California Dreamin’
By Wolfboy
Jemma and Beth take in some adult pro tag team action
“I can’t believe they’re actually here” Jemma excitedly told her girlfriend Beth as the excitement continued to build in the local arena where she’d had her adult pro match with the Glittermom, Lesa Valentine, which had been so rudely interrupted by Toni and her group only weeks earlier. “They’re the best tag team!” she declared, her new found interest in the sport of adult professional wrestling having led her quickly to that conclusion.
“I know!” Beth agreed, equally excited. “The Dolls are really something!” The excitement continued to build for the main event which Jemma and Beth were sat at ringside for as two local competitors made their way to the ring, their surly expressions as gloomy as their dark coloured wrestling gear, as they were introduced. “From parts unknown….at a total combined weight of 321lbs, this is the team of The Black Panthers!”. The two women in their black leotards and tights, black boots too, raised their fists to the sky in anticipation of the rousing reception they were about to receive, then started to stomp around the ring angrily, kicking at the bottom ropes and gesticulating at the crowd when they received precisely no response. Everyone in the arena was here for one thing only, and then it started.
“We want the Dolls” a faint rumbling at first, rolling from the back of the arena.
“WE WANT THE DOLLS” stronger now, the crowd starting to chant in unison.
“WE WANT THE DOLLS!” the whole crowd in unison now, knowing just what it was that they were here to see as the refrain shook the arena to its very rafters now, repeating time and again, to the chagrin of the two heels in the ring. The lights dimmed, theatrically, and on to the stage stepped a single woman, into a bright spotlight that glinted off her glittering pink tail coat leotard worn over black fishnet tights, with pink high heeled boots. Harriet, the manager of The Dolls that everyone wanted to see. She carried a black cane with her, the base of which she tapped once on the stage, the sound amplified by the microphones to a dull reverberating thud. Silence….just for the briefest second although it felt like more, then the theme tune of The Dolls started up. “Oh, you beautiful Dolls. You great big beautiful Dolls…” the song originally sung by Rosemary Clooney, about to be mixed in to an altogether more upbeat version, recorded for the team by their fellow Californian, Katy Perry. Timed perfectly of course, 99% of the arena were singing along by the time two visions in white, complete with silver tinged angel wings, stepped into the spotlight to flank Harriet. Iris and Molly, not the real name of either woman, but this was the team of The New California Dolls, and they were as true to the original version as could be.
As their theme tune rang out around the arena, they made their way to the ring, their progress almost regal in nature, spotlights picking out the diamanté encrusting on their pristine white swimsuits, worn over equally shimmering sun tan tights, with white knee pads and mid calf wrestling boots. It only took a simple glance at the scene in the arena to work out who the good girls and the bad girls were for this match. Now The Dolls sat up on the ring apron, Harriet standing on the floor between them, arms raised as if to present her tag team to the crowd as The Dolls themselves raised their angel wings to catch the spotlights. “And their opponents, hailing from Los Angeles, at a total combined weight of 273lbs, Iris and Molly…..The California Dolls!” The cheers from the crowd were rapturous for the team of the former UCLA cheerleader Casey who now wrestled as the brunette Iris, and tall blonde surfer Malibu, who now wrestled under the name of Molly. Behind them, two angry black clad heels paced the ring, their fury at these American interlopers growing by the second.
