The British Bombshells vs Upper Echelon (d)

[winner3]

The two members of Upper Echelon had begun approaching the opposing tag team in tandem. They argued casually like a married couple as they did, evidently refusing to take this match or the British Bombshells seriously. Neither heavyweight expected Holly or Gemma to rise to their feet, much less fight back! The British pair were semi-conscious heaps, both on their plump backsides in the corner when Sandy and Lilliana had last laid eyes on them. A blind woman could tell you that the Bombshells weren't looking so hot. After being slammed around and smothered in the corner, the image of them having been incapacitated by mostly just Sandy was on the forefront of the minds of the Amazon pair. They looked at each other as they spoke and approached the team. And when they were finally within striking distance, Lilliana Antiqua and Sandy White would be astonished by what they were met with!

In the faces of one of the strongest tag teams in the League, Gemma Faraday and Holly Matheson continued to put on display the trait that perhaps kept the fans in their corner - the trait that solidified their place in everyone's hearts as the sympathetic underdogs that they were in this matchup: heart. While the other team was distracted, the pair of Englishwomen found their way to their feet and emerged from their corner! With their pride hurt and their bodies battered, the Britsh Bombshells overcame their hurt morale and their physical limitations! Fans raced to their feet to cheer on this last ditch effort! Chants filled the room as Gemma pulled Holly to her feet and the two charged at Lilliana with everything they could muster! The blows weren't large in number, nor were they as forceful as they would have been if the Air Raid Siren and Matheson were fresher in this match! But their two of them working together more than made up for that! For a solid 10 seconds, they clubbed away. Lilliana recoiled a bit. Evidently, she was caught off guard. She took a step back whilst raising her forearms to block! Then another! And another! The purple haired Titaness began to scowl. Something that the more cool and collected family legacy wasn't known to do!

"Tch" Antiqua scoffed as she tried to mitigate the brunt of the blows. One of Gemma's forearms had hit her square in the chest, prompting the former boxer to guard. The subsequent hits from Holly and Gemma peppered her shoulders and forearms! Though this went on far longer than Lilly had wanted, the red-eyed girl studied the strikes as they came. She'd reach forward and seize the arm that swung at her. Once she grabbed hold of it, Antiqua would stare down at the smaller Gemma with an intimidating glare. She paid no mind to Holly, who was still free to continue clubbing away at her. She did this because once Holly attempted another blow, Sandy, whom the bombshells ignored, was right behind Lilliana the entire time! The Giantess would take great pleasure in intercepting Matheson. White had taken a liking to the smaller, more clumsy member of the Bombshells. Sandy would attempt to seamless grab hold of Holly's arm and pull her in behind ducking and hoisting the brunette brawler onto her shoulders for a Fireman's Carry! As the did this, Lilliana would try to pull Gemma in and grab hold of her messy hair. Antiqua would waste little time. She'd attempt to pull Gemma's skull between her mighty thighs to begin setting her up for a Powerbomb!

"This has gone on long enough..." If all went well for Upper Echelon, Lilliana and Sandy would each set up for their respective finishers. With Holly on Sandy's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry and Lilliana flipping Gemma onto her shoulder in position to powerbomb her, Antiqua announce once more her intention finish off their foes and move onto their next victims in the LAW tag roster! Sandy would attempt to drive Holly into the canvas headfirst with a Death Valley Driver! And Lilliana would attempt to hoist Faraday up above her head to set her up to begin sending her down to the mats with a thunderous crash via a Sitout Last Ride Powerbomb! The two powerhouses would try to show off their stuff and lay out both the Bombshells in tandem to make a statement. Should their move hit, Lilliana would brush their areas of her person where she was struck. The purple-haired barefoot fighter would wear an apathetic expression on her face as she suggested to her partner: "Let's wrap this up with the move we came up with together."

Sandy would nod with a devious smile and reply. "Thought you'd never ask!"

[Luncha_Libre]

Approaching their bickering opponents, the British Bombshells were too weary to worry about why they didn’t meet much resistance in their approach. Some of their more optimistic fans began to cheer, thinking that they were taking advantage of Upper Echelon’s teamwork breaking down. Other, more seasoned fans, realized that the powerhouses simply weren’t worried about them. All the same, Holly and Gemma laid into the pair with as much strength as they were able to muster. Far less than usual, after the pummeling that each had just taken, but far from nothing. They poured their remaining hearts into their strikes, looking to pay Upper Echelon back for all the pain they’d suffered, thus far!

