SYNDIKATED: b&P MATCH

[Patty O'Green 0]

If you'll pardon me, I have masturbating to attend to.

 

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Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our OAOAST World Tag Title Bra and Panties match!

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“YEAAAAA!”[/color][/b]

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In order to win a team must strip both their opponents to their bra and panties! Now let's meet the challengers.

[i]Date with the Night[/i] kicks in for what may be the first time in ages. But through the entrance doors comes not Jade Rodez, but eternal spotlight hogs, Simon Singleton and Ned Blanchard. Fresh off their questionable victory from early tonight, the two boast Cheshire cat grins that aren't warmly received by the sold out audience. Ned, outfitted in a yellow and green polka dot suit, points to the part of his waist where his championship would normally rest, and screams “Still the champ, baby!” to the fans. Simon stands at his side, popping the collar of his bright orange silk shirt. The ever present Siclopse is being maintained by unpaid intern Molly Nerdly, who sports a green polo shirt and perfectly ironed khaki pants.

COLE
The Enterprise took their cheating to new and despicable lows earlier tonight, working to steal the six man titles from Leon Rodez and D*LUX. And as we see Ned, Simon and Molly come down for a match they're not even involved in, I think it's safe to say the tag titles, and by extension, Thursday's scramble cage match are definitely in jeopardy. 

Standing atop the entrance way with arms raised in worship towards the arriving competitor, the three blonds herald the emergence of Jade Rodez. As green and gold lights bounce across the venue, the much maligned young lady dips her feet into an ocean of hatred and disgust. Beyond a twisting curl of strawberry blonde hair lies a look arctic indifference, greatly contrasting the cries of praise heaped upon her by her teammates. The tight, form fitting pink tracksuit she wears, twists and turns with each contour of her comely body, as she stoically marches towards the ring. Her assistants in her quest for championship gold trail behind her, never once ceasing their words of encouragement.

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First from Grand Rapids, Michigan, being accompanied by Ned Blanchard, Simon Singleton, and Molly Nerdly, weighing in at one hundred forty pounds, she is Jade Rodez!

COLE
Gotta say Jade Rodez didn't look all that confident heading into this match, but one look at her face and you'd never know it. She's an ice woman, and she'll need to be considering that her opponents are three time tag team champions, and her former best friends. Moneymaker has waged a war against homosexuals, and Jade is just his latest weapon.

The announcement of her name is not warmly welcomed by the Londoners. However if that bothers  Jade her apathetic expression certainly doesn't show it. Nor does the lazy, almost uncaring way she enters the ring and begins stretching against the ropes. The rest of The Enterprise positions themselves on the outside, applauding their associate. 

COLE
As Moneymaker told us earlier tonight, this match will have a definite affect on the Scramble Cage match this Thursday. That is to say if Jade and Mackenzie win the Cage match is off, and an arrangement will be worked out with the HI-YAH tag team champions.

The punk meets disco aura of Blondie's Call Me fills the night sky for the second time this evening. The reception for this instance's wrestler is slightly kinder then the one received by the Beverly Hills Blonds. As the powerhouse drumming booms along with a strobe of pink, orange, and red lights, images of Mackenzie DeCenzo's various business triumphs decorate the Synditron. But once the entrance doors part, it becomes apparent Mackenzie's isn't wearing anything fit for the board room! Her limber figure stands behind a wall of leather; black leather pants highlighted by a design of scorpion, and a button up short sleeve leather vest that hangs tightly over her desirable chest. Her hands flick through the elegantly curled heaping of her bleached hair as she journeys down the ramp.

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And her partner, from Beverly Hills, California, by way of Princeton, New Jersey, she is a former 24/7 champion, and the chief financial officer of The Enterprise, she is MACKENZIE DECENZO!

Mackenzie projects a graceful smile into the peering camera, then proceeds to skip down the ramp. Inadvertently her eyes gaze towards the more attractive women in the stands, a fact that certainly doesn't bode well when one figures her opponents are two of the most gorgeous women on television. 

COACH
Cold blooded! Moneymaker a straight G, making Mackenzie enter by herself! But yo, if he don't want her working for him, I got a couple positions I could use her in. Naw mean?

COLE
You touched on a good point, this tag title match is going to be one hell of a test of Mackenzie's loyalty. Will she push The Enterprise's goal, or will she seek the freedom of Alix and Krista's lesbian lifestyle?

Mackenzie slides into the ring, where she's greeted with an awkward nod from her disinterested partner. The other Enterprise's members, barely offer her passing glance, too concerned with making sure the Siclopse is properly set up.

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]"C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D!"[/color][/font] the audience now sings.

Almost if on cue the opening spiel of [i]Girlfriend[/i] blasts into London

[i][font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]Hey, hey, you, you 
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way, no way!
I think you need a new one 
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend!
[/color][/font][/i]

The infectious bounce that characterizes Avril Lavigne's top 40 track [i]Girlfriend[/i] fills the arena with peppy brilliance, and draws a gargantuan amount of cheers from the now standing audience. As [color="#FF00FF"][b]pink[/b][/color] lights flicker illumination at the entrance stage, chants of “C-O-D” are already the order of the day for many fans. A [color="#FF00FF"][b]pink[/b][/color] pyro waterfall rains from the ceiling, connecting with a [b][color="#FF0000"]red[/color][/b] pyro fountain, both beautiful displays sprinkling the entrance way with shimmering sparks. Once the pairing subsides, a [b][color="#FFFF00"]golden[/color][/b] pyro wall engulfs the stage with it's tremendous size, leaving behind a thick haze of simmering smoke in it's wake. Through the build up of smoke appears the gorgeous image of Krista Isadora Duncan. The viscous vixen is attired much differently then usual, high heeled legs that are typically roam free from a mini skirt, are now shielded behind diamond encrusted leather pants, and her splendid upper body fills out green tye up t-shirt. Alix, in casual prep attire of heavily flared A&F jeans, and a pink and white stripe polo shirt, bounces from the entry doors, whipping the raucous crowd into further frenzy!

COLE
These London fans are on their feet for COD!

COACH
Even the ones who are sitting down are standing up! Myself included. And speaking of standing up, you need to stand up and salute Mister Moneymaker for bringing us our first ever tag title bra and panties match!

Krista uses her strong arm as an impassable obstacle, halting Alix in her tracks. With Alix temporally subdued, Krista brings her hands over Ally's head and gently slides her warm touch down her back, before vigorously thrusting her saucy girlfriend into her arms. Giggling at Krista's show of affection, Ally turns over her shoulders, brushes a strand of her brown locks out her face, and tosses a bewitching kiss to the camera. Cute super imposed [color="#FF0000"][b]red[/b][/color] lips to pop on the screen.

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And the champions....

“C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D!”

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.....first, from Los Angeles, California, she is two time twenty four seven champion, the CEO of Mrs.Spezia's sweeties, The Hollywood Bad Girl, ALIX MARIA SPEZIA! And her partner, from Los Angeles, California, she is a best selling author, a fitness queen, and star of the world famous FIT with KID line of exercise videos, she is Miss California Krista Isaodra Duncan! Together they are three time OAOAST world tag team champions, America's Sweethearts, and Hollywood “It” Girls, Chicks Over Dicks! 