Jemma just about managed to blurt out “Oh shit...here we go!” before the anger of the heels turned into action, and still wearing their angel wings, the two Dolls were launched off the apron by a pair of shotgun drop-kicks from behind, and the match was underway. Harriet, a former wrestler herself, was straight up on to the apron now to protest as the bell rang, and the two Black Panthers looked at each other, shrugged, and as one held her by the hair, the other slugged Harriet in the stomach with a right hand. Then they both hooked the glamorous manager’s head under their arms, and introduced her into the ring the hard way with a high vertical suplex over the top rope. Harriet crashed to the mat, her cane spilling into the corner of the ring, just as Iris and Molly shrugged out of their angel wings and climbed back on to the ring apron. Unfortunately, they were met there again by the onrushing Panthers, this time each using a running shoulder block to catapult the Dolls back off the ring apron and into the ringside guard rail. While the referee tended to Harriet, slowly trying to roll her out of the ring, The Black Panthers took their opportunity to make hay, rolling out of the ring and grabbing lustrously long blonde and brunette hair roughly before introducing Iris and Molly face first to the ring apron. Dazed, each of the Dolls turned to the opposite Panther to the one who had introduced their face to the apron, and promptly took a sharp right hand between the eyes from their opponent, rocking their heads back amidst cascades of long hair. Finally, the referee had Harriet out under the bottom rope and turned his attention to the action on the outside, just as a Panther body slammed Iris on the hard floor, only a split second before the second Panther slammed Molly right on top of her. “One of you in….one of you to the corner!” the referee instructed them.
The bigger of the two Panthers, a 170lb bruiser of a woman looked up at the referee, smirked, then delivered a full body splash on the floor, landing on top of the Doll stack. The referee rolled out of the ring now, anxious to restore some kind of order to proceedings, but as he did so, the smaller of the Panthers immediately grabbed Molly by the hair and the back of her suit to roll her back into the ring, following her in. The referee’s attention was split once more, with the Panther on the outside running a distraction as she pulled Iris up and ran her back into the edge of the ring apron hard, forcing the referee to dodge out of the way, and on the inside of the ring, the other member of the Panthers team picked up Harriet’s cane from where it had fallen in the corner of the ring. With glee, she then rammed the end of it into Molly’s stomach just as the blonde had made it to her feet, and immediately dropped her back to her knees gasping for breath. The bigger Panther on the outside of the ring delivered a jumping forearm smash across the shoulders of Iris, and latched on to the brunette’s long hair then as the referee tried to separate the brawlers on the outside. Inside the ring, Molly had a Panther behind her, still brandishing the cane that was quickly drawn in across the blonde’s throat to the choke her amidst a chorus of jeers from the crowd.
Finally, the referee restored order, but not before he’s been distracted for long enough for Molly to have the end of Harriet’s cane bashed into the back of her head now. As the second Panther climbed on to the apron, and theatrically grabbed the tag rope there, leaving Iris writhing on the floor in pain, the in ring Panther waved the referee in, and to a chorus of boos, dropped confidently in for the pin, forearm just pushing Molly’s face to the side. It was over surely….one….two….then an eruption of cheers from the crowd as at a count of two and fifteen sixteenths, Molly squirmed her shoulder out of the pin. The Panther looked up at the referee in a mixture of surprise and absolute outrage, clapping her hands together three times with the implication clear, that it had been a three count in her mind. Then she went in for the pin again, this time with a leg hooked tight to ensure the three count; once more Molly just sprung free of the pinning predicament at the very last moment though to the cheers of the crowd. Panther number 1, the in ring Panther, pounded her fists on the canvas with outrage. Panther number 2 reached out, calling for the tag, confident that with her extra power, she could finish the job. And it started to rumble through the crowd again, this time the chant different “Let’s go Dolls…...Let’s go Dolls” a steadily building refrain building in support of the two glamorous American superstars.
The incoming member of the Black Panthers tag team didn’t care for the chant as it echoed through the arena, raising her finger to her lips to shush the crowd before gesturing that the match was all over as she launched herself into a flying splash, hoping to crush Molly. Molly wasn’t there though, not when the Panther landed anyway, the flying Panther hitting nothing but mat, and the crowd cheered seeing that the comeback was on. The Californian blonde met the Panther who had just gone to the apron first of all, rushing into that corner with a flying drop kick to send her off the apron to the floor. Seamlessly, Molly darted to the top rope, waiting for the in ring Panther to find her feet, gain her bearings, and home in on where the blonde was. Then Molly flew off at her, a flying cross body block from the top, her blonde hair streaming out like the tail of a glamorous comet as her plunging body bowled the Panther to the canvas. Molly was up quickly again, hitting the ropes to come in fast with a shoulder block as the Panther got to her feet. Momentum met size in a stand off as the Panther laughed at Molly’s attempt to check her to the canvas, and gestured at her to go and try it again. Molly shrugged, hit the ropes, ducked under the predictable clothesline attempt from the Panther, then stunned her as she returned, using a step up off her thigh before flipping her to the canvas with a hurricanrana.
