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Now... Kristi and Dice present



Bexcellent Fashion Patrol
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com) and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)

The scene fades in revealing the tag team of Breezango which consists of Tyler Breeze and Fandango walking down a hallway. Both men are dressed in police hats and shirts with tight fitting black pants as they look with disgust at the state of how many members of the WWE backstage support staff are dressed as Tyler looks back over his shoulder at the camera that's following them, "You know... when we took this job... we'd thought it would be easy, telling people their crimes against fashion, sure there are plenty of uggos out there, but at the very least they should dress well..." Tyler says as a A brief scene cut shows Tyler chastising an absurdly dressed backstage worker as Fandango writes up a ticket on his police-notebook which he then forces into the worker's hand.

When the clip is finished, Tyler and Fandango are show again having stopped walking with both men looking at camera, "But there are so many unappreciative people, who don't understand that we are doing our job to make sure the world is a better place to look at..." Fandango says as another clip is shown, this time showing Tyler Breeze handing a ticket to John 'Bradshaw' Layfield as Fandango tries to take the former WWE Champion's trademark cowboy hat off of his head, resulting in JBL punching Fandango square in mouth before tearing up ticket and chasing off Tyler.

"But that doesn't stop us, no... when you are on fashion patrol, you know that every day is going to present it's challenges... even if it's the same one time and time again..." Tyler says to the camera as a series of clips shows The Vaudevillians, The Usos, Naomi and even SmackDown Commissioner Daniel Bryan being handed citations for their apparent lack of fashion sense.

"And there is... oh no... she's done it again..." Fandango says as at first starts to speak to the camera as someone catches his attention from down the hallway. The camera turns to show what Fandango sees, revealing the Irish Lass Kicker Becky Lynch.

"Oh god... that's just gaudy.... How many times must we write her up..." Tyler says with disgust upon seeing how the first ever SmackDown Women's Champion is dressed. Standing a short distance away, with her back to Fandango and Tyler Breeze, Becky Lynch holding a foam cup with her left hand as she uses her right index finger to push the button, filling the foam cup with coffee. The former SmackDown Women's Champion is dressed in a white tank top and a pair of short, tight fitting green and black checkered shorts, with her fiery and bright hair tied up in a ponytail

Fandango looks at the camera, "That is just ghastly... with that ridicious hair of hers, she should be wearing red instead of green... "

"And that tank top does nothing but point out how large her... what does she call them... boulders are... totally wrong!" Tyler says as he pulls out his fashion policeman's notebook and begins to approach her with Fandango following. "How many times is this now Becky? 15? 20?" I've lost count..." Tyler says as opens the notebook and takes out a pencil from his pocket.

Becky Lynch turns around to face the duo known as Breezango, with a raised eyebrow and looking unimpressed with them "What do you guys want!?" Becky slightly snaps in her Irish accent

"For you to start showing some fashion sense..." Fandango says as he folds his arms while Tyler fills out a ticket.

Becky looks at Fandango before she sets the foam cup of coffee down on the table and folds her arms against her chest, looking at Fandango, still not amused. "Fuck off.." Becky says, with the first signs of her feisty Irish temper starting to show

"You might want to change that attitude, we've been talking to the Commissioner and General Manager about putting fines on these that you'd have to pay..." Tyler says as he rips the ticket out of the notebook and forces it into Becky's freehand.

"Bullshit!" Becky says before she balls up the ticket and tosses it to the floor. "You guys are fucking dumb!"

"Hey we're just doing what needs to be done... SmackDown is the best show, should be the best looking... and they agree..." Fandango says, "But we can be fair with the types of fines we dish out... though you'd owe quite a lot..."

Becky shakes her head "Well I'm not paying shit... ya both can just go fuck yourselves"

"We're doing you a service... and will you please cover up those damn boulders of yours..." Tyler says as he points at Becky's shoulders which cause Fandango to raise an eyebrow.