COACH
Get up, Cole! Get up you damn ingrate! Get up and offer thanks to our lord, our king, Mister Moneymaker. Because of him we will now behold the hottest, sexiest match in OAOAST history! Get up and praise, Mister Moneymaker! He has earned his place with the gods! I, Coach, declare Mister Moneymaker, a deity! An epic revolutionary of sports entertainment, and a paragon of American morality. Tonight, Cole, tonight, Moneymaker begins his conquest of the universe. 

COLE
What are you talking about? It's the four women who are fighting!

COACH
But Theodore Moneymaker orchestrated the brilliance, as only a God can! He aligned the heavens, and he will send the lesbians to hell. But not before they get naked and makeout.

Hands joined in loving matrimony, Ally and Krista skip down the ramp. Alix waves and tosses appreciative kisses towards her legion of loving fans, while Krista simply twirls her hair around her finger, and stages a smile of devilishly charming arrogance.

COACH
My word, Cole, what a humble, humble, god, our lord, Mister Moneymaker is! What wonderous gifts he gives us unworthy mortals!

COLE
I'm the gay guy and even I think you sound wild homo. You act like you'd rather see him in his underwear then Alix and Krista

Alix positions herself on the ring apron, while Krista slides into the ring. The houselights go up and the match seems ready to get underway

COLE
This isn't your typical wrestling match, so COD's advantage isn't quite as strong. Jade and Mackenzie just need to get them into positions where they can get rid of their clothing.

[b]DING DING DING[/B]

The contest begins with Krista squaring off against Jade. Or a highly reluctant Jade. Given that she spent the better part of the past two years worshiping the ground Krista walked on, only to turn around and align with the Antichrist without a hint of explanation, Jade isn't exactly sure how to gage Krista's rage-o-meter. The cool smirk on her face, certainly doesn't make it any easier.  Thus all Jade can do is meet Krista for a very tentative lockup. Miraculously, Jade is able to snatch Krista into a hammer lock. Stunned by her achievement, J-Ro mouthes words of congratulations to herself. Unfortunately the self satisfied distraction weakens the grip, and allows Miss California to easily escape the hold. Krista's bubblegum pink lips shoot a condescending smile towards the now vexed Jade Rodez.

“LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!”

Despite her exacerbation with Krista's glee, the teenager only meekly steps into another lockup. Unfortunately, she simply gets fireman carried for her efforts. As the Englanders applaud her defeat, Jade's ill temper grows worse, and she rips her body off the mat to offer a more vehement challenge Krista. However, the SoCal queen easily counters her effort by grabbing onto her pink tracksuit and flipping her over with another fireman's carry.

COLE
You don't see too many fireman's carries in these types of matches, Coach

COACH
And I hope we don't see any more! I didn't pay to see the moves of the nineteen eighties, I paid to see half naked women, Cole.

COLE
I don't think you [i]paid[/i] to see anything!

“Let's hear it for Jade!” Krista shouts in mock encouragement.

“SHE HAS GONOHRREHA! SHE HAS GONOHRREHA!” the Londoners sing back.

“Alrighty, let's hear it for a little less information next time” Krista replies.

The rage inside Jade builds to an unstoppable crescendo, and her Nike Air Max's carry her forward in a boiling fury. Yet, her assault is quickly grounded to a halt by a third fireman's carry. The second Jade's limber figure hits the canvas, the audience resumes chanting Krista's name. This does not sit well with Jade, and facial features form a disgusted frown.

COACH
Enough of the “How to wrestle” instructional tapes! Let's get down to pimpin!

Heeding Coach's advice, Krista grabs onto Jade's bleach blond hair and drags her off the mat. She grins devilishly as her hands eagerly rove across the velor fabric of Jade's track suit. But before Krista can even attempt to free Jade's melons from their tight constraints, her former protege begins rifling punches into her midsection. The impact of the blows is fierce enough that it forces Krissy to cease her assault on Jade's clothing. The sullen diva acts quick, and hooks her foe into a front face lock in preparation for a DDT. But that move never comes to pass, thanks to Krissy effortlessly countering her into a northern lights suplex! J-Ro lands in whimpering, pink,and blonde heap. But her misery doesn't there; Krista rolls through the move, bringing Jade back to her feet. Fortunately for Jade, Miss California doesn't use a second northern lights suplex. Unfortunately for Jade, Krista's fingers claw at her pants with a ferocious craving. The audience (and Ned) emits a shout of excitement, as the slightest hint of the raspberry colored Brazllian cut panties that frame Jade's lean ass is finally given. Red in the face in sheer embarrassment, Jade demands her Enterprise mates come and rescue her.

“I hall save thee! Viva La Singleton!” Simon declares, shortly before Ned gives him a sneaky little shove to the ground. 

COLE
Ned just tripped his own partner, who was going to go help his own stable mate!

COACH
Simon tripped! The man has trouble with balance, he's got aspergers syndrome.

Realizing that her rescue ship sunk before it left the dock, Jade is left to mount her own frantic defense. She digs into Krista's flashy t-shirt, and tugs with a herculean effort. The Londoners cheers magnify at the possibility of seeing Krista's bodacious mammaries in addition to Jade's tush.

COLE
Krista's shirt is by Topless Californian, and we're about to see a topless Californian if Jade has her way!

Actually, Jade doesn't have her way, as Krista destroys the steamy flesh tease by dropping Jade into a lion tamer. The nineteen year old  bellows terrible cries of pain, as the pain instantly shoots through her back. Krista feels enough of a soft spot for her old friend to ease up on the hold. Seconds later, she's forced to relinquish the move altogether, when she spots the bothersome Singleton on the ring apron. With two great strides of her long legs, Krista ventures towards Si's location and feels him with a single slap! Si topples to the floor, where his booming thud is met with chants of,

[b][color="#4169E1"][font="Comic Sans MS"]YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED! YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED![/font][/color][/b]

Molly takes umbrage to Krissy's actions, “You can't do that to Simon! He's a pillar of the community!”

“Ha! And you must've done a pillar of crack to actually think that!”

The blonde beauty leaves Molly to seethe on the outside, and returns her focus towards her in ring rival.  However, Jade used the distraction provided by Molly and Simon, to recover her strength, and stuns the Hollywood covergirl with a spear. Though the blow was delivered with great speed, it did little in the way of damage to Krissy, and she hastily attempts to scramble to her feet. Yet, the severe grip Jade applies on her sun streaked locks keeps her grounded, and she's drawn into a world of pain when the youngster begins slamming her face into the sweat stained canvas. 

[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF8C00"]"LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA! LET'S GO KRISTA!"[/color][/font] the fans sing, led on by Alix.

