Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 17:38:38 GMT
With a hint of cache remaining in the long-limbed ladies of Leggs’ Queens of the Ring tourney victory and their Mania success against FIC, blonde and brunette pace nervously for their biggest opportunity yet, a shot at the tag titles.
As the music of the towering twosome hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated support. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
Mariel ‘Legs’ McGinty
Valerie ‘Stems’ Stipanovic
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to the other and glide their hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful grappler. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette move to the barriers on either side of the aisle, sending a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin blossoms on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight fight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time and is for the FAWN tag team championships. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves partially through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the opposite number through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready for the arrival of their opponents.
After having deported the Swedes from the FAWN tag title picture and sending War Party back to the reservation, Collusion’s tallest task yet waits in the ring and the True American is not at all happy about the circumstance.
During negotiations for their next defense, Bethany Christian insisted the leggy ones deserved the opportunity. Polly made counters with a half-dozen other choices, not surprisingly none nearly as physically imposing to a woman who could barely ride the E-tickets at Disney. Despite her best efforts, the Queens of the Ring await the tag champions and Polly would have to find a way when no one thinks it likely. Luckily, that’s what she does for a living.
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, and the crowd is brought to life as with shock therapy.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
Blue America’s least favorite, little blonde antagonist strides to center stage. Beside her is the woman she’d introduced to the big time and who now stands with her as a champion, Kira Koslova. The Fox&Friendly blonde and her Russian redhead scan the proletariat, each with a golden championship slung over a shoulder.
Polly Lockwood
Kira Koslova
The women raise their trophies high and the increasing number of ‘Polly Patriots’ rise in support, the Star Spangled Bytch collecting more of Trump’s base with each successive victory. Still in the significant minority, the Patriots salute their leader, her partner and their anthem. The far from silent majority make themselves known in completely different fashion, raining a cascade of boos toward the obnoxious Trumpeter and her Russian ruffian.
The flaxen-haired hardbody brings a crisp salute to her brow to signal her troops then lets the liberal snowflakes know what she thinks of them by fashioning the knife-edge into a salute of the middle finger variety.
The True American is in her own brand of battle fatigues, Polly proudly sporting her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
Lockwood sports her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders.
She turns and accepts her new partner in a literal Russian bear hug. As the crowd’s jeers rise in volume, the duo separate and start down the ramp to defend their titles.
Kira throws off a full length grey fur coat and white wool hat to reveal a simple red one piece, with one unusual aspect — a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle, Koslova embracing her dictatorial roots even more forcefully than her hero, President Vlad. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, complete the woman’s attire.
Arm in arm, the international team march confidently to the ring, Polly occasionally jawing with the fans who’ve watched too much fake news and saluting those with enough common sense to understand she’s the best this country and thus the world has ever produced. Koslova is a picture of former Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics, steering clear of them altogether as she tramps to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Lockwood is energized next to her powerful ally, as she informs the Incorporated challengers they’ll soon be cut down to size. The Russian leads her teammate up the steps as the announcer makes their introduction official.
“And their opponents...hailing from Buffalo, New York and St. Petersburg, Russia, respectively, at a combined weight of two hundred and forty pounds…the FAWN tag team champions…Polly Lockwood and Kira Koslova, together they commit COLLUSION!”
Koslova sits on the middle cable and pushes the top upward to make room for her fellow colluder. Polly dives through the opening, landing and rolling through a somersault, the momentum of which she uses to pop to her feet. Kira swings her legs through, climbs off the middle rope and strides to the Pernicious Patriot in less dramatic fashion.
Kira hands a microphone to Polly then relieves Lockwood of her banner/cape, neatly folding the Stars-n-Stripes and placing it in Collusion’s corner.
“Kira and I are forced to continue to teach you pathetic slobs until every single one of you understand. There is no one better. Just as our glorious president cannot be equaled, these bumbling giraffes will know there’s nothing like Collusion. Believe me.”
There is little doubt most do not, as the reaction from the crowd proves Lockwood would lose the popular vote in a landslide.
The vertically-challenged Polly gazes up into the eyes of her opponents.
“You two are Queens without a queendom and there’s no room for oversized genetic freaks in my country!”
