The Celts are Coming

The main match on the evening’s card was for the Women’s Tag Team with the svelte like Blonde Bombshells from Scotland Barbara and Helen facing the seasoned team and current champions of the promotion Sisterhood. The Scots were first to the arena red swimsuit with Tartan panelling down the side and across the back with red leather boots with yellow trim and Tartan mini skirts the chosen team gear as they climbed into the ring. The Pointer Sister’s chant “I’ve got all my sisters with me” blared out to announce the arrival of Sisterhood, Michelle and Carol Sorenson striding positively to the ring the black thong swimsuit; black fishnets and black thigh length boots exuded confidence as they stepped into the ring. The instructions were brief best of three falls over thirty minutes also in the ring was Hamish with the Scots facing the Sisters with Beaker as their second.

The bell brought Barbara out to face the older Sorenson sister Carol for the first session, hands were extended and the strength test accepted. Fingers interlocked and the two women’s bodies slapped together straining every muscle to exert some early superiority, their arms spread wide their breasts pressed together as they continued to exert effort into dominance. The crowd urged their favourite on the alluring sight of two women easy on the eye breasts battling, nipples clearly rigid as they rubbed together. Slowly at first one women started to gain ascendancy and started to force the other back, the surprise was it was Barbara on top and she started to force Carol over, suddenly the black clad beauty crashed to her knees controlled by the Scot. “Weak shit!” sneered Barbara as she towered over the brunette, “Right up you come!” she added twisting the now trapped hands and heaving upwards. Carol came to her feet and was forced to her tip toes by the Scot, however Barbara’s rapidly rising confidence in her position evaporated in a split second when the older Sorenson broke the hold with a vicious head butt. Ms Blaze staggered back seeing stars and aware of a tickling sensation on her top lip a finger feeling discovered the scarlet mark of blood from a nose bleed, a knee to the bread basket recovered her attention and the hip toss jolted her senses as Ms Sorenson took control. A belly stomp and hair pulling drew the Scot back to her feet for a forearm smash to the upper chest to shove her into the corner, exactly opposite Helen’s now concerned look. Carol effectively pinned the woman into the corner by jumping astride her placing a foot on the bottom rope and pulling her rival’s head back by the hair and delivering three crisp punches to her forehead before tagging Michelle in.

“Get off the ropes!” warned Gilly but Carol was already vaulting over the ropes and out of the ring. Michelle called to Helen, “Don’t worry little girl we’ll get to you in a minute!” before delivering a perfectly measured belly blow just above the knicker line with her knuckles that seriously invaded Barbara’s guts. Air exploded from the slightly groggy woman and she tilted forward from the corner pad to find Michelle pulling her head in under her arm and gripping her costume at the hip before launching her out of the corner in a snap suplex. Barbara sailed through the air with an almost ballet like grace until her landing which was anything but and echoed around the noisy room with a crash. Michelle placed her palms flat on the mat and pushed herself into a perfect handstand before turning slightly to drop her body across the spread-eagled body of her opponent in a unique but effective body splash. Barbara wailed in pain but was still able to kick out of the pin as the count reached two. Michelle was already moving again and quickly on her feet pulling the woman up and driving her Scottish opponent into the ropes, Barbara was not completely green though and as she accelerated back lowered her head to avoid the expected clothesline.

Unfortunately for her Michelle was quite a pro in the tag arena and had no intention of the clothesline and instead had lifted her boot to deliver a stomach weakening kick. A blow that landed with complete success deep in the pit of Barbara’s stomach driving the air from her body, a handful of hair pulled the Scot’s head up and allowed Michelle to follow up with three swift knee lifts to the stomach and a final gut busting punch that dropped Barbara to her knees wheezing over her battered belly. The younger Sorenson twisted her rival around to place her in a wicked abdominal stretch, the stomach pounding having been carefully delivered to weaken the woman’s stomach muscle wall for this torturous hold. Barbara screamed as Carol yelled, “Tear her in half, Mich!” but the Scot was clearly in trouble and screeched her submission within seconds. Michelle released her and shoved her to the canvas with contempt before taunting Helen, “You’re next little girl!” before accepting the high five from her sister. “You set her up beautifully!” enthused Beaker as his number one team celebrated the first pin, “Shows I have some ability then,” teased Michelle adding, “You know I fancy some singles action as well, you can see my abilities any time!!!” Carol hugged her sister and added, “Either of us any time you know that!” Opposite Hamish was trying to weave some of his corner magic to re-vitalise the Scots, Barbara was in some pain from the abdominal stretch and tender massage drew moans and groans as she tried to regroup.