The repugnant odor of the mat coupled with the harshness of Jade's attacks harms Krista greatly, and her wearied face is thrown into a fit of coughing. A chill settles over Jade's mind, as she watches her ex-mentor struggle horribly to hang onto her fleeting air. Smirking coldly, J-Ro steps forward and implants her Nike tennis shoe into Krista's midsection. A heartwrenching wail of pain leaves Krissy's lips, and broadens the smile of Jade's deep red ones. Now seeking to repay Krista's for the earlier embarrassment she struck her with, Jade's hand journey towards the back laces of Krista's top. She summons a savage growl, as she tugs on the top string, stretching the thin fabric well beyond it's tolerance. The capacity crowd is roused into raucous cheers simply by the emerging sight of Krissy's sculpted abs. The fitness queen tries to make certain that's the only of thing of her's that's getting shown, violently rebelling against Jade's invasive grip. But the Grand Rapids native emphatically magnifies her efforts, and more and more of Miss California's kissable skin is exposed, much to the delight of the fans and Mackenzie. 

COACH
Check it out!

Trapped within Jade's merciless whims, Krista arches backwards to hinder her relentless mauling. What fabric that isn't hanging in shreds, stretches taut into her sides. Her holstered breasts fight for freedom from the constraining ill-fitting top, leading a squeal of discomfort to spill from Krista's mouth. She mounts a mammoth struggle to break free of Jade's bonds, but her fiery foe continues tugging. Finally, Krista exerts a last ditch effort, and simply implants her high heel shoe into Jade's forehead.

Cursed by an enormous headache, Jade painfully staggers away from her victim. Her teary eyes impair her vision, and force to stumble into mischievous domain of Alix Spezia.  Ally is quick to make good on that promise of mischief, grabbing Jade's track jacket and gingerly tugging it onto her head. With the shirt mashed against her bleached hair, wide tear soaked eyes, and expression of manic anguish, Jade appears like Beavis in his Great Hornholio routine. Of course this isn't lost on the mocking Alix,

“I am Cornholio! I need T-P for my Bunghole! You will give me TP, bungholio! Are you threatening me? My people need holio!”

While Jade doesn't have any “holio” or “T-P” she does have the slightly more annoying problem of Krista whipping her towards a vacant corner. Jade's back smacks against the steel padding, but she has little time lament her fate, given that the beach babe is darting towards her with a body splash. Thankfully for The Enterprise, Jade uses her basic wrestling ability to evade the incoming covergirl. She positions her self atop the second turnbuckle, and as Krista nears, she dives forward with a sunset flip! With Krista stunned by the sudden shift in positions, Jade immediately sets herself to the task of ridding her of her pants.  Eyes flaming with wild hunger, Jade restlessly tries to dig through the rhinestone encrusted fabric. Her efforts yield a scintillating glimpse of the sparkling black panties that are scarcely large enough to be considered a necklace.  But the audience is treated to no more then that, as Krista uses her superior strength to power away from Jade. 

Both ladies rush to their feet at the same moment, but it's Jade who strikes first, lobbing a lariat towards her foe. Yet even with half her ass hanging out, Krista is able to summon enough speed to duck bellow the incoming missile. Jade clumsily teeters forward as a result of the avoidance, but composes herself quickly enough to unleash a discus lariat. Unfortunately the strike is savagely snuffed out by an enziguri from the former beauty queen. The crowd responds to the attack with a sizable pop, not so much because they've been dying to see an enziguri, but because the abrupt motion of the strike jerked down Krista pants to reveal even more of her lusty BUTT.

Overcome by frustration at not being able to best her ex-friend, Jade smacks the canvas in...uh...frustration. The Brits aren't sympathetic to her plight, and greet her anger with a chorus of jeers and taunts. This only serves to further her annoyance, and she continues pounding the canvas. Unlike, the spectators, Krista feels a pang of pity for Jade, and decides to lend her a hand.

“If you want something done right...have Krista do it” she comments, shooting Jade a smile of  superior victory. She reaches behind for the clasp of her t-shirt, arching her back out and causing her enormous tits to jut out to the incredible glee of the fans. With a single swipe of her hand, the tattered shirt flutters away from her chest, unveiling her massive tits, encased in a very sexy, lacy black bra. The bra lifts her already perky breasts and pushes them together forming an impossibly deep cleavage where the ample flesh of her upper breasts welled up against each other. The skimpy bra is magnificently low cut affording an wonderful amount of bronze flesh for the cheering audience to feast their hungry gazes upon. On the ring apron, Makcenzie fans herself in effort to keep from fainting. Back in the ring, Jade's inability to accomplish what Krista did in two seconds, causes her to tailspin into another temper tantrum.

COLE
Krista just took off her own top, setting her team at a disadvantage!

COACH
I'd drop the full thirty thousand G's to get the sex change to hit that! No homo. 

While the London chapter of the Gay and Lesbian education network hoots and hollers, Krista  melons sway and bounce in stunning display as she ventures towards her corner. A tag is made with the fully clothed Alix Speiza, and the the roar of the crowd expands exponentially. Fixing a frost bitten stare upon her former friend, Jade tries to gain the upper hand by clubbing Ally as she enters the ring. But Ally is much too quick for her foe, and blocks the strike with a back elbow. Clutching her burning face, Jade teeters into the ropes, where she pleads for help from her mind numbingly terrible Enterprise mates. Once again it's Simon who dutifully answers the call to arms, returning to the ring apron to wage war with COD. With casual grace, Alix simply grabs onto his rat's nest of hair and roughly begins hauling him over the ropes! As the Hollywood Bad Girl begins yanking out more and more of his hair extensions, his screams become more pronounced, leading Molly and Ned to lend him assistance.  

“YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I ATTENDED A SEMESTER OF COMMUNITY COLLEGE!” Simon bellows.

Molly and Ned latch onto his khaki pants and a grandiose game of tug of war ensues. As Simon is pulled every which way by friend and foe alike, he's debased into a sobbing wreck. Eventually the combined power of Molly and Ned is enough to win Simon his release. Unfortunately the combined power of Molly and Ned is also enough to yank off his pants, revealing his Kim Possibile(!!) [color="#9932CC"][b]panties[/b][/color] to the world. Even the male members of the London chapter of the Gay and Lesbian Education Network can't helped but be repulsed by the horrific sight, because man, Simon ain't all that good looking a dude. Yes homo.

Sitting in shock, Molly wonders, “Uh, sir, far be it for me to question your glorious wisdom, but uh....”

“Why the hell are you wearing panties, numbnuts?!” Ned shouts.

“Because it's a bra and panties match. Obviously.”

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Meanwhile, Jade tries to ignore the terrible fact that she's being assisted by the worst incompetents money can buy. She latches onto Ally's leather bracelet covered wrist, and attempts to haul her into the ropes. But the brunette hottie reverses the hold with unerring ease, and it's J-Ro that's send hurtling into the cables. Upon Jade's return, Ally's ADIDAS tennis shoes flash towards her with a lethal superkick. But Miss Rodez evades the move by sweeping bellow Alix's fast approaching foot. Rather then continue a run to the ropes, the Michigander comes to a full stop. She whirls around, and ambushes Alix with a surprise side headlock.  While Ally's fabulous brown locks spill across her arm, Jade nods her frowning face towards the corner. She then breaks into a full charge, seeking to obliterate Alix with a Stratusfaction. But, right as Jade nears the ring posts, the SoCal honey latches onto her waistband and violently heaves her into the turnbuckles! To the mammoth pleasure of the capacity crowd, the youngster is crotched on the steel ring posts! 