With Koslova back and massaging Polly’s shoulders, Lockwood lets the stick tumble from her fingers, hitting the deck with a CLUNK. Collusion backpedals to their corner, Kira stepping through the ropes to leave the Star Spangled Bytch to mount the initial attack on the challengers.
Leggs, Inc. takes little time in their response, Mariel assuring her partner she’s going to wrap the xenophobic munchkin up in a bright red ribbon and deliver Valerie a gift in a minute or two.
McGinty moves to the middle and Polly looks the near six-footer up and down from the relative safety of her corner. She turns and tags Koslova into the match offering words of encouragement to the relative ‘big girl’ of the team, who in this instance remains at a physical disadvantage, particularly in terms of reach.
The Russian stoically enters while the True American quickly evacuates. Koslova strides confidently to where a smirking Mariel awaits someone. The long limbs of the blonde immediately pay dividends when she shoots her right leg forward and thrusts it into the belly of the approaching redhead, gutting Kira.
With Koslova doubled in front of her, Mariel draws her foe into a tight front facelock, wrenching at the Russian’s neck. Koslova moves her hands to McGinty’s hips and shoves her off. But Mariel uses the momentum to back into the cables behind her and rebound toward the still slightly bent Red Menace. Surging toward the title holder, Mariel lifts her right leg, Big Boot at the end, aiming it for Koslova’s left temple. But the Russian pivots away from the impact, letting the towering blonde fly by, Mariel skidding to a stop and turning to reacquire her missed target.
She gets barely a step before Kira pirouettes into a discus clothesline ROCKING McGinty BUT not putting her down, Koslova losing some of her leverage having to leap to deliver the blow to McGinty’s collar. Still, Legs’ baby blues are wide with shock and she stumbles into the ropes behind her.
Koslova follows, grabbing a wrist and shoulder and flinging McGinty out of the strands with an Irish whip. The colluder chases after the rebounding Mariel, meeting her in the middle with another ballerina-like spin but this time leading with a raised leg. The spinning heel kick is meant to deliver footwear to features, but with McGinty’s height, the kick THWACKS into the cleft of her modest bosom.
Again, the challenger is knocked backward instead of over. McGinty backpedals to the ropes and the rubber-coated steel bounces her toward the sneering Russian, Kira displeased she hasn’t taken the long-limbed blonde off her feet. The Red Menace eliminates that problem by SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of the midriff of her foe. Impaled by the lowered shoulder of Polly’s partner, Mariel folds in half around the impact and is buried into the canvas by the tackle, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ at the sight.
Mariel hugs her gutted tummy, groaning as she rolls from shoulder to shoulder beside the Russian, Kira showing little sign of satisfaction. Surmising it’s too early to go for a pinfall, Koslova instead decides it’s time to reach into her Communist era bag of tricks, fashioning her hand into a set of talons and sending them digging into the face of the challenger, her Iron Claw sinking into cheeks and temples and forehead.
Mariel spasms as if she’s been introduced to 10,000 volts. With McGinty horizontal, her height advantage is eliminated and Koslova presses her digging digits in, clenching her palm and cutting off the blonde’s sensory apparatus slowly but surely. Mariel’s limbs flail wildly and with the claw pressing down on her cranium, her shoulders both sit against the canvas for…
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McGinty shoves a shoulder up but the Iron Claw continues to bear down, her baby blues looking glassier by the second. Finally, she’s able to swing an open left hand up and CRACK it against the cheek of the redhead, swinging Koslova’s noggin to the side. It’s enough for the stilettoes to loosen and Mariel pushes the steely grip off at the wrist, quickly rolling to her chest so it can’t be applied again.
Polly seems more upset than the stoic Putinista. As Koslova rises to vertical, the leggy blonde pushes to hands and knees. Kira ‘helps’ her foe up the rest of the way with a tug on Mariel’s wrist. Trading her grip for a handful of golden locks, Koslova surges to the ropes, leaps to the middle ropes and springboards off. Heading for the center of the ring, Koslova yanks McGinty with her and PLANTS Mariel’s features into the canvas with a signature facebuster.
<B>Springboard Kneeling Facebuster </B> ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9Fm2mN_Nzw )
Mariel flops to her back, baby blues glazed, arms outstretched. It’s too much of an invitation for the Russian not to try another pin and she gets a…
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THRNOOO!