Only now, as the in ring Panther hit the canvas did Molly’s explosion of energy catch up to her. She was down too, looking longingly at the refuge of her corner and there Iris, who had just struggled her way up to the ring apron with the assistance of Harriet, herself just about recovering from her rough treatment by the Black Panthers at the very outset of the match. Molly crawled, her progress agonisingly slow as Iris reached for her. “LET’S GO DOLLS…..LET’S GO DOLLS!” the crowd chanted, encouraging her to reach the fiery brunette and let her pick up the action. On her knees, Molly lunged for her partner’s outstretched hand, just as the Black Panther she’d drop kicked from the apron timed her run around the edge of the ring perfectly to snatch the ankle of Iris and pull her off the apron to the floor. She put the boots to the brunette California Doll while the blonde Molly landed chest first against the turnbuckles in her own corner. Worse for Molly, the quick recovering Black Panther in the ring landed there too, with a flying avalanche splash across Molly’s back to crush the statuesque blonde surfer girl against the turnbuckles. Then a rough handful of hair led Molly back out of the corner before an irate Iris could jump back on to the apron to reach desperately for the fast receding tag. Molly howled as one of the Panther’s raked her eyes, before pushing her back into the corner, and the arms of her waiting tag team partner. A punch went in to the stomach of the blonde who groaned loudly, and Iris finally ran out of patience, running from her corner to try and help her tag team partner.
Unfortunately for the seething brunette, she ran into a surprisingly efficient referee now, and he intercepted her, forcing Iris to watch as one Panther wrapped the tag rope around Molly’s throat, while the other Panther hammered two punches in to the blonde’s body. The Panther in the ring turned, spat at Iris, and reignited the slowly dissipating fury in the brunette. She went for the Panthers once more, forcing the referee to restrain her, crucially allowing the Panthers to go work on Molly once more behind his back, punches sawing into her body to snatch her breath while the tag rope around her throat continued to deny her the chance to replenish her supplies of oxygen.
The crowd jeered angrily, screaming at the ref, imploring him to turn around while he slowly forced an irate Iris out through the ropes to the apron. Of course, when he turned back to the opposite corner, the Panthers were the perfect picture of innocence. Having just raked Molly’s eyes, the Panther on the apron was proudly holding the tag rope, both arms aloft to show that she had been no part of events in the corner. The Panther in the ring, the bigger more powerful of the duo leaned in to send a withering chop across Molly’s breasts, forcing the blonde to moan in pain. “Bring it out of the corner” the referee instructed, and the Panther agreed readily, a handful of the blondes hair put to use in getting her from the corner, into a lift and slam. Then she turned and tagged her partner, who went straight to the top rope and delivered a frog splash to the prone blonde Doll. Quickly she moved into the cover and the crowd held their breath as the refs hand looked to be on the way to making the three count. Then there was a cheer as Iris intercepted at the last second, grabbing the leg of the Panther to pull her off Molly and stop the pin. Another chance though for more double teaming by the Panthers now as the ref dealt with Iris, and the two Panthers clapped hands to make the sound of a tag behind the referee’s back. Both wasted no time in putting the soles of their black boots to Molly as they set up another double team attack. This time the more powerful of the Panthers as the legal woman for her team, and she peeled Molly from the mat, dropping her on to the outstretched leg of her tag team partner in a double team stomach breaker. The outgoing Panther pushed Molly to the mat, the in ring Panther called the ref back over, dropped to her knees, and made a nonchalant cover, one hand on Molly’s face, the other on her breasts. A two count, a long one, but still only two. “LETS GO DOLLS…..LETS GO DOLLS” rang out loudly in the arena as the crowd tried their best to rally their favourites, but there was little respite for Molly.