[b][color="#8B0000"]“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”[/color][/b]

Pain is written across the countenance of Jade Rodez, and her agonized screams fill the British air. Unfortunately, the pain simply grows more harrowing, as Alix bends her backwards into a tree of woe position, and begins rifling a hellstorm of stomps into her stomach. Jade puts forth every effort to fight past the strikes, but they fall with such ferocity that there's little she can do but whimper and complain. Finally Alix ceases  her stomp fest. But there's no reprieve for J-Ro, as the culinary sensation attacks her shirt with alarming barbarity. Again, Jade tries to fight back but there's  little she can do against Alix's power, and the track jacket discarded with little difficulty. The fans' eyes almost explode from their skull as they take in the fantastic image of Jade's firm rack in the sexy white sports bra. The way the bra barely contains her magnificent tits, and the way her hard nipples poked through the sheer fabric, spread thrills throughout the deepest recesses of their hungry minds. Alix earns further cheers by taking the top, stuffing it between her legs and riding it across the ring like a horse! 

[color="#FF0000"][font="Arial Black"]ALIX! ALIX! ALIX![/font][/color]

Jade isn't exactly thrilled that Alix's actions have made it so that her breasts seem in mortal danger of spilling out her delicate top, and she shoots daggers towards her once good friend. Alix simply shrugs and says “ Jade, possessions are fleeting, but the knowledge that men around the globe masturbating to you will remain in your heart forever.”

Ally's helpful advice doesn't do much to alleviate Jade's annoyance , and once The Enterprise gal composes herself, she stands up to gain vengeance on her enemy. Miss Rodez and her gravity-defying breasts, zoom towards Alix with the intention of mowing her down with a lariat. But Ally handily avoids the strike, latching onto Jade's bright yellow hair and using it as a catapult to toss over the ropes! Thanks to blind luck alone, Jade somehow manages to land with her feet on the apron. She quickly recovers from the harrowing shock of nearly being splattered onto the mats, and scampers onto the ring apron. When Alix moves to shove her from her perch, Jade acts face and slices a shoulder block into her midsection. The shot leaves Alix doubled over and wheezing, a perfect position for Jade to take advantage of. She grabs a clump of Ally's curled hair, then leaps backwards, taking herself off the ring apron and to the outside mats. The result of this is Alix's throat being lacerated against the harsh cables. The fans cheer, not because they've turned on Alix, but because Jade's bouncy little (or big) fellas continue to fight for sweet glorious freedom from her undersized bra. Uh, not that that even matters! What does matter is that Alix has made a speedy recovery from Jade's cheapshot, and strikes her former “Second Best Friend Forever” with a baseball slide dropkick.  Jade is flung backwards, and her impeccably rounded breasts further squeak through the flimsy bra. While the crowd marvels at the jacktastic sight, The Hollywood Bad Girl follows Jade to the outside. This prompts Molly to tell Ned,

“I really think you should be doing something.”

“I'm not paying you to think.”

“I'm an [i]unpaid[/i] intern, sir.”

Grumbling something about smart mouth Canadians, Ned gives into Molly's request, and goes to assist Jade. Problematically, he doesn't get very far as he trips and falls flat on his face. His wounded face turns towards a confused Mackenzie, and explains that he tripped over his shoelaces.

He's wearing sandals.

With no help on the horizon, the detested heel does the only logical thing, [b][color="#FF0000"]RUN LIKE HELL[/color][/b]! The fans despise this act of cowardice mainly because Jade has the audacity to cover up her heaving pleasure mounds, dashing the dreams of chronic masturbators everywhere. Alix gives chase, inexplicably laughing like Elmer Fudd as she does so. J-Ro weaves past an array of camera man, who seek to capture her moment of topless humiliation and dives into the ring. As Alix stalks her trail, her worry struck eyes look towards the nearest exit. Unfortunately for her it happens to be fiercely guarded by one Krista Isaodra Duncan.

“C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D!” the audience bleats.

With all methods of escape blocked off, and her tag team partner, and allies turning more useless by the nanosecond, Jade is forced to stand and fight. She rifles a knife chop towards her adversary. But given that she's more concerned with keeping her boobs from bursting through her bra, then doing any real damage, the strike is delivered with very little force. Thus Ally catches onto the attacking arm and punishes her with the [color="#4169E1"][b]True Life: I just got beat up by a girl[/b][/color] (STO). Jade's bra suddenly becomes the least of her worries, as a flash of blue hot pain spreads through her body.

In celebration of her signature spot Alix chants “We're here, we're queer, we're gonna get up and cheer!

“ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!”

“Straight people, it's okay, you can cheer to!”

[color="#FF0000"][font="Arial Black"]ALIX! ALIX! ALIX![/font][/color]

Ally positions herself above Jade, and lets her hands alluringly explore the curled tresses of her brown hair, as the beautiful picture of her writhing and gyrating body sensually seduces the audience into an orgasmic trance. Unfortunately all this taunting has granted Jade the time she needs to recover. Too Alix's amazement, Jade laces her legs around Alix's arms, then clamps down onto her super flared Abercrombie jeans. Jade uses the binds she has on Alix to suck the tag champion into a rollup! Somewhere Moneymaker is going into cardiac arrest, thanks to the fact that the move causes Alix's face to be lost within the perfection of Jade's crotch! 

[b]“YEAAAAA!”[/b]

COLE
Oh my!

“Ewww, Jade. There's this new invention called the shower, you should take one someday!”

Having Alix at her mercy, arouses the primal fires in Jade. With inhuman ferocity she plows through the jeans to reach the beautiful BUTT that yearns to be free of it's denim restraints. Just the thought of getting to see Alix's scrumptious BUTT delves the crowd into a state of aroused frenzy. As she feels a cool breeze kiss the skin of her now exposed tush, Ally pleads with her old friend. 

“Hey, I was only kidding about the shower thing! It's great down here! Yum, yum, part of a balanced breakfast.” 

Alix's ass kissing (vagina kissing?) fails to achieve it's intended goal, and thankfully for the fans, the topless Jade continues her maniacal attempt on Alix's three hundred dollar jeans. With demonic determination, Jade wrenches Alix's pants further down her silken legs, finally rewarding the audience with the holy grail of the B&P match: Alix's phenomenally juicy ass, and it's gorgeous cheeks framed by a meager lace thong. The hellish battle to prevent Jade from whisking away her clothes, has the unintended side effect of causing Alix golden brown orbs, and Jade's bursting hooters to jiggle and jounce their way into masturbation hall of fame. The audience rocks the arena to it's very foundation with enthralled cheers, while Jade finally yanks the clunky jeans past Alix's tennis shoes!

COACH
That broad is serious, god damn!

COLE
I'll tell you what else is serious, Jade and Mackenzie are in the lead!