A shade closer but no Cuban cigar for the Red Menace as McGinty uses her neverending legs to kick her way out of the pinfall attempt. Seated, Mariel stares blankly into the crowd, the FAWNatics picking up a chant of ‘MARE-EEE-ELLL’. An agitated Lockwood turns on the pinheads.
“You people are what’s wrong with this country. Luckily, Kira and I know what’s good for you.”
The Russian isn’t concerned about Orlando’s rabble. She plucks the blonde off the mat, drawing the drained ‘Legs’ to her feet. Kira lifts a well-placed knee into McGinty’s breadbasket, doubling over long, lean and leggy. The St Petersburg native nuzzles in close, securing one arm in an underhook grip. The second follows suit quickly after.
Throwing her frame into reverse, Kira lays out and RIPS Mariel off her boot soles, sending her foe through a front flip to land on her spinal column with a beautiful Butterfly Suplex
Butterfly Suplex(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ ).
Momentum brings McGinty back to a seated position, her face twisted in pain, a hand racing to her lower vertebrae, trying to massage her bruised back. On the sidelines, Valerie emphatically calls on her partner to get to the corner for a tag, but Kira corrals the Incorporated blonde in a side headlock as Mariel makes her feet.
Kira races toward a neutral corner with her cargo in tow, as she reaches her destination, the redhead leaps between the top and middle strands next to the corner and ‘guides’ Mariel’s forehead into the middle buckle with incredible force with her patented turnbuckle bulldog.
Turnbuckle bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ )
McGinty’s noggin rockets away from the impact, the blasted blonde ending in a daze on her back. The smirking Rooskie, seated on the rubber-coated steel takes a moment to enjoy her continued dominance. But the yelping Polly ends the blissful moment of punishment, the Star Spangled Bytch demanding entry.
Kira swings her legs in a 180 and lands within the ring’s confines. She walks to her ‘Permanent Resident’ sponsor, making sure she stomps a Russian boot into the lightly tanned midriff of the splayed McGinty on the way and graciously tags in the greedy little hardbody, as usual Polly wanting to pick at the bones like an All-American vulture.
Lockwood races to McGinty, the stubborn Mariel on one knee, trying to make it up and over to her partner. But the surly Polly ends that idea. Using Mariel’s knee as a stepping stone, she swings a Shining Wizard kick into the left temple of the blonde, scrambling ‘Legs’ gray matter with a possibly concussive blow, McGinty sent sprawling. The True American kips to her feet to a smattering of applause from the few Polly Patriots in the sellout crowd.
She salutes them crisply then marches to Mariel’s side. Facing away from the downed challenger, the vertically-challenged Lockwood leaps into a backflip, meaning to splash the remaining air of her foe with a standing moonsault. Mariel has other ideas, folding her lengthy legs and providing Polly an altogether different crashpad, Lockwood’s tanned tummy gutted by McGinty bony kneecaps.
A gagging Polly rolls away from the potentially disastrous mistake, ending in a fetal ball, hugging her belly. Mariel rolls to hands and knees, crawling toward the extended hand of her partner, Stipanovic begging to get in. A few feet from salvation, McGinty is caught by the ankle from behind by a still groaning but ambulatory Lockwood. Mariel uses her free leg to push to vertical then breaks Polly’s grip on her opposite number with a shove of her stem.
Catching her balance after a momentary stumble, a determined Lockwood turns to chase down Mariel and keep the flagging blonde in peril, but instead finds McGinty charging toward her with Big Boot raised and Mariel PLOWS the sole right between the eyes of the Pernicious Patriot, Polly sent to the canvas at warp speed, the back of her skull CRACKING into the canvas, the champion left in a dumbfounded spreadeagle.
Skidding to a stop, Mariel collects herself for a moment then lowers a huge double leg drop across the chest and throat of the Star Spangled Bytch. She leaves her endless stems draped across Lockwood and when Polly’s spasming body stills, Castle slaps out the…
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Polly shoves a shoulder off the deck, rolling to her side and reaching vainly toward the Red Menace, Kira several feet further away than the end of Lockwood’s reach.
“No…no…no…MAGA maniac,” Mariel says softly but surely. “Time to go Mueller on your little ass.”
McGinty tugs Polly to her feet by a wrist and shoulder and heaves her to the Leggs, Inc. corner, Lockwood sent on a sprint by the force of the towering blonde’s Irish Whip. The vertically-challenged blonde barrels into the buckles chest first, the crowd reflexively groaning from the sight of the impact.