All to quickly the minute was up and the referee was calling the fighters back to action with Barbara clearly still struggling, “Finish it quickly?” said Michelle, “No let’s try out some team work,” giggled Carol as her younger sister moved away to face the taller Scot. Barbara tried to stay side on to the advancing Michelle and avoid clear assaults on her left side, where her muscles felt injured from the stretch her hands almost in a south paw stance as she prepared to ward off the rampant Southern lass. Michelle feigned a roundhouse kick that drew Barbara’s guard down and allowed Michelle in to grab her wrist and whip her across the ring towards Carol. The older Sorenson delivered a beauty on an elbow between Barbara’s shoulders as the Scot twisted to take the impact of the ropes across her back. Barbara staggered a pace dropping to her knees as Michelle’s thigh crossed her face knocking her sideways to the mat as the Sorenson’s tagged, Michelle nastily stepping on her opponent as she moved from the ring, twisting her heel across the injured area of the Scot. Barbara groaned in pain as Carol grabbed for her opponent’s hair to peel her up from the floor setting the Scot unsteadily on her feet before delivering an impressive forearm to the woman’s chest. Barbara tottered back into the wrong corner with Michelle adding to her woe by tugging her head back by the hair, Carol delivered a wicked karate chop to the throat and Ms Blaze was gagging for breath.

Helen was screaming for her partner to tag, her voice carrying over the roar of the crowd to the two sisters torturing her partner, “Well, well sis, little madam wants to beat us up!” exclaimed Carol in mock horror, “Let her try,” sneered Michelle releasing the hair hold as the referee started to warn her off. Carol finger jabbed the Scot in the stomach and then sent her hurtling across the ring in a posting back into her own corner then she beckoned Helen in, “Come on then hard case scare me!” Helen tagged in and slipped through the ropes with Hamish calling, “Sort the mouthy tart out Helen, you can take her out use your speed.” Helen said simply, “I know!” and skipped across the ring with an air of almost indifference. Carol mocked fear and stepped back whimpering, “Don’t hit me, please!” Helen ignored her and continued to move forward as Carol retreated to the sound of Michelle’s laughter. When suddenly the Scot lunged to her left and delivered a beautiful right cross to the younger sister’s chin as she stood on the apron, Michelle tumbled to the arena floor to a great cheer from Hamish and even a wide smile from Beaker. “Hey,” exclaimed Carol stepping forward to help her sister only to find her vision filled with the sole of a boot as Helen pivoted perfectly to deliver a stunning standing face kick.

Carol staggered back her vision blurred as Helen continued to attack another kick landed right at the apex of Ms Sorenson’s long legs, flush in the puss and down went Carol. Helen noting Michelle’s position standing on the floor turned again and grabbing the middle rope hurled herself between the cords to deliver a stunning drop kick to the younger sister landing hard in her chest. Michelle crashed into the first row of seats in an untidy heap as Helen skilfully flipped herself back into the ring retaining her hold on the ropes until she stood tall in the ring he opponents both on the floor. Carol reached her knees one hand on the floor keeping her steady the other cupping the throbbing pain between her thighs, she looked up to find Helen stalking her and suddenly she was crashing face down to the mat as the Scot kicked the supporting arm away. The Scot leapt across her rival and manoeuvred to apply a very professional camel clutch, the referee looked on in rapt amazement the tiny Scot had systematically taken control in a little under a minute flattening the top seeded tag team single handed. Hamish massaging Barbara roared is support, as did the older Scot as her partner demonstrated quite a level of skill on the mat. Michelle scrambled back onto the apron and tried to enter the ring to repay the attack but the referee held her back, “Get out!” Carol was wearing a considerably different expression than a minute before as Helen settled across her back and heaved back on her chin, the only problem for the Scot was Carol was considerably larger and although the hold was a weakener it was unlikely to secure a score. The Scot was quite savvy and suddenly switched to grab the long brunette hair to slam Carol’s head into the canvas three sense spinning times. Helen got to her feet dragging the larger woman up by the hair and hurling her into the ropes, Carol shot back and was levelled by a stunning spin kick that took her across the breasts and she slammed to the mat hard. Helen followed up with a leg drop again squashing Carol’s breasts with her thigh as she landed, the older Sorenson wailed in pain and shrugged her attacker off. Helen was already moving though and stomped on the woman right above her Venus mound very low to the belly sitting her up in both pain and reflex, allowing the rampant Scot to drop behind her larger rival and lock on a sleeper hold crossing her arms around Carol’s head and applying weakening pressure.