Pulled up from the canvas roughly by the hair, she was hoisted straight into a crushing bearhug, her feet held clear of the ground by the more powerful Panther. “Gnnaaagghhhh…...oooowwwww!” the blonde moaned, positioned as she was facing over the shoulder of the Panther at her tag partner Iris on the apron as the brunette implored her “keep fighting Moll!”
There was another groan of pain from the blonde, a look of apparent weakening about her as the Panther poured on the pressure with her hands clasped tight at the small of Molly’s back. “Submit bimbo!” the Panther taunted her, quickly adding “or maybe you’re a little pain slut and you’re getting all turned on by this!” with a sneer. The Panther started to pulse the power on and off in her bearhug, knowing that she was surely getting to Molly as she moaned loudly. “Yes….that’s it. You like this!” she taunted.
“No” Molly whined in reply, just before she clocked the Panther with a right hand between the eyes. “Lets go dolls…..LETS GO DOLLS” the crowd built up quickly now. A second right hand between the eyes, an imperceptible weakening of the grasp of the Panther, the excitement starting to build in the crowd for the impending comeback. A third right hand and the Panther wobbled, lost her grip and Molly ran to the ropes to build momentum, only to find that her nemesis was waiting on her to deliver a soul snatching spinning spinebuster. Molly was beaten surely. The atmosphere in the arena sighing in an instant almost as if someone had let the air out of the crowd. The Panther dropped into the cover, snatching Molly’s leg tight, the referee dropped to count and then Iris drew the cheers of the crowd with a low drop kick to knock the Panther off her tag partner once more. As the referee put the brunette half of The California Dolls back out in the corner with a warning to “stay out or I’ll disqualify you” though, everyone in the crowd wondered if it was merely delaying the inevitable. The chant picked up again though, quietly, as the Panther peeled Molly up from the canvas and simply pushed her back to the corner and the arms of her waiting tag partner. Confident that Molly was out of it physically, it was time for some fun as the Panthers elected for a straight up double team molestation of the blonde. From the outside, one Panther looped that tag rope around her throat and started to lick and kiss her face, at the same time cupping a hand over her face possessively. Molly marched on the spot from that alone, even before the other Panther pulled her breasts from her low cut white swimsuit and started to knead and caress them sensually. Molly moaned, not that anyone really heard it with that hand over her mouth, but there was also a spark in her eyes as she found herself forced to slightly straddle the thick thigh of the Panther who was working her breasts so expertly.
The smile was there simply because it was a clumsy attempt at best by the Panthers to get her really turned on when all they’d actually needed to do was keep hurting her because Molly really was a pain slut she would readily admit. This? This was like a light relief to her, although she moaned and groaned along with it, until she decided it was time to fight back, taking the time in the corner to gather herself for one last assault on her tormentors, knowing she needed to make the tag to a pent up Iris on the apron who stamped her feet and waved her arms, desperate to get the crowd going to encourage her tag partner.
It started in the most basic of styles. Molly simply bit the hand of the Panther who was trying to hand smother her, bringing a shocked shriek from the black clad wrestler. Molly kicked out, the sole of her white boot catching the Panther in the ring right in the pit of the stomach. She groaned, doubled up a little and took a pump kick to the chest that straightened her back up immediately. From the outside of the ring, hands reached for Molly again, attempting to stop her progress, but that was met by a firm back elbow to the chest that knocked that Panther to the floor off the apron. Now, a step up off the thigh, and Molly delivered a flying head scissors that was as pretty as a picture to flip the bigger Panther right off her feet. Then, breasts still out of her suit, she started to crawl towards Iris once again as the brunette cried out “COME ON MOLLY, TAG ME!”