Polly staggers out of the corner in a drunken backpedal only to get face planted by a dropkick to the back of her skull. Satisfied she’s given her partner the proper entry point, Mariel steps on the base of Polly’s spine to reach Valerie and tags in the Incorporated brunette.
While Stipanovic enters, her flaxen-haired counterpart fails to exit and both women peel a reeling Lockwood off the canvas. Twin towers on either shoulder of the short, slumped ‘Patriot’, the teammates dip and scoop the True American off the canvas behind the knees. They lift Lockwood high, Polly’s eyes widening with anxiety, and lay out, THUMPING the champion into the canvas with a sandwich suplex. Polly arches in pain from the landing on her aching vertebrae.
Nick scolds the tardy McGinty for not having left the field of play but without starting his count, Mariel ignores the harassing official as she and Val clamber to their feet, again tugging the Star Spangled Bytch up with them. Mariel holds an extended index finger to her lips to shush Castle and together Leggs, Inc, bully Polly to the ropes. Bouncing out, the duo heaves Lockwood to the far strands, Polly nearly flying across the canvas. The diminutive hardbody rebounds toward the charging twosome, Valerie and Mariel lifting stereo Big Boots to remove Lockwood’s head from her shoulders.
Thankfully for the Polly Patriots in the crowd, the honey blonde ducks under. Not a difficult task for a woman of her limited height, and races onto the next set of cables. Watching with growing concern, Kira slides down the outside of the ropes and tags the shoulder of her colluder. But the tag doesn’t stop Polly from dashing toward the stationed challengers. Each pivots to face the other and collects Lockwood under an arm, where they set a new Olympic Biel Toss record with Polly, Leggs, Inc. tossing Lockwood a good half dozen feet across the ring, the champ landing with a ring-rattling BANG before sliding to a stop and twisting into an agonized arch.
As McGinty and Stipanovic watch the wreckage with satisfaction, Koslova slips into the ring, Castle slapping his hands to acknowledge the tag’s legal. The redhead throws a clip into the knees of Leggs, Inc, Mariel’s right and Valerie’s left, forcing both women to genuflect in pain. Scurrying to her feet, the Red Menace steps in front of her foes, surrounding the lowered head of each with a front facelock. She falls to her back DDTing both blonde and brunette from their half-kneeling positions, the FAWNatics groaning as the spiked heads of the challengers sends them flopping to their backs in a pair of spreadeagles.
A seated Koslova takes a moment to enjoy her vantage and crawls to Valerie’s side, dropping across the decked brunette in a lateral press, hooking a long lower limb for the pin and the win at…
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Stipanovic uses her free leg and a pelvic thrust to keep herself alive, kicking out of the pinfall attempt. She rolls to her chest while Castle starts to shovel the dazed Mariel toward the outside.
The risen Russian moves to a forward standing straddle of the still horizontal Valerie. Dipping, she slaps the brunette’s sides, reflexively drawing Stipanovic’s wrists within easy snatching distance. With the handles, Kira pulls Val’s upper body off the canvas, placing a boot between the shoulderblades of the brunette. Only just realizing her circumstance, Valerie’s dark eyes widen, her head shaking a brief ‘no’ before her face rockets into the thinly-sheathed plywood from Koslova’s curbstomp.
Valerie’s body goes slack after impact, face down, her long, tanned frame shuddering then falls still. A recovering Polly, seeing Castle remains occupied with removing Mariel, runs in for some leftovers, rolling Stipanovic to her back and, from a kneeling front straddle, delivering taste-removing bytch slap after bytch slap. Kira watches with stoic acceptance of the furious five-footer’s actions until a returning Nick peels Polly off and chaperones the Star Spangled Bytch to her proper location.
The Russian places a boot on the gulping tummy of the brunette and whistles at Nick to get his attention. Castle races back to the pin and dives to the canvas to pound out the…
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Val shoves a shoulder up under the arrogant attempt, the crowd showing its satisfaction the Queens of the Ring winners wouldn’t be failing in such spectacular fashion.
Kira pulls the splayed Stipanovic to her feet and moves shoulder to shoulder. She grapevines her right leg around Val’s left then sinks a pair of claws into Valerie’s trapezius.