Sweat pouring from their foreheads, Holly and Gemma laid into their opposition for as long as they could. Holly’s back was screaming out in pain, and Gemma’s head was swimming. Both Bombshells were taking a wide stance, teeing off with their full upper bodies behind each blow. They were keeping up on their feet, but only due to keeping their entire willpower bent on it. Each of the Brits’ bodies were screaming at them to lie down, rest and try to recover. Desperation drove them on, however, as well as fear. Both Gemma and Holly were at the end of the line, and they needed desperately to make they this comeback count. The British Bombshells wouldn’t allow themselves to stop, delivering every blow their spent bodies would allow them to. Until, of course, their foes took that choice away from them.

“Hey!” Gemma cried out, when Lilliana grabbed hold of her arm. Gemma hung there, unable to pry her limb free and barely having the strength to try. Fiery, Holly pulled back and looked to deliver another blow herself, only to be stopped cold by Sandy.

“N-no!” Holly gasped, as Sandy hoisted the buxom Brit’s body around and pulled her up onto her shoulders for a fireman’s carry. “Aaah! Noooo!” Holly cried out in protest. Her legs flailed around pitifully up on Sandy’s shoulders, but she couldn’t buck free. The Bombshell could only make her predicament more pathetic, showing off how exhausted and battered she was, exposed ass cheeks bouncing in the air as Sandy carried her effortlessly. Weakly, Holly tried to pound Sandy’s back with her fists, but these blows carried even less weight than her earlier, futile forearm strikes. When Holly spent the last of her strength, her arms flopped lifelessly down. Her body sank into Sandy’s shoulders, Holly’s ample breasts sinking warmly onto Sandy’s shoulder as her legs dangled off the other side. Holly let out a low whine, anticipating the worst of what could happen to her, next.

Gemma, meanwhile, grimaced as Lilliana yanked her head between her thighs. Gemma squirmed from beneath Lilli’s powerful thighs, bum bouncing in the air as her boots stomped the mat. Finally, after what felt to the Brit like forever, Lilliana yanked her up into into the air. Coming to rest with her legs across Lilliana’s shoulders, Gemma realized to her great horror that she was in position for a powerbomb! Gemma shook her head in tearful, terrified protest, mouthing the word ‘no’ over and over again. She held her arms out to keep her balance, unable to summon the strength to try and hit her tormentor and fend this off.

“Wait!” Holly cried out, stomach lurching as Sandy yanked her body up for the Death Valley Driver. “URK!” the beautiful Bombshell grunted, as her head slammed into the ring. Holly’s eyes rolled back in her head at the hard impact, and when Sandy released her body she would flop lifelessly down to her back. Left spread eagle, staring lifelessly up to the ring lights, the only sign of life from Holly’s body was the heaving of her ample chest against her white singlet as she gasped for air, barely clinging to consciousness after that body-rocking impact. At the same time, Gemma let out a loud whimper as she was hoisted up by Lilliana, giving her a nearly trunk-destroying wedgie as a final bit of humiliation before she was splattered down simultaneously by the last ride powerbomb! The ring was rocked by the impact, Gemma’s body bouncing up into the air before flopping lifelessly down! Like her partner, Gemma was left staring up at the arena lights, looking completely dazed. The Bombshells’ fans were crestfallen, knowing that their girls had just been absolutely, finally destroyed. However, it seemed that their suffering wasn’t quite over, yet …

“W-wha …” Holly and Gemma could just barely register what was going on. However, they could hear Lilliana’s suggestion, and knew that they were in for something terrible. Just one of Upper Echelon seemed to be enough to destroy the Bombshells, and now they had a tandem move? Both Holly and Gemma knew that they could easily be folded up and pinned right here and now. Hell, even a single boot, or a finger on their chest, or a sharp glare would be enough to pin them to the mat for the rest of the night. What else could they suffer? Holly winced and groaned as she failed to get herself up. Gemma twitched, unable to do any more than that. Instead, both of the girls reached out, locking hands with one another in solidarity. Tears formed in their eyes, as they awaited whatever horrible fate would befall them next, together.