"Her shoulders? Thought you were pointing out how that tank top shows off her tits..." Fandango says.

Becky raises an eyebrow and points toward chest "Ya guys got a problem with these... well fuck, now it makes sense..." Becky says and then starts to laugh "No wonder ya both look like rejects from the Village People... ya must playing find the nightstick with each other..." Becky Lynch says before innocently raising her hands "No judgment, it's all cool..."

"Someone needs to learn to Be A Star..." Fandango says sarcastically.

"Why would you think I would have a problem with her tits? Those are her best feature, she should wear a low cut t-shirt, showing off her cleavage while hiding her shoulders," Tyler says as he explains himself to his tag team partner.

"Fair point, but its her ass that is her best feature, if she wore red instead of green it would show off the shape perfectly and compliment her hair," Fandango replies.

Becky raises an eyebrow "And glances over her shoulder to look at her ass "Ya really think so?" Becky says before she turns her head to look back at Fandango and Breeze.

"Think? We know so! " Tyler proclaims. "

Not sure about that shoulder theory though..." Fandango says.

Tyler looks as if he's about to explain himself again but waves it off and focuses on Becky, "You think we're joking about being the fashion police of SmackDown... fashion is my life, and any show I'm on will certainly look incredible in every way possible"

"Well... I guess I was takin' ya both the wrong way..." Becky begins to say

"Yeah you did... the only thing at night that gets sticked is hot chicks..." Fandango says as he folds his arms.

Becky smirks a bit at Fandango "Yeah?"

"Yeah, so saying we nightstick each other was uncalled for..." Fandango replies.

Becky shrugs her shoulders "Do ya blame me for thinking it... I mean the way ya two are dressed is fucking ridiculous"

"How we dress is totally appropriate for our needs," Tyler says, "After all no one manufacturers the perfect tear away pants for these uniforms yet..."

"What do ya need tear away pants for?" Becky asks

Fandango scoffs at Becky's question, "Because we're gorgeous... which hot chicks want our night sticks... need to get 'em out on the spot..."

Becky rolls her eyes "Oh please... I doubt ya have anything impressive"

"You'd just love to find out... after all as hot as we look, sure you might doubt that we lack in certain areas... but as SmackDown's Fashion Police we are well equipped..." Tyler says with a smirk.

Becky glances at Tyler Breeze "Doubt it..." Becky says with a shake of her head. The duo that make up the Breezango tag team exchange glances, nod their heads and the put their attention back on Becky as they place their hands on waist line of their tear-away pants. With one smooth gesture, Fandango and Tyler Breeze pull their pants off, revealing thong-styled briefs that do very little to hide the fact both men are very well hung.

Becky presses her lips together and nods her head as she glances down at the crotches of Fandango and Breeze "Alright... I see... ya both may have something."

Tyler and Fandango drape their tear-away pants over their left and right shoulders respectively as Fandango asks,, "Now the question is.... do you want to see... the full monty?"

Becky shrugs her shoulders and smirks "Why not?" Upon the words passing Becky's lips, the scene blurs from view to transition to another portion of the arena, the seamstress area where Fandango and Tyler Breeze are just wearing their police uniform tops that are now unbutton, revealing their smooth yet toned upper bodies as a still fully clothed Becky Lynch rubs her hands against the abs of both men while their long, thick cocks are rising to full attention. "Damn... ya fellas aren't messing around" Becky says as the fingertips from both of her hands trace and feel up the impressive abs and chests belonging to Tyler Breeze and Fandango.

"You need a good night sticking... and we protect against crimes of fashion... and serve the beauties who need what we got..." Fandango says as he places his right hand on Becky's waist.

"Yeah, makes you feel a little bad about telling us to fuck ourselves don't it?" Tyler asks as he places his left hand on Becky's waist as the Irish Lass Kicker moves her hands up and down against their torsos.

"A bit..." Becky admits as she moves her hand against Fandango's chest, while moving her opposite hand against Tyler's abs.