Two-handed Shoulder Claw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBXz13ZcCbE )
Viciously working the doubled challenger, she requests Castle ask Stipanovic if she wants to surrender. But barely after getting the words out of her mouth, Valerie slips an arm between her foe’s legs and ‘hups’ a startled Kira across her shoulders. With the agony in her traps growing, there’s little time for anything but a Samoan Drop and Val lays out, SLAMMING Kira to the deck in a CRUNCHING display of strength.
Koslova’s talons are released at impact, moving instead to her lower back, face etched in pain. Bouncing to a seated position after the Samoan, a wincing Valerie pushes to her feet, spins to face the downed Rooskie and drops a scythe-like set of splits, the front leg landing flush across Kira’s throat.
Split Leg Drops (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB_Th-QPOrk )
The Russian spasms wildly, her windpipe smashed from the blow. The leggy brunette keeps her lower limb draped as her foe settles and Castle drops by the colluder’s shoulder to slap out the…
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Kira kicks her way from under Val’s extended stem, rolling to her side as she tries to choke in some oxygen.
Having left the squared circle for the relative safety of the outside, Polly reaches a hand in under the bottom cable, clasping it with one of Koslova’s and begins dragging her fellow colluder to join her. Stipanovic isn’t interested in any interruption and latches onto both of Kira’s ankles. The long, lean brunette pushes to her feet, raising Koslova’s lower end as she does.
Valerie seems to consider for a moment then gives into her baser instincts, PLOWING a punt into the abdomen of the Rooskie. The blow loosens Kira’s handle on Lockwood’s palm and Stems is able to swing the redhead into a hammer throw heave that sends Koslova splattering to her chest dead center.
Kira rolls to her back and pushes to hands and knees, shaking out some cobwebs. The long-limbed brunette watches with fascination, seemingly impressed at Koslova’s durability. She strides confidently to the champion from behind but Kira hears footsteps and spins to face her foe. Valerie is ready with a change in gameplan dropping into a set of splits and slapping the taste out of Kira’s mouth.
Split Slap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfxFtyX1X3k )
The Russian’s head is turned and she staggers off after it. Meanwhile, Stipanovic spinneroonis to her feet to the roar of the partisan crowd. When Koslova wobbles through a 180 and moves toward her, Val has another answer, leaping toward the redhead and grabbing her braincase. Stems drops to a set of splits, CRACKING the St. Petersburg native’s jaw. The Red Menace fights to remain vertical but concedes to gravity, ending on all fours from the impact.
Split-legged jawbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exZe4Ufoe8o )
Instantly, Valerie is on the move, hitting the ropes to the Russian’s side and barreling back at the lowered noggin of the champ, again splitting her everlasting lower limbs to deliver a Yakuza kick to the left temple of the reeling Rooskie. Kira flops to her back in a dazed starfish. The brunette dives atop Koslova in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
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Kira kicks out, if far from powerfully. Stipanovic takes a fleeting glance at Castle before the challenger leaves the spreadeagled Kira dead center and ambles to the Leggs, Inc. corner where she hands the reins to Mariel with a tag.
Polly furiously protests from the opposite corner as the blonde enters, but Valerie is slow to take her place on the outside. The partners move to the bedraggled Russian and hover, taking a second to determine how to make the statement they would soon rule the tag roost in FAWN.
Racing in opposite directions, blonde and brunette simultaneously leap onto the middle cable, grabbing the top, and springboard into a u-turn that sends them flying toward Koslova. McGinty takes the high road, her leg drop CRASHING across Kira’s throat and chest, while Valerie’s RAMS into the redhead’s midriff.
Koslova shudders and falls still under the double-teaming, four-leg drop. Stipanovic hurries for the exit as her flaxen-haired counterpart remains draped across the demolished colluder, ready for the exchange of the belts at…
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THRENOOO!
The Pernicious Patriot, perceiving what most in the arena have, shoots through the ropes and breaks up the pin with a diving clothesline of the seated Mariel. Scraping the blonde off her partner with the blow, Lockwood follows with a handful of hair to rip McGinty off the deck as she rises. Polly keeps Mariel bent at the waist, a necessary concession to giving up nearly a foot in height, and leads Mariel to a neutral corner.
“Nobody cheats America out of what it deserves,” the diminutive blonde hardbody growls. “Hilary learned that and now you will.”
