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

Loathe though Mackenzie is to be in agreement with this bubble brained tart, but she did indeed have ample more spiteful contempt intended to be directed at the stupidly named Fear Leader and her twin-tailed cohort back in the corner. But even the most eloquent orators in the world would find themselves rather speechless after having getting mercilessly kneed in the nethers. A life lesson that Mackenzie really didn't need to experience herself to understand. Yet here Mackenzie was, rendered breathless and slackened with an abysmal pain in her crotch that her hands would have immediately started soothing if left to her own miserable devices. The only possible benefit to being in the bearhug perhaps being that it was slightly less embarrassing than languishing on the canvas with your hands caressing your cooch. But even than it was like a solid 50/50 as to which Mack would prefer.

The Bullet Sister's body started shuddering within Fear's bearhug, hacked breathes taken from the savage torque of the embrace that she sagged deeper into like a child in their guardians arms. Hating how she's been subdued by the faction leader in such a basic submission until relief from the maneuver allowed her to breathe easy again. A guiding hand on her chin brought her fatigued face before Fear's saccharine smile, a crimson hue forming alongside the idea to spit in Fear's face before getting spanked with what felt like a paddle against her sweet backside. But in reality was just Fear's hand. "Hugh!!! You shit faced skank..." Mack muttered after getting swatted off of Fear's knee, spasming slightly from the cheerleader's boot pinned between her shoulder blades. A snarling grimace on her facials once having her arms stretched back, enduring both the submission and being pitifully showcased by the faction leader.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of how much of a loser you are.” Fear giggled maliciously as she shoved the blue bullet club member off of her knee like one would swat trash or dust off of a table or desk. No respect or even attention given to them. To fear, she just needed to put this loser in her place and show her just how much of a jobber she and her sister truly were. Grabbing hold of her arms and putting her foot between her shoulder blades, Fear would stretch Mackenzie’s upper body to it’s limits! Focusing more on her arms and her spine.

But this wasn’t for a submission, oh no. The cheerleaders just needed the blue sister nice and compliant for what came next. So after a bit of pulling Mackenzie up further and further. Fear would suddenly let go and stomp her foot down! Slingshotting the champ face first onto the canvas with a bang! With her foot still on her back, fear would take the time to readjust her hair and give the crowd a little pose.

“Man. Beating up you sluts sure is tiring. I think it’s time Julie had some fun with you.” Fear would exaggeratedly sigh as she bent down and grabbed Mackenzie’s legs, dragging her back to their corner where Juliet stood waiting. The two girl winked at one another and a Fear got close enough, Juliet would lightly slap her back and the ref would officiate the tag. Yet the pigtailed blonde didn’t enter. Instead she tightly gripped the ropes while fear slipped out of the ring and hopped down onto the outside.

Grabbing hold of Mackenzie’s legs once more, Fear would put her foot up against the corner post. An evil smile gracing her lips as she would then yank back as hard as she could! Her intent on crushing the bullet club members cooch against the unforgiving metal of the post! And when that happened, Juliet would suddenly use the ropes and springboard up and over the top! Predicting that Mackenzie would have picked up her head in response to the crotch attack, Juliet would slam her head back forward onto the canvas with a springboard face plant!

Various concerns were infiltrating Mackenzie's scattered thought processes at the moment, although the most immediate one would have been contemplating how much more torqued strain her shoulders could take without being dislocated. Spattered sweat droplets dripped against the canvas as Mack hung her head downward from Fear testing those limitations firsthand. A convenient byproduct of having flowing jet-black hair is that no person in the audience could notice the sheer anguish painted on Mack's grimacing facials, an errant jerking kick against the ring scarcely inspiring confidence that the Bullet Club sister was on the cusp of a miraculous counter maneuver either. Although Mack's flowing locks would wind up being unnecessary in regard to shielding her tortured visage after the Cheer Leader decided to savagely pancake Mack's face into the floor with about as much disdain as you could imagine. A shrill yelp and thudding impact giving rise to some winces within the crowd, Nikita being one of them.

"...*grumble*..." Mackenzie's spiteful rebuttals to all of Fear's incessant belittling was steadily becoming less and less coherent throughout her time in the ring with the faction leader, to the point where only incomprehensible blubbering into the canvas was all she could muster at this point. Perhaps this was all for the better since for Mack it would have proven difficult to paint this picture in an optimistic light in her favor, which was the cheerleader straight up out-wrestling and puppeteering her like a marionette. One that she now posed triumphantly upon like a conquered, and quite frankly ashamed trophy. One that started vaguely noticing her carcass being yanked across the ring floor by her legs, her disoriented vision raising up off the canvass to acknowledge being in enemy territory now...until the cold truth of her plight struck her right alongside the cold steel of the ring post being smashed against her sweet spot. Mack instantaneously stiffening her arms to raise herself off the ground, mouth opened into a silent scream that would only eat floor after her head was dunked back down to canvas by Juliet in lifeless misery.