“LETS GO DOLLS…...LETS GO DOLLS” the crowd was incessant in it’s support as Iris banged on the turnbuckle in time with the chant, knowing that the noise would help to guide her tag team partner now. Around the edge of the ring, the Panther who had been knocked to the floor was nowhere to be seen. Harriet, her cane back in hand, started to bang the arena floor with it now, adding to the cacophony of noise that peaked just before the anguished cries of the crowd tried to alert Iris to the Panther sneaking up on her, having crawled under the ring to emerge near the corner. Iris was oblivious to it all, her focus only on Molly it seemed, arm outstretched to reach for the tag, but as the Panther lunged to snatch her ankle again, she showed her that all wasn’t quite as it seemed. She jumped, just enough to avoid the grasp of the Panther, and then as she landed, delivered a short back kick to her chest, At that exact point, with perfect timing, Harriet swept low with her cane from behind the Panther, taking out her legs and sending her to the floor on her back. Inside the ring, Molly was almost there, almost then agonisingly intercepted by the other Panther at the very last second as she grabbed Molly’s ankles just short of the corner and the tag. Now Molly rolled to her back, legs still held as she drew them in then pushed off, sending the Panther rolling away to centre ring. Finally, Molly turned back to her stomach, gathered her bearings, and as the Panther lunged for her, she lunged in turn for Iris and her outstretched hand to make the tag.
“On your own Iris!” Harriet advised her from the corner, knowing that Molly was going to need a little while to regain her strength having borne the brunt of the attack from the Panthers. Iris knew that instinctively of course, entering over the top rope with an athletic vault that allowed her to set the bigger Panther reeling with a one footed drop kick. Iris was all momentum and pent up energy as she rushed in to pull the Panther up, lifting and slamming her with impressive strength. Immediately Iris was back in the corner, on to the middle ropes before jumping off with a leg drop across the throat of the Panther. “LETS GO DOLLS…..LETS GO DOLLS!” the crowd roared as Iris snatched the leg and tried for the pin, getting a two count before the kick out. There was no frustration from her though as she simply went to the hair and pulled the Panther to her feet before sending her off to the ropes and flooring her with another drop kick. The crowd cheered now as Iris set off for the ropes, looking to produce a handspring splash by bouncing off the ropes. Unfortunately for her though, as she hit her handspring up against the ropes, the Panther on the outside of the ring had recovered enough to snatch her hand away and Iris, the former cheerleader, fell into an untidy heap against the ropes. As the chorus of boos began again for the nefarious Panthers, both were back in the ring, forcing Iris up so that they could use a double Irish whip to send her into the ropes. On the rebound, Iris simply ran into a 321lb wall of feminine flesh as both Panthers combined to floor her with a double shoulder block. The brunette hit hard, the back of her head looking to have bounced off the canvas, and the Panthers gestured to the crowd to calm down….they were back in control.
Iris was peeled off the mat by the hands of both Panthers in her hair harshly, and she moaned loudly before they send her back into the ropes, and as she rebounded back towards that black clad wall of humanity, it didn’t look good. She startled the Panthers though as they set themselves by simply cartwheeling past them. “HEY IDIOTS!” the Panthers turned as one to see where that voice had come from only to get wiped out by Molly, who had recovered enough to deliver a flying cross-body from the top rope. As she rolled over the Panthers to the mat, she was helped up by her tag partner, and the tempo of the match lifted along with the volume in the arena as both Dolls delivered a drop kick to their slow rising opponents to knock them flat again. It was as if the Dolls were feeding off their audience, their strength and energy growing by the second as they pulled the Panthers from the mat and pushed them to opposite corners of the ring now. Iris looked at Molly, Molly looked at Iris, both knew what to do as they ran past each other to the opposite corner to deliver a splash on the Panther waiting against the buckles for them. “LETS GO DOLLS! LETS GO DOLLS!” the sounds almost deafening in the arena now, as Iris and Molly passed each other again, this time to deliver a step up high knee to the jaw back in their original corner. They both locked the two dazed Panthers in side headlocks then, and delivered them back to centre ring with well timed running bulldogs to leave them lying side by side, ripe for the picking. As the crowd cheered them on, Iris when to the top rope, then climbed up on to Molly’s shoulders before Molly walked out slowly to centre ring. Holding on to Molly’s hands, Iris steadied herself, then flipped down to land on her back on the two Panthers, with their famed Crash Test Doll senton splash. That was a move that had gone to take the fight out of so many opponents during the meteoric rise of The New California Dolls in adult professional wrestling. It would surely be over just as soon as they hit their favoured finisher now. Given the way it had broken down into a two on two in the ring, the crowd were treated to a double Californian Sunset, the name the Dolls had given to their Canadian destroyer finishing moves which were hit in unison and followed by two tight folding pins.