Lockwood SLAMS Mariel’s head into the top buckle, one, two, three times, Nick continuing to give the ‘patriot’ leeway as he had for Leggs, Inc. moments earlier. But at three wicked impacts, McGinty throws up a braking leg against the middle buckle. She rams a back elbow into Polly’s chest and flips grips on the title holder. A snarling Mariel proceeds to THUMP Polly’s braincase into the thinly-padded juncture of the ropes with what seems nearly twice the force for a full ten-spot, the crowd chanting along by the end of the set.
Relenting after one last extra–large thrust, ‘Legs’ watches Polly drunkenly stumble away from the corner, wobbling toward the still starfished Koslova. Gravity and bad luck work against Collusion as Polly’s gams finally ‘turn off’ and she takes a header straight into commie crotch, plowing a head butt into her partner’s privates.
Kira shoots to a seated position, face etched in agony, with Lockwood’s face still buried in between her thighs. Koslova gingerly rolls the gobsmacked blonde from between her legs and curdles into a fetal ball.
Jubilant in the moment, McGinty raises both arms high, lording over the broken Collusion, the assembled roaring with appreciation and anticipation of new tag champs. Moving to Polly, Mariel collects the bewildered True American and hauls Lockwood to her feet. McGinty walks Polly to her corner and prepares to toss her over the top when a thumb from the Star Spangled Bytch jabs into her left eye.
Mariel shrieks in pain, releasing her grip on Lockwood. Spinning away, she rubs furiously at the injured socket. A gulping Polly slips through the ropes and calls to her colluder, Kira having made it to one knee.
The Putinista pushes to vertical and lurches toward the Collusion corner, diving the last few feet to slap the hand of her partner. Polly enters and stalks the half-blinded blonde, leaping onto McGinty’s back, her abbreviated legs wrapping around Mariel’s midriff, her arms snaking around Legs’ cranium in a sleeper grip.
Mariel tries to reach behind her to snag the little bulldog by her honey-blonde, shoulder-length locks but finds no purchase and after a dozen seconds of futilely trying, her long lethal limbs give a shudder.
With one eye red and watering, vision compromised, Mariel can’t seem to find the Leggs, Inc. corner and the crowd’s worried bleating only heightens her seeming panic. As McGinty suffers a rubbery-legged wobble and her arms fall limply to her sides, the die appears cast, until Mariel hears the pleas of her partner and turns to the begging Valerie, arm outstretched. All appears lost, when Mariel turns away but she does so on purpose, falling into a backpedal that ends with McGinty SANDWICHING Polly into the buckles of the Incorporated corner, forcing a huge groaning exhale from the bugeyed bigot.
Val taps her counterpart’s shoulder to make herself legal and folds through the cables, Mariel continuing to press her back into the wriggling Lockwood to keep her in place. With Stipanovic safely in, McGinty wearily steps aside and passes on a double-teaming session to work at her injured eye. A snarly Val tugs Polly out of the corner by a wrist and an unapologetic handful of golden locks.
Moving her to the middle, Valerie digs one of her lethal legs DEEP into Lockwood’s tanned tummy with a toe kick, doubling over the True American, Polly bent and gasping. Stipanovic backpedals into the ropes behind her and springs out, leaping with one leg raised as she reaches Polly. The limb leans against the back of the champ’s noggin and Polly’s flawless features are POUNDED into the thinly-sheathed plywood with Stems’ signature Famelegger
<B>Famelegger</B> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU )
Lockwood flops to her back from the impact, ending in a limp starfish next to the seated and satisfied Stipanovic. But Valerie doesn’t go for the obvious pin. Instead, Val rises, moves to Polly’s feet and collects them at the ankles, raising both limbs.
Stems skillfully steps around the left leg. She drops to her back side, securing Polly’s gams in a familiar figure of four. Already igniting Lockwood into howling cries from her previous stupor, the screams of pain intensify in pitch and volume when Valerie rises to an unrivalled bridge, moving into the Figure-Eight.
Figure-Eight (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS9isyjaFUM )
As Polly’s right palm hovers over the canvas, the Star Spangled Bytch ready to tap, Kira enters the ring determined to save her partner. But the eagle-eyed Castle is ready and intercepts the charging Russian.