“Ooooo! I don’t think this poor bitch liked that F.” Juliet giggled as she sat up after driving Mackenzie’s face back into the canvas. Idly playing with the champs ponytail while widening her legs enough so that Nikita could get a perfect angle of the tight purple panties that hid beneath the cheerleaders skirt.

“Yeahh, I guess. Though that just means it’s your job to make her feel better isn’t it?” Fear grinned. Juliet let out another giggle as she mad her way up to her feet. “Oh I’ll make her feel better all right.” she replied before going around to her head and grabbing her arms so she can drag her back to the center of the ring. All while giving Nikita a fully intentional look at her perfect rear.

When they made it to the center, Juliet would spin the two of them around so that Mackenzie’s legs would be facing her partner that was just out of reach. Then she would roll her over and sit her up before taking a seat behind her. Locking her on either side of the champs legs so she can spread them out all nice and wide.

And to add the finishing touches. An arm wrap around Mackenzie’s neck before yanking back as far as she could go in a textbook dragon sleeper. Only this hold had a dirty little secret in the form of Juliet’s free hand playing mischief on Mackenzie’s body. First her breasts were given a squeeze, then her hand tickled along her belly. And finally she came to a stop at the space between her legs. Giving her crotch a few little love taps.

“Ohhh yeah… I’m going to make you feel all better.” she breathed hotly against her throat. All while her eyes bored holes into Nikita and where she was in her corner.

Whatever faux concern showcased towards Mackenzie would obviously be unnoticed considering the heinous double-teaming had rocked her world, and not in the preferred party girl fashion. The indescribable agony of testing the steel turnbuckles rigidity against her womanhood was at the very least numbed after being faceplanted into the canvas, a pitiable ragdoll toyed with by the bubbly cheerleader merrily tussling up her raven-colored locks afterward. The outright lack of any vocal rebuttals aside from stewing mutters were a far cry from the visceral disdain she was showcasing towards the cheerleaders earlier on in the match, blissfully unaware even to her slackened carcass being hauled towards the middle of the ring before noticing her being propped into a seated posture. Mack totally oblivious as to the cheerleader's scheming until noticing Juliet snuggle up behind her and intertwine their legs. Puppeteering the Bullet Sister like a marionette into shamefully spreading her legs just for starters.

Juliet latching on a heinous dragon sleeper, Mack squirming bitterly from the stretched strain of the submission that allowed her squinting eyes a view of the roof's rafters. Hacked breathes becoming softer with caressing touches beginning to melt her from the inside out. Sensitive spots being massaged along with the sweltering warmth of Juliet's sweat-hued beauty were outweighing all other pained sensations. Although the flustered shade of crimson on Mackenzie's facials were shared moreso by her cornered sister, incapable of averting her eyes from Juliet's pantied backside whenever flaunted nor the locked-on gawking of their own eyes. Fidgeting apprehensively from knowing what she had to do but only gathering up the courage just now before extending her upper half through the ropes and barking out "H-Hey, Beach House Barbie!!! Ya wanna piece of me, right?! Lemme tag-in and show both you skank-ass bitches that gettin' banged underneath the bleachers is about all you're good for!!!"

“Hehe. Aww, do ya hear that sweetie? It looks like your sis is trying to sacrifice herself to save you.” Juliet whispered as her lips continued to glide up along Mackenzie’s throat. Her hand now stopping its slow taps and now shifting to long, slow rubs up and down the champs covered crotch. “Or maybe… she’s just jealous. And really just wants to be where you are right now. What do you think macky? Do you want to trade places with your sister?” the pigtailed cheer leader now spoke aloud as fingers would suddenly stop their motions before gliding up to the lip of the blue twin’s pants.

Then like a thief in the night. Juliet’s hand would slip underneath and her fingers would press against Mackenzie’s sex directly. “O.M.G. You are so wet you slut. I told you she was a masochist F!” Juliet called out to her partner and loud enough for everyone in the ring to hear. Whether or not Mackenzie truly was didn’t matter, only the two of them could tell for certain and Juliet opted for the embarrassment side of things. Though if the champ wasn’t, then it would be something that Juliet would quickly fix as she plunged two of her fingers inside and would begin to pump them in and out of the blue sisters honeypot. But that wasn’t all, for Juliet would then release her arm from Mackenzie’s throat and pull her head up so that it would be side to side with her own. Forcing the champ to look straight ahead and at her partner in the opposite corner. “Look slut! There’s your partner right there! Just waiting for your answer. So? Do you want to switch? Or do you want to stay and feel everything I can do to you?” she said into her ear before latching her teeth onto it in a playful and teasing bite.

