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

At first Mackenzie was elated to overhear Juliet swearing like a sailor over besides the adjacent ropes. One main reason was that, underhanded though it may have been, they'd finally squirreled up some manner of tangible offense against the cheerleading duo and shattered that smug composure and sense of superiority that Jules perfectly utilizes in her psychological warfare. Another reason was that Mackenzie hoped it would pour freezing cold water on this blonde bimbo and dampen any aspirations in further pleasuring the frazzled Bullet Sister. Being pinned in the middle of the ring beneath Jules performing a cheerleader split would still be easier to digest backstage than being shamefully climaxed by these slutty barbie dolls who'd be proven right in mocking the sisters for having the sultry hots for them this while time.

Mack's soaked panties and yearning remembrance for Juliet's warmth and perfumed musk were all evidence in support of that. She was beginning to understand what Nikita went through earlier on, but soldiering through it for an attempted superkick that was dead on arrival. Mack gawking from Juliet's deft counter and ominous lesson learning. As if it were childsplay to handle the fatigued foe, proven thusly as one knee was punted into Mack's sweetspot with gasping trembles. "...you...fuck..." Sympathetic winces from the audiences as this was tacked on four more times as she quivered and hopped upward each time until squirming her captured leg free, the crotch battered sister sinking to her knees in a hazed mindset of agonized embarrassment. Both hands soothing her cooch with dilated eyes and puffed breathes wafted against Juliet's tanned thighs.