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

Match Type: Tag Match
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Title Match Deadline: Please complete this thread by March 12, 2022. Thread will by closed on that day.

Team spirit.

It had been so long since there was a tag team championship match. So long that many believed that the AFW had simply forgotten about it in its entirety. So when it was announced that the ever so famous bullet club would be defending their title. Many in the crowd were excited. Either to see their favorite team defend the gold. Or to see them lose it in it’s entirety and allow a new team to rise. But it still left the question.

Who was the challenging team.

“GIVE ME AN A!!” A chorus of voices suddenly shouted out! The people in the crowd giving one another confusing glances as they all looked to the darkened stage. ”GIVE ME AN F!!” The chorus continued and a band of drums followed. “GIVE ME A W!! GOOOOOO SPIRIT!!!”

Bright colorful lights suddenly burst onto the stage at those final words. And a band one would hear at the super bowl would begin to play as a group of smiling and scantily clad cheerleaders took to the stage. Shaking both their bodies and their Pom Poms in such a way that the crowd couldn’t help but be enticed. All before grouping together and making it impossible for whatever they were hiding to be seen.

“COMING TO THE RING FIRST! THEY ARE THE AFW’S CHEER TEAM. TEAAAAM SPIRIT!!!!”

At the announcers call. The group of cheerleaders separated to show a pair of blondes standing on the ramp posing together back to back, confident smiles on both of their lips. Their uniforms were different to show off their rank in the team with one wearing green and the other wearing purple.

Spoiler:

Making their way to the ring. The two leaders of Team Spirit walked with their hands on their swaying hips before climbing up the steel steps and taking another pose back to back. Then the one in purple opened the ropes for her partner to step through. Which she did, but when her partner moved to follow, the green cheerleader gave her a wink. Understanding the signal, the purple girl would remain bent over and shake her ass to the crowd. Her incredibly short skirt displaying her pink panties. Her partner making sure everyone saw it as she circled her finger over her friend.

Then they finally stepped inside and made their way to their corner. Leaning against it confidently and oozing sensuality. As if the thought of not leaving without the gold had not even entered their minds.

"...*snort*...okay but seriously, joke's over. Where are our REAL opponent's?"

"I keep telling ya, the two cheerleaders with blonde pigtails. Granted that probably doesn't help much considering theirs like 20 of them out there right now. "

"...Hmph, whatever. Imma jus consider this a night off for us."

One could forgive Nikita's skepticism as to whom were the Bullet Club's opponent's for the night considering what she was currently surveying with er eyes peeking through the blackened curtains back at the top of the ramp. A freaking high school band practice taking place right in the middle of Madison Square Garden, except not a living soul was concerned with the girl's performance as much as ogling every peppy bounce and swishing sway of their skirt in hopes of peeping the treasured and sought after undergarments within. This was a far cry from the battle hardened grapplers and technical submissionist's that the sisters envisioned challenging when first signing up for this league, but considering they'd been shirking their duties as defenders of the belts in favor of partying like fuckin rock stars, they didn't have much particular say in the matter. The Head Honcho himself apparently having bankrolled the formation of this tag-team for reasons you could ascertain just by, well...looking at them. The GM's perverted nature being considered legendary at this point, and he and their leader Adrian were not exactly on the best of terms. But B.C. was nevertheless confidently smug in their chances of returning back through these curtain with gold still around their waist and probably having superkicked some teeth out in the process.

Pyro...:

Bullet Club~...:

The fresh licks from a strumming guitar solo set the stage for the tag-team championship match with the gold bearers themselves strutting out to their specialized tag-team entrance theme. and the accompanying storm of pyrotechnics. The distinguished sisters exuding supreme confidence as they stood atop the entrance ramp adorned in their Bullet Club tees, armbands, splatter painted pants, wrestling boots with blue tassels, and shimmering trophies strapped around their waist. Both Jackson sisters striking their flexing poses to signal the firing off of several cannons shooting off into the air thousands of fluttering fake dollar bills brandishing the mugging faces of the Jackson sisters. The pair literally making it rain big bucks wherever they tread with their over-sized boots which now took them down the specialized ramp entrance for the PPV. After hopping onto the ring apron both sisters would gesture as if they were going to mimic the cheerleader's theatrics, but before stepping through the ropes would both flip off the cameramen and leap over the top rope simultaneously. Afterward they'd approach the middle of the ring and stare down the cheerleaders, unbuckling their title belts and offering them to the referee.

"Alright small fry. Think you can go first without embarrassing yourself too much?"

"Shyadup. I'll have this done before these pep rally punks even know what hit'em."