Mackenzie wished that it were nothing but sweet whispers being salaciously uttered into her ear considering she was certainly having her passionate fires reignited from all of this. Loathed though she was to admit this but the slutty cheerleader had a way with her hands that was making it real easy to understand why she would be popular with the jocks back in high-school meeting her in the bathroom. A shame than that Juliet had to consistently ruin the ride by blathering on like she was a call-girl for some sleazy XXX hotline. A career path that Mackenzie would not be the least surprised in discovering the blonde bitch has once considered going professional in. All of Juliet's condescending shit-talking just making Mack that much more flustered from how little she could do to stop it and continue being the cheerleader's plaything.

Mack buckling from the stifling control of the dragon sleeper combined with the swirling liberties Juliet was taking with the Buller Sister's ladyhood, sufficiently warmed up thanks to being worked over by both cheerleader's for what felt like an eternity by now. Worked over in every sense of the words once Juliet skipped all pretenses and started with the pleasurable fingerbanging that had her tense up in aghast shock at first before melting like microwaved butter underneath Juliet's control. Sweltering breathes taken from underneath Jules' arm until she was suddenly positioned upright, crimson facials unseen due to her head being lowered while her foe nibbled at ear. "...*pant*...tell ya what...hold this for me until I decide..." Mack whispered out before gnashing her teeth and cramming her elbow back into the cheerleader's pink pantied pussy.

Juliet absolutely loved the bullet club sluts face as she sent her fingers in and out of the champs pretty little snatch. The feeling of her melting against her whilst she had her way with her pliable little body while she has her trapped in the dragon sleeper. Her motions going faster and slower at the flick of her wrist until she had the wonderful idea of letting Mackenzie’s head pop free from underneath her arm. The cheerleaders idea being that she was going to show the champs face to her just as flustered partner. So that she can get an idea of what will happen to her should she really get her wish and tag in.

And it was working beautifully! Mackenzie’s head was released and her flushed, pleasure filled face was put on full display as she went full force on her fingering while nibbling on that delicious ear. That is, until Mackenzie did something really. Really. Stupid. She cocked her arm out and sent it back into Juliet’s exposed crotch! The cheerleader wheezed as she immediately shoved the champ away so that she could stumble to her feet with her hand trying to soothe the pain. But very quickly, that wheeze would turn into a growl of rage. Glaring hatefully at where Mackenzie was, Juliet would twist around and attempt to sent a full force punt to the blue twins rib cage!

“BITCH!!!”

You'd think being the typical vapid cheerleader skank that Juliet was, she'd know the phrase no means no. Although Mackenzie was willing to suspect that this twin-tailed tart was more accustomed to screaming the exact opposite whenever she was getting railed by her jock boyfriend underneath the bleachers. The Elder Bullet Sister couldn't deny that Jules' pink nail-polished fingers were lighting her world on fire something fierce, but Mack wasn't about to let this bubble-brained airhead puppeteer her into climaxing on the grandest stage of them all. Mack's elbowed low blow sending that message perfectly clear as she propped herself on her hands and knees after Jules backed the hell off already.

"...cunt..." Mackenzie's retort being whispered underneath her breath as she watched Juliet justifiably spaz out from what felt like the first legitimate offense taken since the match started. Of course freaking the fuck out about it considering she was probably accustomed to everything being handed to her on a silver-platter. Mack breathing deeply and trying to settle herself down from being sensually overwhelmed for what felt like an eternity. One benefit from Juliet's masterful foreplay was the adrenaline rush that enabled Mack to not only strike back at this bitch, but attempt to counter Juliet's dashing punt by leaping up to her feet and serving sweet chin music in a superkick aimed right for Juliet's jawline.

Muttered curses and swears of violence muttered out of Juliet’s lips as she hopped to her feet and grabbed onto one of the ropes to stabilize herself. Fear looked ready to bolt inside, but her second in command managed to catch her eyes and give a slight shake of her head. The pain wasn’t overwhelming more than it was annoying and Juliet would be able to get through it. Even now the pain was already beginning to fade away and she stood back up to her full height and began to turn herself around.

Whereupon she saw that her opponent was up and atom as well. And currently in position to knock the cheerleaders head off with a kick to the face! Yet Mackenzie made an error, she thought that the low blow would have been enough to turn this match around, to give them the hope that they could win this and that the humiliation they suffered would end once and for all.

She was wrong.

Juliet ducked. The super kick flying over her head while she stepped in close. Standing up the cheerleader would lock the blue twins leg against her shoulder and hold her in place while she glared at her. “Y’know. I think the lesson we can take from all this, is to stop being nice to losers like you. You’ll just never appreciate what we give you. So if you don’t want me to be nice.” she spoke in a chillingly sweet tone, before her knee would suddenly shoot up and slam into Mackenzie’s crotch! “I guess we’ll just have to show you twerps just how mean we can be!” she shouted before she sent another knee to the champs crotch! And then another! And another! All totaling in five knee strikes to Mackenzie’s defenseless sex!