Jade dismounts Alix, and slams the jeans onto the canvas in an act of rebellious triumph. A self congratulatory smile takes hold of her blood red lips, as the audience now stains her with hatred. Alix sits on her knees, shoes pressed into the lusted after steamy ass cheek, breathing heavy from having been lost within the valley of Jade's crotch. Grand Rapids most famous daughter can't help but rub salt into Ally's wound, and steals one of her favorite moves,

[IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/HaydenPanettiere_BringItOn.gif]

Pleased with her victory over her constant failures, Jade figures she's worked hard enough, and applies a tag to Mackenzie DeCenzo. Amidst the murmur of anticipation from the sold out audience, comes Mackenzie's reluctant cries of “No.” Jade doesn't bother listening to her qualms, instead stepping out onto the ring apron, and coldly ordering her into the match. Mackenzie's aversion refuses to subside, and she adamantly protests the tag. 

COLE
This is supposed to be a test of loyalty for Mackenzie, but she's not looking terribly loyal right now!

Ned screams these words of “encouragement” to Mackenzie, “Think about life without The Enterprise! Mid sized sedans, possibly even used, a townhouse in a suburb of [i]Baltimore[/i], not DC but Baltimore, eating out at chain restaurants, or even worse having to do your own grocery shopping!” 

I'm going to have to assume it was the thought of living near Baltimore that did it, because for whatever reason Mackenzie finally steps into the squared circle. Alix's dour mood improves drastically, at the sight of the leather cover Mackenzie, and her warm smile welcomes DeCenzo towards the ring.

COLE
Mackenzie and Alix had a brief run in for the 24/7 title early last year, but things have been pretty good between them lately. And things are about to get pretty hot between them now!

Despite being overjoyed at seeing Mackenzie, Alix doesn't exactly roll out the welcome mat for her, instead spearing her to the canvas the second the valet takes her first steps. Flustered by the sudden attack, Mackenize quickly scampers upright, only to find the playful Miss Spezia swinging a knife edge chop her way. With cat-like quickness, Mackenzie offers her left hand in defense, and uses her right to grab hold of Alix's free hand. She then attempts to launch Alix into the nearby cables with an Irish whip. But the SoCal sex kitten's superior wrestling ability reverses DeCenzo's move. Rather then send her into the ropes, the thong bound Alix roughly drags her to the canvas with a short arm spear.  Again, Mackie makes an attempt to scurry upright, but Ally dives onto her, locking her into place. 

COACH
And now it gets hot Cole!

The buxom brunette's tone legs slither against Mackenzie's lithe figure, electrifying them both with an erotic charge. Mackie emits a wall shaking moan, as Alix's oiled flesh wantonly massages her curvy body.  The warm skin is flush with desire and inflames Mackenzie's feral instincts.  So enraptured by Alix's touch, Mackenzie's offers scant resistance towards the sultry vixen's bid for her top. She simply purrs in exultant release, as Alix's finger tips work their way up the rigid outlines of her stomach muscles. Soon Alix's delicate hands seize the buttons on her shirt, and tweak them apart. Sharp bolts of pleasurable pain smash into Mackenzie's head, as Alix's dominant fingers pump through submissive chings. The piece of fabric finally comes free, and flitters to the wayside. Two beautifully rounded breast bounce heavily into place, plump knockers that jostle against each other and shine with a wet gleam of perspiration. As the fans burst into an outpouring of cheers for the latest showing of skin, Alix gazes longingly at Mackenzie's unnaturally gorgeous body. 

“Hmm. That was easy.” Alix comments.

A sly predatory look falls over Alix's visage, and she shimmers down Mackenzie's feet, to free her majestic legs of the far too constraining leather pants. A thunderous scream of excitement speeds through the stands once Alix bends over and affords the audience with a cameltoelishcous view of her luscious g-string cald ass. She tugs onto the rhinestone waistband, showcasing the faintest glimpse of Mackenzie's shimmering panty framed BUTT cheeks. But, before the home viewing audience can be given reason to make a mad dash for the bottle of Johnson and Johnson, Mackenzie snaps out of the erotic stupor Alix lulled her to, and viciously begins fighting back against her aggressor.

COACH
I guess Mackenzie just realized the value of not spending the rest of her life living in a cardboard box. I love a good cat fight!

Her manicured hands curl around Alix's streaming locks, and promptly yank on them as though they were weeds to be torn from the dirt. The Hollywood Bad Girl is shocked into shouts of discomfort by Mackenzie's actions.

COLE
I thought Mackenzie...

COACH
Hey, I'm sure she does have a crush on Alix and Krista, but puppy love can't pay the light bills, baby. Now sit back and think of ponies or Usher, or R.Kelly, or whatever it is you think about at smoking hot moments like this.

Summoning a tone of steely rage, Alix slashes her talons through Mackenzie's platinum strands. As the women fight fire with fire, the crowd remains red hot, thanks to Alix's nearly bare BUTT and Mackenzie's enhanced rack, bouncing and swaying with each tousle and struggle. On the outside Ned implores Molly to capture this on the Siclopse, but she maintains that they're creative efforts would be better served exploring the Natterjack Toad's sexual habits as it relates to the stages of the moon on days of increased bio hazardous health warnings.

In order to assist Mackenzie in her lopside war with the champ, [b]Jade[/b] darts into the ring, and kicks Alix in the BUTT. The sudden shot takes Ally off balance, which allows Mackenzie to capture her into a school girl. 

“LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX! LET'S GO ALIX!”

Pleased with her trickery, Jade quickly departs the ring. And wisely so, as Krissy seems remarkably eager to get a piece of her. While referee Clem Buzzlefoxer, tries to clam Krista down, Mackenzie works to take advantage of the assistance her team mate offered her. Unfortunately, Mackenzie is a slave to her sexual desires, and instead of pillaging Alix's polo shirt, her watering mouth greedily directs her hands towards the spicy Latina's underwear. Her carnal lust screams towards epic proportions, as her hands peel away the lone barrier that blocks her from the goldmine of Alix's mouth watering thighs  Embarrassment worms onto Alix's face, and she squeaks while trying to prevent herself from falling prey to Mackenzie's fleshy yearnings.

COACH
There's nothing under there! Go Mackenzie! Go!

COLE
How is trying to take off a lesbian's underwear proving her loyalty towards her homophobic boss?

Robbing the midnight chokers of a perfectly good fantasy, Ally powerfully kicks out of Mackie's clutches. However she isn't quite free of Mackenzie's inflamed passion, and The Enterprise's personnel director makes a desperate lunge for her lean body. Ally counters Mackenzie's efforts by leaping onto the second rope and spring boarding back with a Thez Press! The babes endure an excruciating plummet towards the floor,and crash with a resounding thud. Despite the searing landing, Mackenzie is all sinful giggles, as Alix's heavy breasts caress her blissful face. Mackenzie exhales a deep moan of pleasure as her face is enfolded in the warm, fabric coated flesh of Alix's perky boobs. 