The two main heads of team spirit had just put on a spectacle for the people of AFW. Their bright, sporty and sexy entrance immediately gaining a massive applause from the crowd. Mostly because of the two blondes sex appeal, but also for the chance of seeing the current champions possibly lose their gold to this new and upcoming faction. Many felt that the bullet club were simply holding the belts hostage while they did their own thing. This would prove if they deserved it or not.

So not long after the rest of team spirit filtered out of the arena and left Fear and Juliet inside of the ring, a familiar theme would begin to play. But if the cheerleaders were nervous, they certainly didn’t show it as they watched the current champs make their way to the ring. If anything the two blondes looked bored as Juliet looked at her partner and faked a yawn. An action that caused Fear leader to let out a giggle.

They didn’t even react when the club tried to make a mockery of their own entrance and instead made their way to the center of the ring to meet them face to face. And it would be Juliet that would break the silence between them. “Like, look F. It’s those loser goth chicks we used to see listening to my chemical romance underneath the underpass back home. They even dyed their hair and everything. And that’s probably back where they’ll go after we take those pretty belts off of their ugly shirts when we win this.” she said cocking her hips to the side with a smarmy smile on her face.

Fear of course Giggled alongside her. “Are you surprised Julie? From what I’ve heard that’s what they’ve been doing even when they had those belts. Apparently they were too scared to put it on the line until management finally forced them to.” She smugly replied. Then after a wordless agreement, Fear would go back to her corner while leaving Juliet to start out the match.

Alright Nikita knew that Mackenzie had answered her question numerous times beforehand, and once more minutes before making their own star-studded entrance, but Nikki nevertheless was sorely tempted to confirm once again if these bubblegum bimbos were actually the team challenging them for the tag-titles tonight. Because it looked like these two had more experience wiggling their ass, flailing pompoms around, and pleading for letters of the alphabet from an audience than actually cracking some skulls and cutting their teeth in the wrestling ring. Mackenzie somewhat shared her younger sister's skepticism, but was merely more composed and reserved when it came to hiding it up till now. However, actually speaking with these bubble-brained tarts up close and personal now had Mack on the same page entirely as she repressed a snorted laugh and slung her arm atop her sister's adjacent shoulder.

"OMG, like look Mack. It's those vapid cheerleaders who spent all their time begging their rich daddy's for cash, twirling their pig-tails and showing the jocks plenty of team spirit underneath the bleachers after-school~..." Nikita blatantly mocked with a faux Valley-girl inflection and exaggerated flip of her hair. "Yep, it's them alright. And hey, it's not our fault if management can't find anyone talented enough to shine our boots, and apparently still haven't. But hey, this might end up being more fun that I thought. Nikki and I have always wanted to bust the lips of those preppy tarts from high-school, so let's see who comes out on top in Goth vs. Cheerleaders. Just wish I wore my black lipstick and leather wristbands." Mack remarked with smug smarm before turning around to take her place in their corner, allowing Nikki to start the proceedings against Juliet with what looked like a lock-up. But a swift swivel around her and clenched grip from behind would lead to a snug waistlock instead.

From the barbs the two teams were throwing at each other, it looked almost as if a brawl was about to start right then and there. But both champions and challengers kept their cools, letting their insults roll past them while firing back their own. Though it was clear that the champs didn’t truly take the spirit squad seriously. But that was fine, the Captain and her lieutenant were more than happy to show these stupid sluts that they were yesterday’s news and had been for a long time.

So after making their way back to their corner. Juliet was the one that would start off the match for their team. The bell then rang and the match was on! Making her way to the center of the ring, the blonde would raise her arms in preparation for a lock up. Only for Nikita to suddenly dash behind her and lock her up in a waist lock. But Juliet wasn’t worried, if anything she let out a smug giggle.

“Oh wow! Already coming in for a closer look huh. I think we might have a crush hehe. Here, take a closer look!” she shouted before looping her arm around Nikita’s head and clamping down in a headlock. Pressing the red streaked ravenette face against the side of her covered boobs. But that wouldn’t be the end however, as the blonde cheerleader would then try to fling her opponent over her hip and onto the canvas in a hip toss transition. Her headlock only squeezing tighter!

The spiteful pre-match interplay between both teams might have indicated as such, but the Jackson sisters were indeed all too accustomed to dealing with the type of lollipop sucking airheads who were spoiled rotten by their country club member dyaddies. The ones whom the rules of your typical high-school didn't apply to thanks to their familial connections and who were envied upon by other girls for their pampered beauty despite having precisely zero redeeming personality traits. Messing with those mean girls back in school was practically a pastime for the sisters who were now not all that opposed to officially having complete carte blanche to add patches of black and blue to whatever other layers of make-up they have slathered all over their faces.

