly hoisted into the air and into a cooch cramming Atomic Drop that left her simultaneously wordless and breathless. “AAAUGH!” Mack gasped out after getting her sweet spot savagely jammed on the cheerleader's knee, awash in unbridled anguish as she pinched her legs as best she could. Flaccid in the suddenly unbearable embrace of Fear Leader that had her grimacing in the obnoxious cheerleader's clutches, Mack's chin nestled on one of Fear's shoulder in muttering misery with a limping sway to her arms indicating that her adversary didn't have much to fear from them for the time being.

Awww. Look at that, the blue goth wanted to speak. Unfortunately it was well known for it to be hard to speak when a knee dropped onto your cunt. So it was understandable that anything else that Mackenzie wanted to say would not be known as the leader of Team spirit dropped the bullet club member onto her knee crotch first. This was made worse when Fear would not unwrap her arms from around the champs waist and would instead squeeze even tighter. Crushing Mackenzie in a brutal bearhug that no doubt had the champ gasping for air.

Fear was actually tempted to see the champs reaction if she were to start grinding her crotch against her beautiful thigh. But at this stage of the match that may bring too much of a risk of reprisal to do right now. So instead Fear would let out an exaggerated sigh as she released the bearhug and instead simply let the blue twin sit on her leg. Fears hand reaching up to gently grab Mackenzie’s chin so that she could look the girl in the eye and give her a sweet smile.

Only for her opposite hand to swing around and clap against the champs cheek in stinging slap that not only had the referee wincing, but those in the front row as well. The force being enough to throw Mackenzie off of fears leg and onto the canvas. Where upon Fear would strut over to her and roll her onto her front before planting her foot onto the champs back. “Pffft. AFW’s tag scene must really be a joke if you losers are the champions.” Fear taunted, grinding her boot against Mackenzie’s back before bending down and reaching for her arms so that she could yank them back and pull them as far as they would go. Trapping the champ in a surfboard stretch.

“I mean look at this Julie! It’s absolutely pathetic!”