Michelle called for her sister to fight back and the older sister tried trying to twist left and right to dislodge her Scottish foe but with little success. A new tactic was needed and with Gilly watching Michelle like a hawk double-teaming was unlikely to provide it, so Ms Sorenson started to force herself upright as Helen tried to increase the pressure. It was a fascinating contest the lithe Helen wrapped around her taller, heavier rival as Carol clambered unsteadily to her feet, Helen sprang from the floor and wrapped her legs around Carol in a body scissor to add to the pressure on the brunette. Carol groaned her vision was clouding and she was slowly slipping under when one voice got through to her, Michelle’s call of “Here sis, step back!” Carol dumbly obeyed and by fluke her three tottering steps backward slammed Helen into Sisterhood’s corner post with a solid block, enough to break the holds. Helen seemed to be impaled with Carol’s weight holding her against the padding as she recovered, Michelle called for the tag and received it as Carol eased up to her feet. Helen slid down the post only to be caught by the chin by the younger sister, “Oh no you don’t!” and she delivered a colossal back hand to the woman’s upper chest slamming her up and back into the post. Before Helen landed the next blow was inbound and a brutal body punch slammed into her guts right across her knicker line depriving her of air and folding her forward. Michelle grabbed her shoulders and lifted her knee viciously into the woman’s face catching her high on the forehead and shooting her upright. Helen’s arms flew over the top rope and left her wide open to the next attack, Michelle lifted her opponent’s legs over the middle rope leaving them wide apart draped over the middle cord, “This is called shattered dreams,” she hissed into Helen’s ear before stepping back to deliver a brutal kick right into the helpless woman’s sex.

The impact was vicious and lifted the woman clean from the ropes and dumped her on the mat in a heap as Michelle slapped her sister’s hand before peeling the short Scot up by the hair and turned her to face the incoming sister. Carol measured her opponent and drove her fist deep into Helen’s belly as Michelle stepped back and out of the ring as Helen folded forward drained of air and wheezing for breath. There was little Hamish or Barbara could do Helen was trapped across the ring and the Sisterhood team were experts at halving a ring and wiping a fighter out Carol grabbed the young woman and pulled her head into a standing head scissor and then inverted her with ease. The finisher seemed obvious a pile driver but instead Carol continued to lift and ended up draping Helen over her shoulder a perfect back breaker a hand at the chin and in the crotch to pull downward bending her brutally in half.

The submission was instant and screamed painfully as searing pain ripped through her back, the referee was quick to step forward and break the hold even as Barbara charged desperately across the ring to punch Carol in the face. Suddenly there was a full bore brawl as Michelle piled in slamming a pair of punches into Barbara as the Scot tried to smack Carol again it took Beaker and Hamish to help the referee restore order and separate the fighters. The announcer recorded the victory by two to nil to Sisterhood as Hamish helped the battered Scots from the arena as the Sorenson girls stood on the ropes in the corners milking applause while ignoring some booing from the full house. Carol’s vindictiveness in her assault on Helen had fired up some fans a point not lost on Beaker but deemed irrelevant by the sisters who frankly did not care at this stage, they were in it to win it and did not care how they left the arena with their manager clear winners on the scoreboard.

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