Now the referee looked on for a second as if wondering just who was legal, then shrugged, and counted both pins, giving the victory to The Dolls by a double pinfall to the delight of the crowd. Harriet darted into the ring to raise their hands in victory, then both jumped up on to the ropes to receive the rapturous applause of the crowd amongst who were Jemma and Beth. Cheering along, Jemma gushed “they’re so good! Amazing!” and Beth could really only agree with her, although she still had quite the soft spot for the Infamous Mimi too.
Then, cutting through the cheers of the crowd, the sound of a solitary, slow, slightly ironic round of applause, amplified by a microphone, and a single spotlight illuminated a small blonde figure on the stage where The Dolls had made their entrance earlier. “It’s that little bitch AnnafuckingBelle!” Beth pointed out, just before the diminutive Texas hottie started to speak.
“Oh bravo ladies….so good!” she drawled sarcastically, still applauding slowly as the cheers in the arena subsided to a low booing sound. “I mean….your opponents weren’t up to much, and one of you still has your tits out….yes, looking at you, you cheap blonde slut...but well done. Congratulations. But you’re not the only Dolls around her, and my Dolls….well, they’ll kick your fucking asses all around this arena next week in the main event Battle of the Dolls. So” Annabelle beamed, “of course you should meet….The Demolition Dolls!” as she gestured towards the entrance curtain. Of course, it was Toni and Paislee that appeared, Toni herself a former adult pro world champion, and Paislee no stranger to the adult pro ring either; they drew more jeers from the crowd. Their intervention in the recent main event here between Jemma and Lesa Valentine was still very clearly recalled, meaning that they were far from the flavour of the month in this arena. They also were very unconcerned by the jeers that they received.
“THE DALLAS DESTROYER, TONI…..THE MIDWEST MAULER, PAISLEE…..YOUR DEMOLITION DOLLS!” Annabelle screeched into the microphone. Then jeers from the crowd intensified further still. Toni took the microphone and scolded them now. “Is this the best you people can manage? Is it? I’m the best fucking wrestler in this business, at least you could boo me properly!” the Texan fired at the crowd. “Or maybe you’ll save that until your favourite pretty little playthings down there are bathed in their own blood, tears and cum after Paislee and I wreck them next week….unless they’re too chicken to accept of course!” Toni taunted.
“We’ll fight you right now!” Harriet answered on behalf of her team almost straight away. “Why don’t you come on down here right now?” she said, sitting on the middle rope to hold them open as she waved Toni and Paislee in.
“Oh…..very clever” Toni laughed to the soundtrack of more boos. “No, we’ll give you a week so you’ve got no excuses when we whip you two bitches. But Paislee….why don’t you show them how you deal with weak cunts? Toni asked, just as the second member of the Panthers tag team tried to make her way to the back. Paislee intercepted her by sending the toe of her boot into her black covered belly to double her up. Then, head between her legs, Paislee gripped her around the waist and in one smooth movement took her up and planted her on the stage with a power bomb. The boos and jeers came hard for them now, and Paislee just smiled at the sound of it, then took a small child’s doll from her pocket as the Panther writhed in agony on the stage. With one twist, she pulled the head of the blonde doll off completely, then dropped both parts of the doll onto the prone body of the Black Panther.
“Next week” Annabelle said now. “My Demolition Dolls are going to destroy you pair of Barbies, just…..like…...that. Let’s go girls!” the blonde finished, leading her team off stage to an increasing chorus of boos from the crowd, every single one of who knew very well they would be back in this arena a week from today to see just how their favourites would cope with the fearsome team of the Demolition Dolls!