Realizing that Alix is in the perfect position to strip Mackenzie bare, Jade returns to the ring and rolls Mackenzie into a opportunistic position. Unfortunately, that position lasts for no more then two seconds, before the champ puts her ring saavy to good use and mounts Mackenzie again. Alix has nary a second to stage any sort of attack on DeCenzo, before The Enterprise's numbers advantage disrupts her offense.  Simon (still in Kim Possible panties) journeys to the ring apron, where's he met by a plethora of boos from the inebriated British audience.  While he can brush aside the fan's hatred, he can't quite brush aside the super kick Alix uses to terrorize his jaw! Singleton is flung from the ring apron, and his trip through the sky is joined by a rousing ovation from the crowd.

“Oh no the bitch did not!” Molly wails, a crazed look of violence distorting her face.

As Alix returns her attention towards Mackenzie, Molly hurries up the ring steps and onto the top rope. Her eyes narrowed into slits of sinister determination while she shifts her body to the face the now standing crowd. Unfortunately for Molly, members of that standing crowd have informed Alix of her actions. So it should come as little surprise, when Ally  makes a bee line for Molly's position. Her hands coil around the waist of the Nerdly girl's khaki pants, and in one brilliant flourish the clothes rest in a beige heap around her ankles. All that's left in their wake is a shrieking Molly, a hooting crowd, and the cutest, tightest, ass in all of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I suppose that may not be saying much, but it's still a cute BUTT. Ever the connoisseur of a fine backside, a giggling Ally gives Molly a  playfull swat on the BUTT. Unfortunately this results in Molly being thrust from her nest on the turnbuckles towards the mats bellow. Thankfully for the unpaid intern, her fallen hero and his strange undergarments do an excellent job of breaking her fall.

“Whoo-hooo! Everyone sucks but me!” Alix screams. “Oh, and England to!”

“YEAAAA!”

“Nah, I'm kidding, you whiteboys suck ass!”

“BOOOO!”

“April fools!”

“BOOOO!”  

“Why are they boooing, Krissy?”

“Because it's late July, stupid!”

COACH
I gotta get me an unpaid intern. I wonder how much one costs. 

Shrugging her shoulders at Simon's predicament and her inability to decipher the human calendar, Ally returns to fight/molest/be molested/ by Mackenzie. But her opponent continues to move with fantastic barbarity, and seizes on Alix's polo shirt as though they were engaged in a blood thirsty hockey brawl. The pink and white stripes on the shirt strain heavily under Mackie's pull, presenting the audience with their first view of Ally's tight tummy. Mackenzie's bountiful bosoms bounce fabulously with each exertion and pull. Poor Alix is helplessly slung from side to side, her bra coming undone before it even has a chance to to be see daylight.

COLE
Mackenzie is just going to town on Alix's shirt, and I can't believe it due to a deep desire to become a tag team champion! 

Al snaps her hands around Mackenzie's wrist, slowing her wild tugging towards a tolerable pull. The thonged cutie uses her strength advantage to pull away her sexually charged foe's hands and capture a bit of much needed freedom. The freedom is short lived, however, as Mackenzie's maniacally resumes her quest to reduce Alix to a state of near nudity. The culinary sensation counters this latest assault, by taking firm grip of the fiery Italian's attacking arm, and driving her downward with a single arm DDT. As the move was utilized more to subdue then hurt, Mackenzie isn't left in an unbearable amount of pain, but she is debilitated enough to grant Alix her sought after break.

Having been sufficiently WORN THE FUCK DOWN by Mackenzie, Alix applies a tag to her girlfriend. The observers cheers are earth moving at sight of Krista Isadora Duncan.

Unlike Alix, Krista is in perfect shape, and is more then willing to indulge Mackie's curiosities. Her ultra thick California accent comments to Alix, “Guess what we're having for dinner tonight?”

“What?”

“A little Italian.” She replies, washing Mackenzie with a provocative stare.

At Krista's request a production assistant hands her a microphone.

“Alright, Back in 99 I had to convince my mother that I was actually straight, which forced me to swap spit with [i]that thing[/i]” She points to Ned “for the better part of thirteen months, so maybe my judgment is a little off, but I gotta say Ally, you're a pretty good kisser. But, we're in England...”

[font="Georgia"][color="#A0522D"][b]“YEAAAA!”[/b][/color][/font]

“And even though as an American I live in constant fear that King George and his red coats are only seconds away from robbing me of my precious freedom and overtaxing my tea, I figure I have to try some new English things. When in London, do what the Londoners do, right? And what do Londoners do? If softcore lesbian pornography on Youtube hasn't lied to me, it's have multiple sex partners. Soooo, Mackenzie, you and Ally looked pretty good competing together, I'm sure you wouldn't mind another competition. How about a kissing contest? And who should be the judge?”

COACH
Me!!!!

Fans, female and male alike, zealously present themselves as possible candidates.

COACH
Yo, look at that West African bitch in the front row, actin a fool. Probably got that instant aids, stick your tongue in that watch your whole head blow up.

Krista proclaims “I know, I'll be the judge! Mackenzie, gimme some sugar.” 

The invite is far too hard for Mackenzie to resist and soon enough her deep red lips send sparks of pleasure into Krista's bubble gum pink ones. Her lusting tongue gently coaxes her lovers lips to part with a soft moan. Mackie's touch is deliberately slow and sensual, damp where her pink tongue slides over the supple curves of Krista's hungry mouth. Mackie's flashes of touches and teasing tongue lashes, leaves Krista a needy, pleading wreck.  One moment Krista feels the blonde delicious licker pleasure her mouth, the next it's slithering out dragging with it a strand of spit that stretches across Krista's glistening lips. Mackenzie leads a lick as nasty as whip, yet infinitely softer over the runaway strand to carry every every last drop of her taste back into Krista's mesmerized mouth. Weakened by the raw sensation of the liplock, Krista can barely herself away.

“Um, Alix, your turn!”

"ZZZZZ"

“You'd be surprised how often that happens.”  Krista laments

Ned senses that Mackenize is on the verge of fully switching sides, and attempts to win her back by reminding of her how awful life would be without the money of The Enterprise, “Fridays! Olive Garden! Ruby Tuesdays! Dennys! Applebees!”

“No! Not Applebees!”

“Yes! [font="Arial Black"][color="#0000FF"]Applebees![/color][/font]"

“APPLEBEES WHORE! APPLEBEES WHORE!” the fans in the front row shout.

The thought of having to spend the rest of her days coupon clipping to eat at Applbees, seems enough to motivate DeCenzo to advance the cause of The Enterprise. A saddened apology is heaped upon her makeout partner , before she's forced to resume the devil's handiwork. Her platformed boot flicks forward, slashing Krista's bare stomach, and doubling her over in agony. With Krista momentarily crippled by the strike, Mackenzie grabs hold of her wrist and attempts to toss her into a neutral corner. However, Krista uses her considerable agility to shift the momentum of the move and deposit Mackenzie into the corner. DeCenzo suffers through a harsh collision with the  steel posts, but feels nothing but joy as her ocean blue eyes drink in a charging Krista's swinging breasts. However, Mackenzie tempers her arousal, and quickly scampers to the second rope to blast Krista with an axe handle smash as she nears. But, Krista's agility continues to overwhelm her; the fitness queen does handstand atop the second rope and laces her diamond encrusted leggings around Mackenzie's neck!