[winner3]

The sudden burst of vigor valor manifested in the form of one last charge from the British Bombshells! For a good moment there, fans and staff alike were invested! They roared along with the battlin' brits with each forearm they threw! But after several seconds it became all too apparent, all too real that this wasn't a comeback - it was a Swan Song! And they just hadn't realized it at the time! It didn't take long though. After dishing out their respective singles finishers in tandem, Upper Echelon stood tall above the downed, Bombshells. The downed pair had struggled to try and block the attempts. Gemma in particular showed signs of life that might have saved her against lesser foe's or perhaps earlier in the match, but just like her partner, she ultimately ended up bouncing off the canvas before settling down into a sprawled out position, in tears and humiliated by her own powerlessness, by the Upper Echelon on LAW!

"Let's take out this trash." Sandy would say arrogantly and condescendingly whilst dusting her hands off by brushing her palms against each other. The blue-clad heavyweight menace had little trouble popping up to her feet after hitting the Death Valley Driver. Lilliana rose up from sitout position just a moment after her partner. She'd cross her arms under her large bust framing it whilst assuming a more elegant posture and position. "This one is still the legal woman, yes?" She said while squatting down to grab Faraday by the hair. This brought terror to the face of the referee girl. She seemed to dread any direct attention or interaction with the big, bad heel team. The striped-shirt girl had only been trying sheepishly to get the attention of both teams throughout this brief, all-out brawl. The official took a step back in hesitation as Antiqua asked her question. The combination of concern and panic in the ref's body language was all the confirmation she needed. Lilliana would begin forcing a virtually unconscious Gemma up to her feet.

Lilliana would likely experience little difficulty setting Gemma up for her part of Upper Echelon's tag team finisher. The more regal Amazon would bend her opponent over and turn around before hooking her arms under the Air Raid Siren's. It was an elaborate setup, but it would prove necessary if the two were to execute an assisted Vertebreaker/Piledriver combination that Lilliana had dubbed "Utter End".

Meanwhile, Sandy would stand by a floored, teary-eyed Holly. The Giantess would look down at Holly with a mischievous, enticed smile. She'd carefully kick at each Matheson's limbs one at a time, slowly forcing her into a full-on spread eagle position, seemingly to leave her completely unguarded and set up for something that could not be good.

"Be a good girl and keep looking pretty for me." Sandy said slyly through her twisted, delighted facial expression. Within seconds, Lilliana would walk over to Holly. If all went well. She'd have Gemma in tow, and in perfect position to drill her into the canvas with a Vertebreaker. Sandy would help like an upside-down Gemma perfectly such that she was directly over Holly's exposed tummy.

If Upper Echelon maintained their momentum and continued orchestrating a systematic demolition of The British Bombshells, they'd shake the ring one last time by spiking Gemma I'm down directly into her partner to hit their finisher for the first time in a LAW ring and make their statement by bringing this match and their opponents to an Utter End!

[Luncha_Libre]

An uncomfortable hush fell over sections of the audience. The British Bombshells’ fans had been pumped up for a moment, seeing their hopeful heroines spark back to life … only to see that spark snuffed out and the beautiful young Bombshells fall short yet again. With Gemma splattered against the canvas by Lilliana’s Last Ride, and Holly’s brains turned to mush by Sandy’s Brainbuster, the fight was over. Now, it was just up to when Upper Echelon’s sadistic impulses would allow the match to finally end!

Holly and Gemma were each laid out, whimpering at their dominant opponent’s feet. They looked even more pathetic on the canvas, while Sandy and Lilliana posed impressively above their near-lifeless bodies. Holly and Gemma held hands, trying to support each other, while Upper Echelon simply got back to their sadistic work.

“Aaah!” Gemma cried, as Lilliana took a fistful of her white hair and yanked her up. Gemma was limp, dangling in Lilliana’s grip with her arms swaying from side to side. However, the punky Bombshell put up no resistance. “Nngh, no,” Gemma whimpered, as her arms were hooked with Lilliana’s and her body was hoisted up. Gemma got flipped up into the air, her shapely legs swaying in the breeze as her disheveled pigtails hung toward the ring mat. Shaking her head in a desperate, silent plea, Gemma was nonetheless powerless to keep the quiet Amazon from taking full control of her. Boots swaying in the air, ass sticking straight up and her breasts threatening to spill out of her top, Gemma could only wait for the inevitable.