"But I bet you're really feeling... what's that thing you say.... straight fired up... and ready for action...." Fandango says with a smirk as the first ever SmackDown's Womens Champion traces the tips of her fingers against his chest while she doing the same to the abs of Tyler's stomach.

Becky looks at Fandango with a playful smirk as she slides her hand from his chest down to his abs "Possibly..."

"More than possibly..." Tyler says as he and Fandango each move the hand they have on Becky's waist to reach behind her to cup her checkered shorts covered ass. Becky licks her lips as she guides both of her hands to the exposed and hardening cocks belonging to the tag team known as Breezango. As the orange haired starlet closes her fingers around their shafts and begins to stroke them, Fandango and Tyler give Becky's shorts covered backside a squeeze with their hands before letting their hands drop away and each a half step away from each other so that Becky can more easily stroke their dicks.

"Maybe ya fellas aren't that bad..." Becky Lynch comments as she smoothly moves her hands back and forth on the lengths of both cocks

"We're good where it counts the most..." Fandango says with a slight groan as Becky steadily strokes his rigid manhood. Becky laughs before she starts to sink down onto her knees in front of Breeze and Fandango, keeping her hands smoothly working on both cocks.

"And you see where it counts the most..." Tyler says with a moan as Becky flexes her hand at the wrist as she tugs and pulls on his cock, adding a bit of extra torque to her stroking motions. Becky licks her lips before leaning her ponytail styled head toward Fandango's cock, using her tongue to playfully slap and slide over the surface.

"Ahhhh...." Fandango licks his lips as Becky switches back and forth between sliding her tongue against the head of his cock and slapping it from various angles. Becky moves her tongue around in a circular motion before flicking her tongue against his piss-slit. The Ballroom Brawler smirks down at Becky as she tease the tip of his cock with tongue flicking up and down right against the piss-slit.

"Mmmmm...." Becky moans before she turns her head and stars to work her tongue against the tip of Tyler's cock, while she continues to work her hands against the shafts of both men. The Superstar known as Prince Pretty groans quietly as Becky lashes her tongue against the crown of his shaft, letting her saliva fly of her tongue. Becky glances up at Tyler Breeze before she parts her lips and lowers her ponytail styled head on his cock, taking him into her nicely wet mouth

"Awww..." Tyler moans with a gasp as Becky wraps her lips around his cock before she starts to rock her head back and forth on his dick. Becky smoothly bobs her head forward as she sucks on Tyler's cock, while she keeps her hand moving on Fandango's solid and long cock. Fandango licks his teeth as Becky continues to steady stroke his cock as she rotates her hand a bit to apply some extra sensation on his tool while she sucks off his tag team partner.

"Mmmmm" Becky moans as she steadily bobs her head on Tyler Breeze's cock, working her lips down on his shaft. Tyler lays a hand on Becky's head and moves his hips slightly, pushing his cock forward into her mouth every so often. "Mmmmm...mmmm" Becky moans, slapping her tongue on Tyler's cock, while she perfectly bobs her head back and forth while sucking.

"Ohhh someone likes a big beautiful cock..." Tyler moans as Becky works her tongue against the under side of his manhood as she lightly slurps on his tool each time she pulls her head back. Becky slowly eases her head off of Tyler's cock, with his shaft leaving her mouth with a seductive pop once passing her lips. Becky turns her head to Fandango as she guides his cock into her feisty Irish mouth.

"Mmmm..." Fandango moans with appreciation as Becky clamps her lips down on his cock prior to starting to bob her head on his dick. Tyler moves to kneel behind Becky and reaches around her to cup her tits through the material of her tank top. Becky places both of her hands onto Fandango's waist and steadily bobs her head back and forth, working her lips down smoothly on his cock. Fandango lets his arms lightly swing a bit as he watches the Irish Lass Kicker bob her head on his large, meaty cock while Tyler lightly squeezes both of her covered breasts every time Becky moves her head forward on Fandango's tool.