Nikita having zero intention of locking horns with Juliet as she strode up to the cheerleader, opting instead to use her spry agility towards snatching her adversary's waist from behind. Intent on potentially bewildering and outpacing her foe with suplexes perhaps in mind as well, except in a flash Nikki was reigned in herself with a tightly cinched in headlock that she yelped into. Nikita distracted from what was half her scrunched face mashed into Juliet's jiggled side-boob but only thoroughly taken off her game after being hip-tossed overhead. "Hooph!!" Nikita wheezed from the slick and unexpectedly honed takedown, squirming from the cranked in headlock and stamping her boot into the canvas sporadically but nevertheless subdued and grounded for now.

Both Juliet and Fear knew they were coming in without a massive reputation that the champs had. Of course they had full intentions on making their names and those of the squad fully known when they finished here. Yet as much as they loved the spotlight, that didn’t mean that were in too much of a rush to attain it. Especially when it allowed girls that their opponents to underestimate them and believe that they were nothing more than bratty cheerleaders. Now granted, they were that too but.

They had the skill to back up their words!

As poor Nikita was learning first hand as Juliet hip tossed her to the canvas, her arm keeping the red streaked girls head locked in. Pressing her face up against the side of her boob in a humiliating half smother. Juliet giggled, partially wondering how long she could keep her hold like this. But she didn’t want her opponent get used to it, so the blonde shifted her stance.

Rolling over onto her front, Juliet would proceed to fully engulf Nikita between her breasts. Her headlock releasing so that she could move her hands and pin her opponents arms to the mat. But Juliet wasn’t finished with her humiliating mind games, she was only just beginning. Sliding her knees underneath her, Juliet would raise her pert rear into the air. Her incredibly short skirt doing very little to hide her wonderful ass. An ass that she would start to slowly and teasingly shake from side to side at the woman behind her.

Nikita’s partner.

“Like what you see?” she asked as she looked at her from the corner of her eyes. Her tongue slowly gliding along her own lips.

Punk radicals though they pridefully attest to being, much like anyone else of rational mind the Bullet Sisters tried not to make prejudgments based on stereotypes alone. For example, one would never expect the delinquent pairing to be avid sneaker collectors in their spare time. Except the issue here was that these cheerleaders made it damn near impossible to not indulge in stereotypes when they embodied the role of pretentious valley-girls to damn near perfection. Nikita having no reason to believe these vapid Barbie dolls knew a wrist-lock from a wristwatch in terms of actual wrestling techniques, so imagine her bewildered chagrin when she found herself seamlessly hip-tossed overhead to a flattened pounce on her back. Half her grimacing facials purposefully squeezed against Juliet's side-boob along with the torqued headlock to tack on further embarrassment.

Irritated to no end from the cheerleader taking a commanding lead early on in the match with the most basic of holds, Nikita squirmed with scrambling efforts to escape seemingly bearing fruit once Juliet started repositioning herself. Except that fruit in question would just be more of the supple melons she was teased with earlier as the Bullet sister balked before being muffled within the cheerleader's Heavenly valley. "...." Rancid swearing was thankfully muted from beneath Juliet's swelled abundance, Nikki shifting her legs up and down and obviously frazzled from how downright humiliating this all was. To say nothing of Mackenzie who was having her own patience tested from having to witness this along with Jules' swaying and pink pantied ass. "Tch...All I see is an ass in dire need of kicking..." Mack storming out of her corner, but stopped halfway from interfering by the referee, who'd as a result have her back turned to the action inside the ring.

Oh Juliet just loved watching as her words and teasings got inside her victims heads. Some would blush and sputter madly as they try to make excuses for why their faces are burning or how they can’t seem to take their eyes off of the beautiful blondes sexy form. Others would hide their embarrassment behind a veil of anger. Enraged at how a seemingly ditzy cheerleader like Juliet was able to get a one up on them and their partner.

And it seemed that Nikita’s partner Mackenzie was the latter of the two, for not long after giving Nikita a full introduction to her chest and her partner a nice peak at her ass. The blue member of the BC just couldn’t wait to start clambering inside in an attempt to shut the cheerleader up. Only for her path to be blocked by the referee who began to order Mackenzie back into her corner.

Which was too perfect and opportunity for Team spirit to pass up. Looking over at her partner in her corner, Fear had already seen the signs and was making her way inside the ring as well. Unknown to the currently distracted referee. Juliet meanwhile would finally free Nikita from her fleshy prison, but only so she could pull the red streaked girl up and shove her towards her partner.

Who would immediately wrap her arms around her waist and pick her up. Only to drop her onto her knee crotch first in an atomic drop. “Ohh we’re going to have so like so much fun with you sluts.” she giggled before shoving the goth back into Juliet’s awaiting arms. Who would use the champs momentum to lift her up overhead and drop her on her head and shoulders with a devastating German suplex.

By the time the referee would notice the commotion, Fear would be back in her spot in the corner. Like nothing had even happened.