COLE
Here's a move we don't see to often from Krista's arsenal!

COACH
Arsenal? Moves? They need to get Caboose back. A man who wears that much makeup has gots to know a thing or to about bra and panties.

While Krista's sparkling noose attempts to annihilate the whimpering DeCenzo with a handspring frankensteiner, her victim exerts a considerable amount of energy to remain upright. Her hands frantically flail through the air, signaling a need for help. Jade moves speedily to answer Mackenzie's emergency call. Covering up her near pointless bra, Jade rushes towards her partner's location where her  free hand works as an anchor to hold the platinum blond into place. With Jade attending to her basic need to survive, Mackenzie's insatiable sexual appetite forces itself into the drivers seat. Primal lust flickers into her eyes, as she wastes little time in digging her hands into Krista's pants. Within seconds Krista's humiliation reaches endemic proportions, and she stages a powerful battle to keep her pants around her waist. The audience bestows the thought of Krista's half naked body with an enormous cheer.

“If I wasn't hanging upside down by my underwear, I swear to god I would kill you all.” she coldly informs them.

Mackenzie's smoldering eyes narrow into a lusting glare, as her ceaseless violation on Krista's modesty rewards her with an up close view of the busty blonde's decadent legs. Fondling Krista's rapidly exposed inner thigh, Mackie marvels at the mesmerizing combination of bronze skin, taut muscles, and glistening flesh. Despite Krista's crazed rebellion, the pants continue to effortlessly sail down her legs. The jumbled wad of leather now acts as a subtle guide, pulling the viewer’s gaze upward over her calves and creamy thighs until it fixates on the delectable helping of ass that squeezes a sparkling black thong. Smiling in unbridled desire over the heavenly beauty that lays before her, Mackenzie fully shreds Krista of the unneeded clothing. The dripping hot beach bunny's million dollar body now rests behind two skimpy pieces of fabric and the audience couldn't be happier. Stock prices of Kleenexx and Vaseline intensive lotion rise 40% as Krista's lingire encased figure leads teenage boys into freshly minted manhood. Krista looks like this 

[IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/charkini.jpg]

COLE
Wow! Alix's shirt is the only thing keeping Mackenzie DeCenzo and Jade Rodez from being new tag team champions. Although, I must say Krista's outfit is really more of a bikini then a bra and panties and set. And to me...

COACH
The hell is wrong with you? I don't care if she's wearing two pieces of bubble wrap! She's hot! 

Thrilled with their achievement, Jade releases Mackenzie's leg to applaud her efforts. Unfortunately Jade's restraint was the only thing preventing Mackie from getting Frankensteinered half way across the ring. And without Jade's clutches then, well, it's not exactly happy landings for The Enterprise's CFO! Grousing about her misfortune, she begins to scrape her carcass off the canvas, extending her arms towards Jade for a badly needed tag. Problematically, her bikini bound rival utilizes a schoolgirl that pulls her dangerously far away from her corner. But her inability to tag Jade, pales in comparison to the problem of Krista violently yanking her pants away from the slender hips they hug so tightly. While all this is transpiring, the camera wisely focuses on Krista's bronze tush to polish off the older viewers who have tried to withold penile release by using age old techniques of thinking of the usual assortment of unsexy things: Joe Perry, Nolan Ryan, Barbra Bush, I Love Lucy.. it's no use. The thong is all tiny, everything is riding up, her flawless ass all writhy and wriggly and it's Krista's being the gnarliest ,hottest vixen on TV. And if that weren't hot enough, in one fell swoop, Krista glides Mackenzie's pants into a useless puddle of leather on the mat, leaving their former owner a brilliant image of bra and panties majesty. Statuesque long legs that trace a beautiful path to a tight round ass are now fully visible, and the crowd greets them with rousing ovation. For the visually inclined she looks like this:
[IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/mackiebikini.jpg]

Mackenzie's exposed flesh burns with the fire of embarrassment and arousal. She finds it difficult to concentrate on anything as her sensuous body screams out the new sensations it experiences. 

COACH
Krista getting rid of Mackenzie's dirty laundry, and I wouldn't mind taking both them asses for a spin cycle or two.

Though Ned has successfully avoided any confrontation with his child's mother thus far, he realizes he can longer avoid the “baby's mama's drama” , and throws himself into the squared circle. Whether his motivation stemmed from a new found desire to actually be of some use, or stemmed from the fact that said baby's mama is no longer wearing any clothes, the world may never know. My guess is the later! Regardless, The Handsome Hustler enters the ring and seizes hold of Krista with a rear waistlock. Given that her bottom is clothed by what's basically a cocktail napkin with strings, this waistlock is far more pleasurable then usual.

Krista fights against his perverse clutches with a round of furious elbow strikes   But not even Patton's army could keep the sex crazed Ned from pumping his crotch into her supple bare ass cheeks. Annoyed to no end, Krista rids herself of Ned's unwanted presence by simply rocketing her high heel shoe into his testicles. The second the spiked heel hits him, Blanchard instantly releases Krista, and trembles in crippling pain. He's too dazed to prevent Krista from draping her arm over his shoulder, and can do nothing more then scream in terror as she back flip onto her stomach, forcing him to go airborne with her. Blanchard is deposited into a forward roll, brutally landing on his back at the hands of [b][color="#800080"]Everybody hates Kris[/color][/b] (back flip rock bottom). The ring ripples beneath the monumental impact of Krista and her mangled adversary.

[b][color="#8B0000"]"KRISTA! KRISTA! KRISTA!"[/color][/b]

One person who isn't so tickled by Krista's dismantling of The Handsome Hustler, is Jade Rodez. As her sports bra continues to fail it's mission to hold her heaving boobs, J-Ro darts towards to Krista with the intention of catching her off guard. But it's [i]Jade[/i] who gets caught off guard by Alix, who uses her juicy tush as weapon of (m)ass destruction, knocking Jade off her feet with the world sexiest BUTT bump.

[b][color="#8B0000"]"ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!"[/color][/b]

While the fans and Alix may have discarded Jade to the scrap heap, Simon understands that her pants are the only thing keeping The Enterprise in the tag title hunt. Thus, the world's biggest Kim Possible fan, springboards himself into the ring with an axe handle smash! Ally side steps his oncoming bomb, leaving the six man champ to aimlessly teeter forward. He quickly whirls around to plant Alix with a discus punch. However his strike is delayed by Ally grasping onto his silk dress shirt. In one blink and you miss it motion the fancy garment is torn from his body, leaving behind a....training bra in it's wake?

[IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/hamster.gif]

“PUT IT BACK ON! PUT IT BACK ON! PUT IT BACK ON!” the fans demand of the embarrassed six man champ.

“Now look, I can expla...”

[font="Comic Sans MS"][b][color="#008080"]DIAMOND CUTTER!![/color][/b][/font] by Alix.