"Mmmmmmm..." Becky moans around Fandango's cock as she turns her head, grinding her lips and lowering her head further down. As Becky is sucking Fandango's cock, Tyler slides his hands down from Becky's tits to the bottom of her tank top which he starts to push upward. Becky playfully slaps her tongue against Fandango's shaft as her sensual lips move on his shaft while steadily sucking with perfection.

"Yeah... ohhh yeah..." Fandango groans as Becky continues to suck his cock while Tyler gets her tank top up over her tits so that he can freely gropes them, working his fingers directly against her skin. Becky gradually lifts her head off of Fandango's cock, with her saliva dripping off. Becky looks up at Fandango with a smirk before she slides her tongue over the head of his cock.

The camera lingers on the sight of Becky teasing the head of Fandango's cock while Tyler plays with her tits before the scene blurs from view. When it clears, Becky is shown seated on one of the sewing tables used by the WWE's seamstresses with Fandango between her legs, thrusting his cock into her tight wet pussy. "Mmmmm...ohhhh yeah... fuck" Becky moans with her legs around Fandango's waist as he pumps into her.

"Mmmm... ahhh..." Fandango grunts lightly with each thrust that he performs as he places his hands on Becky's thighs. He rocks his hips back and forth while slightly shifting his body weight on his feet to put some force behind his thrusts.

"Mmmmm ohhhh fuck..." Becky moans as she moves on the surface of the table, gradually pushing back on Fandango's thrusting cock. The Ballroom Brawler grits his teeth slightly as he pumps his cock continuously into Becky's pussy as she grinds herself against him. He moves his hands to the former SmackDown Women's Champions hips and pulls her forward so that only half of her ass is right on the edge of the table. Becky places her hands behind onto the surface of the table and begins to grind and push on his cock.

"Ohhh... ahh..." Fandango groans as he keeps his pace fairly consistent as he plows his dick fully into Becky's tight irish twat.

"Mmmmm...ohhhh fuck..." Becky moans as Fandango deeply delivers thrust after thrust into her pussy. With Becky leaning back on the table and propping herself up with her arms, Fandango increases the pace of his thrusts, briskly hammering her pussy with deep forward plunges of his manhood. "Ohhhh yeah fella..." Becky moans and moves on the surface of the table with Fandango deeply pounding into her.

With Fandango continuing to drill Becky's tight pussy, the scene gradually blurs from view. When it clears,, the Irish Lass Kicker is shown standing but leaning forward with her hands on the table while Tyler Breeze is behind her, smoothly pumping his cock in and out of her tight pussy while caressing her lower back, hips and ass with both hands. "Mmmmm....ohhhh fuck!" Becky moans as she rocks on her feet with Tyler pumping into her from behind. Becky's nicely rounded ass snacks against his waist as she starts to push back on his cock.

"Ahh.... mmm..." The blond haired wrestler groans as he keeps his pace gorgeously paced, pushing his cock fully into Becky's twat and pulling it nearly all the way out with every thrust.

"Mmmmmm ohhhh fuck yeah, fella!" Becky moans as she bucks her hips to push back on Tyler's cock while he steadily thrusts forward into her nicely wet and tight snatch. Tyler places his hands on Becky's waist before he eventually begins to increase the pace of his thrusts while keeping the same long-form of thrusting his manhood in and out of her pussy. "Mmmmmm.... yeah fuck!" Becky moans and grits her teeth lightly as he deeply pumps his cock into her.

"Ahhhh.... ahhhh..." Tyler moans grunts a bit as he drives his cock forward into the Irish Lass Kicker while glancing down to watch er ass smack against his waist when she bucks back against him.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhh fuck..." Becky moans and eagerly pushes back on his cock. Tyler slides his left hand up Becky's back and entwines his fingers with her orange hair to have her look back at him as he continuously plows every inch of his manhood into her snug, wet and warm fuck hole. "Mmmmm.... ohhhh....ohhhh" Becky moans as she leans back slightly with sweat collecting on her body.