Meanwhile, on the canvas, Holly winced as Sandy turned her attention to her. The buxom Bombshell looked up at her opponent with worry, feeling like prey before a powerful, hungry predator. Holly squirmed a little on the mat as Sandy regarded her coldly. Holly tried to roll up, arching her spine and thrusting her ample bosom forward, straining against her ring gear, as she tried to writhe off the mat. Before she could so much as flop over, however, Sandy was on her, delivering powerful stomps! “Aaaow! Aaargh! Aaaauuugghh!” Holly’s cries were loud and pitiful as Sandy stomped down her every limb, making Holly gasp and pant in utter agony as Sandy punished her already aching body. Each blow made Holly convulse in pain, looking in weak misery as each of her limbs was pounded and rendered immobile, one by one. In the end, Holly’s body lay splayed out, arms extended above her head and her legs spread eagle in front of Sandy. Holly’s face was a mask of sheer misery, tears flowing freely as she considered how completely and utterly Sandy had just dominated her. Being so caught up in her misery, Holly didn’t even see Lilliana bringing Gemma to hang above her vulnerable body …

“OOOH!!” The fans exclaimed, as Gemma was trapped in the tandem finisher and brought slamming down onto Holly’s exposed belly. The buxom posh Bombshell was nearly folded in half by the move, letting out a long, loud moan as Gemma’s head drilled into her! Gemma, meanwhile, had her lights totally and utterly turned off by the move. When Upper Echelon released her, Gemma would flop lifelessly onto her partner, eyes fluttering shut and chest heaving as she gave a final pitiful sigh before losing consciousness. The two Bombshells lay there in the center of the ring, a tangle of bodies that looked like a grisly, far cry from how perky and peppy they were at the start of the match. If there had been any question before, it was settled now- this was the end for the British Bombshells!

[winner3]

An Utter End, as the tag team finisher of Upper Echelon suggested. Sandy and Lilliana left Gemma and Holly laid out like they were a 2 car pileup in the middle of a high-speed intersection. Their bodies once again in a familiar position, supine beneath the feet of the debuting pair of entitled heavyweights! Had this systematic slaughter been carried out with more remorse and professionalism, the sight of the pair of Bombshells stacked on top of each other in a sweaty, worn out, run down heap might have been impressive enough to garner cheers of praise rather than silent, tangible concern. But the heel duo wasn't concerned with earning approval. They had come to make a statement at the Brit's expense, and by now, they most certainly had!

"That's that...." The buxom heiress notes as she got up and crossed her arms under her bust, framing and supporting her sizable cleavage in a way that was somehow every bit as much regal and elegant as it was suggestive.

"Go on, now. You're still the legal woman. And I'm quite through with them." Lilliana continued as she began walking towards the side of the ring closest to the entrance ramp. She'd begin working her way through the ropes to exit the ring. Lady Antiqua bore a bored, yet content expression on her face. As she had suggested previously, she was ready to begin targeting the rest of the tag division.

Sandy, however, was very much in the moment. The blue-clad Giantess adjusted her blue one piece after she rose. Upon being given the go-ahead to finish the match up formally, she flashed a delighted, cocky smile to her tag team partner and then the crowd. The referee was too concerned for her own safety to intervene earlier. When Sandy prompted the official to do her job, she agreed with trembling hesitation.