COLE
A thirty two year old man, with a jeri curl, kim possible underwear, and a training bra? I wouldn't hit that if I could borrow your penis.

[i]Blanchard[/i] rampages towards Alix. However, the sultry babe simply leapfrogs his charge. Not dissuaded by the avoidance, The Ned Man simply swings around to retry his murderous attack. This turns into a severe error in judgement, as Alix counters the attack by striding forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, flipping into the air, and liquidizing his skull with the [size="2"][b][font="Verdana"][color="#FFFF00"]Burning Sensation When You Urinate![/color][/font][/b][/size] (Sunset flip piledriver)!

[b][color="#8B0000"]"ALIX! ALIX! ALIX!"[/color][/b]

COACH
I've been feeling a burning sensation all match! But nothing like that.

Desperate to acquire some manner of revenge for her earlier humiliation as well as for the drubbing of her employers, the bottomless Molly ascends to the highest turnbuckle. The audience rises to their feet, murmuring in anticipation over the possibility of a high risk assault. Molly doesn't disappoint, and with a feral scream, she launches herself at Alix with a body splash! But she lands across Alix's smooth shoulders in a standing fireman's carry position. As her look morphs from one of defiance to fear, her hands frantically slash at the baby oil glazed skin that keeps her aloft. No luck. Alix lifts her from her shoulders, and drops her stomach first onto her knee.

COACH
Not fair! You can't treat the unpaid labor like that!

Molly's exposed bottom glistens enticingly under the hot arena lights. Cackling with glee, Alix arches back with
her right and brings it smartly against her creamy, smooth, alabaster buns. The sound of her palm meeting her warm flesh and scream, more of fright than pain, resounds throughout the arena. The cheeks of her ass rippled beautifully. Ally runs her soft hand over the already reddened buttocks in a soothing motion. Then suddenly she reaches back once more and delivers the next stroke a little harder, over the middle of her ass crease. The loud THWACK reverberates around the arena once more, but this time the little honey remains stoically silent, emitting only a throaty grunt in response to the growing pain.The audience was goes wild- this is well beyond what they had hoped. Alix continues to spank Molly at will, raining down blows.

COLE
Weren't you saying something about this not being fair?

COACH
Hey she's not Union, do what you want, Alix!

Acting more out of jealously towards Molly then any sense of sisterhood, Mackenzie dives upon Alix, crashing her away from her panting victim. The busty beauties lunge themselves into a monumental battle for dominance. Their silky legs intertwine into a ribbon of golden brown beauty, as their hands feverishly weave through each other's spiraled strands. With flaming desire, they wiggle fervidly in their snarl, legs tangled in a delightfully sensual coil, sharing touch and taste. Finally the pairing dribbles from the ring, spilling onto the outside mats, where the front row audience is given the ultimate feast for the eyes.

Back in the squared circle, the contestants have been reduced to Jade and Krista.  Thanks to the sudden disappearance of every last one of her allies, Jade's confidence has taken a noise dive into oblivion. 

COLE
Well, if Jade wants to win this match she needs to somehow get to Alix and get at her shirt!

Jade is keenly aware of this fact and speedily works to achieve such a task. She grabs hold of the official's arm, and launches him like a missile at the approaching Krista. But the bikined Californian sidesteps the frail referee, and continues her charge towards Jade. J-Ro swings her heel around to blast Krista's pretty face with spinning back kick! However KID catches the incoming shoe and drives it harshly towards the canvas. The rough counter throws Jade off balance, and sends her hot pink coated breasts wobbling across her chest. 

[color="#FF0000"][font="Impact"]K-I-D! K-I-D! K-I-D![/font][/color]

Jade recovers enough of her strength to lash back at Krista with a sloppy jaw breaker. Though the move is nothing pretty it staggers the blonde bombshell away from her overmatched rival. But that distance quickly evaporates once Jade dives upon Krista with a forearm smash. Yet, KID counters the attack by grasping onto Jade's track pants and lifting her into a flap jack! The crowd popping move causes Jade's neck to be lacerated by the coarse ring cables and she immediately stumbles through a fit of violent coughing. 

COLE
A flapjack onto the ropes is an excellent move to use in this type of match. It's possible it can cut off the breathing of your foe, and as Coach can attest to it's easier to take the clothes off an unconscious woman then a conscious one!

Krista seizes on the opportunity Jade's affliction has presented her, and ties her hands around the girls' smooth stomach. The fleeting feel of Krista's soft orbs tickling her flesh, is quickly overshadowed by the horror of the older woman dragging her down with a rollup! Instantly Krista's naughty fingers dig at the remains of the track suit, eliciting a yelp of worry from their wearer.

[size="2"][b][font="Arial Narrow"][color="#8B0000"]“YAAAAA!”[/color][/font][/b][/size] the fans shout in horny anticipation of Jade's panties.

Jade sharply kicks free of the hold, throwing herself upright in order to generate distance between herself and her aggressor. Unfortunately her sudden ascent comes conveniently at the same as Ned's sudden ascent, and the two members encounter a head on collision! Though Blanchard is simply pushed into the ropes, the much smaller Jade is gift wrapped to the salivating Krista. With a lighting quick flash of her hands, Krista pries away the fabric lock, and unearths the treasure of Jade's perfect heart shaped BUTT! Away goes the cocoon of clothing, and in comes Jades magnificent splendor of ass. As her firm and muscular BUTT beams proudly on display beneath her animal print panties, the fans let loose a monstrous cheer of approval. Jade's reaction is much less excited then the crowd's. She wails in annoyance and in frustration, unsure of rather she's directing her anger towards Krista, herself, or her near useless “help”.

COLE
And it is all over, ladies and gentlemen! Chicks Over Dicks have foiled another one of Moneymaker's plots!  And that means we will definitely see the Scramble Cage tag match this Thursday! And what a match that will be, history will be made.

COACH
Who cares about cages and scrambles? We oughta have this type of match every week!

COLE
Hey, I'm all for D*LUX against The Gunslingers in a bikini briefs match!

As Alix joins her in the ring, Krista gingerly launches Jade's pants into the congregation of Orthodox Jewish Lesbian Optometrists gathered in the front row. Realizing that she's the only one still fully clothed Alix decides she doesn't want to be left out of the party. Thus her polo shirt is tossed aside, and viewers are treated to this image: 
[IMG=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/Portfree/allycat3.jpg]
Syndicated ratings plummet as masturbators everywhere change their pants turn in for the night.

COLE
I don't quite think Mackenzie returned to heterosexual team with this match, but after awhile, she certainly did her part to win the tag titles for The Enterprise. Is it enough to save her job? That's up to Moneymaker. But I will say she did a hell of a lot more then Ned Blanchard! 

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen the winner and still OAOAST world tag team champions....

CROWD
[font="Arial Black"][color="#FF00FF"]C-O-D! C-O-D! C-O-D![/color][/font]

COLE
Fans, another fantastic victory for Alix and Krista, their first in a bra and panties match.

Edited July 30, 2007 by Patty O'Green