The camera remains filming Tyler fucking Becky from behind for several long moments before shifting from view, being replaced by the sight of Tyler sitting on a metal folding chair with Becky straddling his lap as Fandango gets behind her to push his cock into her tight Irish ass. "Mmmmmm fuck!" Becky moans and places her hands onto Tyler's chest as she starts to rock forward on his cock, with Fandango thrusting into her hot Irish ass.

"Ahhh... awww..." Fandango groans as he places his hands on Becky's shoulders as he works his cock in and out of her asshole. Tyler licks his lips as he lays his hands on Becky's thighs as she rocks on his dick.

"Mmmmm... yeah... mmmm fuck" Becky moans as she moves and rocks her body between Tyler Breeze and Fandango. Tyler leans back on the chair as he starts to move his hips to drive his cock upward into Becky's cunt while watching her tits bounce and jiggle as she rides him. At the same time Fandango is pushing his cock deeper and harder into the first SmackDown Women's Champions anal passage which soon results in his ball colliding with her ass on a regular basis. "Mmmmmm...ohhhhh" Becky moans and tosses her bright and fiery orange hair back as guides her body between their gorgeous bodies and against their skilled thrusts.

"Ahhh yeah... mmmm..." Tyler moans as he performs a series of sharp vertical thrusts that causes Becky to bounce on his cock.

"Ohhhh ahhh..." Fandango grunts while he continues to ram his tool into the depths of Becky's Irish Ass.

"Mmmmmm..." Becky moans and rocks on Tyler's cock, pushing back against Fandango's cock in her ass. The pair of Superstar who proclaimed themselves to be SmackDown's Fashion Police increase the pace and force of their respective thrusts as they double team the orange haired starlet as she eagerly moves between them. "Mmmmmm...ohhhhh" Becky moans, moving her hands against Tyler's chest as she bounces on his cock, increasing her pace as Fandango continues to skillfully pound her ass Fandango clenches his teeth as he drills Becky's ass while tightening his grip on her shoulder, while Tyler is driving his tool briskly upward into her tight cunt. "Mmmmmmm....ohhhhhh fuck!" Becky moans and grits her teeth as she sharply rocks forward on Tyler's cock.

As the scene begins and completes its next transition, Fandango is laying on top of the seamstresses table with Becky mounted on top of him as he thrusts his cock up in to her pussy while Tyler is positioned behind her pumping his cock deeply into her ass. Becky bites down on her bottom lip as she swiftly bounces up and down on Fandango's cock, grinding down and then pushing back on Tyler in her ass "Ahhh... ohhhh... mmmm...." Tyler grunts as he keeps his hands on Becky's lower back as he pops his hips repeatedly to ram his cock forward into her ass. Fandango raises his hands to grab and play with Becky's breasts while pushing his whole shaft up into her twat each time she drops downward.

"Mmmmmm...." Becky moans as she rocks forward on Fandango's cock, perfectly bouncing and lowering herself eagerly. Fandango sits up a bit to angle his head to where he can lap his tongue against Becky's tits as he gropes them, while at he same time Tyler is eagerly fucking Becky's ass, with his balls slapping against the flesh of her backside every few seconds. "Mmmmm...ohhhh fuck..." Becky moans and licks her teeth as she rock and pushes her body back against Tyler.

"Mmmmm... mmmm..." Fandango moans as he laps his tongue against both of Becky's tits while she grinds her cunt on his cock.

"Aww... ahhh..." Tyler grunts with the effort he's putting into hammering Becky's ass, but he smirks when it seems like she glances back at him for a moment.

"Mmmmm...mmmmmm fuck!" Becky moans and throws her body back and forth between Fandango and Breeze, both cocks deeply pounding her ass and pussy.