"You're gonna count this." White ordered in a gruff tone. The Amazon rolled her shoulders in anticipation. She relished in the opportunity to pose victoriously over two women they decimated. Nothing made Sandy's day like a chance to put those she viewed as weak in their place. As her tag partner made her way for the ropes, White bent down to ensure that Faraday and Matheson were oriented just right: stacked on top of each other with Holly, the legal woman on the bottom. With both women on their backs, the Giantess placed her bare foot gently on Gemma's chest. She bent and flexed both her arms as the camera panned out to get Lilliana in the frame. This sight would be one to would remain ingrained in the minds of fans everywhere. The pair of heavyweight amazon heels hadn't even broken a sweat as Sandy looked to finish up their debut strongly by pinning both Brits at the same time! Although White had orchestrated the majority of this beatdown, the sadistic Giantess's smile, posture, and toned, flexed body would lead you to believe she finished a light workout instead of a wrestling match! Had the referee cooperated and counted, and had the pin remain unbroken, she'd keep her feet pressed against Gemma's ample, slumped bust while her team's theme song played. After bringing her arms behind her head and yawning nonchalantly, Lilliana would curl her finger to beckon the cockier, showier wrestlers.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. But I wanna take this one with me." She said as she looked down at an unconscious Holly with ulterior motives written all over her face. Sandy would squat down and show off her strength once more by effortlessly tugging Holly onto her shoulder. The Giantess would try to secure the girl by standing upright. With Holly over her shoulder, she'd begin to exit the ring, bringing her feet up high one at a time to step over the top rope in a way that contrasted Lilliana's exit. Once they were out, Upper Echelon nodded to each other.

"This one's a novice but she's got so much will! So much heart! I'm gonna take her home and find out exactly how much, hahahaha"

"Do as you wish, Sandy. I'll be reading my novels. Try not to get carried away, will you?"

If all went their way in this final stretch, the pair would make off with half of the tag team they had just defeated and their first of many completely dominant victories...

[Luncha_Libre]

The match was clearly over as Upper Echelon hit their ultimate move, the Utter End. Those fans who had cheered for a miraculous British Bombshell comeback had fallen silent, many of them now staring intently and hoping that their favorite girls hadn’t just been horribly injured by such a dominant move!

Holly and Gemma lay in a broken heap as the amazons loomed over them. Many wondered if the duo had ever looked more pitiful, more pathetic, and more utterly defeated. The two women’s bodies were stacked up, with Gemma sinking into Holly’s curves. Both of them were sweaty, their hair and makeup a mess, looking more like they’d been hit by a truck than another tag team. The fans had seen the British Bombshells beaten more times than they cared to count. Tonight, however, they looked like they had been destroyed.

Gemma didn’t even flinch as Sandy’s boot crushed her breast. Timidly, the referee came down to count “ONE, TWO, THREE,” with a quickness that seemed merciful. It was a formality anyway, however. She could have counted past twenty before either of the British girls could move a muscle. Instead, they lay there beneath Sandy’s effortless pin, both British Bombshells together clearly not strong enough to overcome Sandy alone, let alone with her partner standing tall and unbothered in the background. They looked cool, casual, collected … while the British Bombshells were ground to dirt beneath their heels. The image, which would circulate amongst the fans for months from now, sent a clear message to the forming LAW tag team division: Upper Echelon had arrived, and they were here to dominate!

Of course, all of this came at the expense of the British Bombshells. Gemma let out a low whimper as she heard Upper Echelon’s music play, her body still being treated like dirt beneath Sandy’s heel as she posed victoriously over the defeated team. Later that night, Gemma would think back and be lost in humiliation at how utterly useless both she and Holly had been, tonight. When she watched the tapes, she’d see her and her partner getting destroyed like absolute rookies and wonder how it could have all gone so wrong. Holly’s night, however, was going to be even worse.

Holly’s limp body put up no resistance as Sandy hoisted her up. Fans gasped as they saw Sandy claim Holly as her own, despite this not being a POW match, pulling the poor woman up and hoisting her over her shoulder without effort. Normally, after a match, Holly would head home for some post-defeat commiseration with her boyfriend. Tonight, however, it seemed he would be spending the night alone, and Holly was in for something else entirely. Tonight, Holly Matheson’s much-coveted body belonged entirely to Sandy White. Holly’s generous bust swelled against Sandy’s body as her long hair and limp limbs swayed side to side, as Sandy carried her out as her trophy. Holly moaned as the ring and her partner got further and further away, her body still bouncing on Sandy’s shoulder. Holly might show some more of that ‘heart’ and ‘will’ later tonight, but there was no way she could fend off whatever Sandy had planned, in her sadistic head. The fans would speculate wildly in the arena and online about what fate was in store for Holly tonight, but there was one thing for certain: there seemed to be a price for being weak in the same ring as Upper Echelon! And tonight, poor Holly was going to be paying that price in spades!

WINNERS: Upper Echelon via pinfall