Every lustful second of Becky Lynch moving between SmackDown's resident fashion police officer is capture on camera as sweat coats the trio's bodies as the scene blurs from view, only to be replaced with the sight of Becky bobbing her head on Tyler's cock while he's sitting on the table as Fandango is behind her, pumping his cock into her soaking wet twat. "Mmmmmm..." Becky moans around Tyler's cock as she places her hands onto his legs, while she bobs her head at a steady pace, rocking on feet as Fandango thrusts her into from behind.

"Ahhhh... mmm yeah... ahhh..." Fandango groans as he slides his hands against Becky's hips as he briskly drills her cunt. Tyler lays a hand on Becky's head as she sucks and slurps on his cock.

"Mmmmmm...mmmm" Becky moans, bobbing her bright orange haired head on Tyler's cock, sucking as her lips travel the length of his cock. Tyler leans his head back and closes his eyes, breathing fairly rapidly as Becky eagerly sucks his cock. At the same time, Fandango's pace is nearly frantic as he hammers Becky's pussy nonstop. "Mmmmm...mmmmm" Becky moans and moves forward on her feet due to Fandango's thrusts, causing her head to lower further and Tyler's cock to go deeper into her mouth.

"Ahhh.... ahhhh..." Fandango moans as his cock begins to throb, but that doesn't lead him to slow down as he keeps up a pace that is clearly desired by the Irish lass Kicker while she swallows the full length of Tyler's cock.

"Mmmmmm..." Becky moans and turns her head on Tyler's cock, grinding her lips and smoothly dropping her head all the way down, with her saliva heavily coating his shaft.

"Ohhhh ahh yes... ahhh..." Tyler moans as Becky slobbers heavily on his cock as she lifts her head up to the tip followed by dropping her head straight downward on a repeated basis. Becky rocks on her feet and pushes back on Fandango's cock, with her nicely shaped ass smacking against his muscular and tanned waist

"Ahhh... awww.... ahhhh..." Fandango groans as delivers a series of sharp thrusts before pulling out of Becky's pussy. Gripping his shaft, he strokes it briefly before he starts to cum, shooting several thick ropes of spunk onto Becky's ass cheeks. Becky lifts her eyes and looks up at Tyler Breeze as she continues to steadily bob her head back and forth, while she slaps her tongue against the bottom side of his cock.

"Mmmmm..." Tyler nods his head as Becky slaps her tongue against the bottom side of his cock as she continues to suck him off. Once Fandango is finished cumming on Becky's ass, Tyler eases himself off the table while she moves down to her knees all while keeping his dick in her mouth just as it starts to throb slightly. Becky moves her hands to Tyler's waist and continues to bob her head, sucking on his cock. Tyler moans through his teeth as Becky keeps up her straight fiery approach to sucking his cock as it throbs and twitches with increasing frequency between her lips.

"Mmmmmm" Becky moans as she bobs her head smoothly on Tyler's pulsating cock.

"Ahhh... ahhhh fuck... ahhh..." Tyler gasps as he tries to pull his cock out of Becky's mouth just as he starts to cum, giving the Irish Lass Kicker a mouth full of jizz. Becky seductively looks up at Tyler as a majority of his cum stays within her mouth, however, some drips out onto her lips and chin as he withdrawals his cock. "Fucking gorgeous..." Tyler says as the last few burst of cum escape from his cock and land on Becky's bottom lip.

Becky Lynch raise an eyebrow and then laughs "No shit... fella."

"If you don't want to... have this happen again... take our fashion advice..." Fandango says as he lays a hand on the back of Becky's orange haired head.

Becky smirks "That a threat?"

"More like an incentive..." Fandango smirks, "If you don't want us coming after you.... or on you..." He adds with chuckle.

Becky shrugs her shoulders "Well I ain't changing a thing."

"Then we'll just after... come give you tickets... and night sticking... again... and again..." Tyler says as the scene fades to black with the last image being that of a nodding Becky Lynch, implying she's not going to mind the hassle.

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