While Kira struggles to escape the man’s grasp, two hooded figures leap over the barricade from the front row. Throwing off their black hoodies, the blonde heads for a rightly distracted Mariel while the brunette scurries by, sliding under the ropes. McGinty points and shouts at the ref regarding the interloper, but the blonde behind her rips Mariel’s feet out from under her and she drops off the apron, her jaw BANGING into the hardest part of the deck. Mariel’s head snaps back from the impact and she’s left splayed on the floor, GINNIFER CHADWICK hovering over her, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face.
Ginnifer Chadwick
In the squared circle, GABBY MENDOZA delivers an elbow drop to gut of the arched Valerie, breaking her Figure-8 instantly and leaving Stems hugging her tummy. An oblivious Polly rolls to the side, pulling her aching leg tight to her chest.
Gabby Mendoza
Blowing a huge pink bubble from her gum, Mendoza tugs Val to her feet. She pops the orb with her tongue then turns and races to the ropes behind her. Rebounding, she leaps and ‘pops’ Valerie into a stupor with her infamous ‘Bursting Your Bubble’ codebreaker, Gabby pulling the challenger down as she lays out, JAMMING her knees into the forehead of her rival, Val one of the women who’d beaten G-Thang in the Queens of the Ring final.
Bursting Your Bubble (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Valerie whiplashes away from the impact, ending in stupefied single file.
Watching over the Castle’s shoulder, Kira knows well enough to keep her fight going and the man busy. While she does, Gabby grabs Polly’s left wrist and drags the dazed ‘patriot’ to her long-limbed challenger. She drapes the clueless champ across Stems and dives out of the ring.
Koslova throws up her hands instantly, conceding Nick is right and that she shouldn’t have tried to interfere. The redhead slides through the ropes, simultaneously pointing over the zebra’s shoulder.
Pleased Kira’s finally taking his advice, Castle takes hers and finds the pin in place. Racing to the combatants’ sides, he slaps the canvas for the…
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THREEEE!!!!
Not waiting a moment, perhaps concerned Castle might see a delighted Gabby and Ginny hugging on the outside, Koslova enters and sprints to her fellow colluder, plucking Polly off the demolished Valerie and raising Lockwood to rubbery legs.
“Wuhhh.We won?” Polly asks.
“DA! Ve remain championz,” Kira replies, leaning a shoulder into Lockwood’s so she can continue standing and receive the belts from the confused but committed Castle.
Mariel massages her jaw as she slides under the bottom rope, moving to check on the still splayed but stirring Stipanovic. She points at G-Thang pleading for an appeal and a restart but Nick shrugs as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners by pinfall…and STILL FAWN Tag Team champions…COLUSION!”
Koslova helps Polly to the ropes and through under a rainstorm of boos while a redfaced McGinty stares daggers at the waving G-Thang.
“Your time will come,” Mariel shouts at a gum-popping Gabby.
“Your time to become champs is come and gone ya hormone-enhanced freak,” Mendoza replies. “Ours, not so much.”
As the music of the towering twosome hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated support. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
Mariel ‘Legs’ McGinty
Valerie ‘Stems’ Stipanovic
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to the other and glide their hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful grappler. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette move to the barriers on either side of the aisle, sending a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin blossoms on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight fight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time and is for the FAWN tag team championships. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves partially through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the opposite number through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready for the arrival of their opponents.
After having deported the Swedes from the FAWN tag title picture and sending War Party back to the reservation, Collusion’s tallest task yet waits in the ring and the True American is not at all happy about the circumstance.
During negotiations for their next defense, Bethany Christian insisted the leggy ones deserved the opportunity. Polly made counters with a half-dozen other choices, not surprisingly none nearly as physically imposing to a woman who could barely ride the E-tickets at Disney. Despite her best efforts, the Queens of the Ring await the tag champions and Polly would have to find a way when no one thinks it likely. Luckily, that’s what she does for a living.
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, and the crowd is brought to life as with shock therapy.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
Blue America’s least favorite, little blonde antagonist strides to center stage. Beside her is the woman she’d introduced to the big time and who now stands with her as a champion, Kira Koslova. The Fox&Friendly blonde and her Russian redhead scan the proletariat, each with a golden championship slung over a shoulder.
Polly Lockwood
Kira Koslova
The women raise their trophies high and the increasing number of ‘Polly Patriots’ rise in support, the Star Spangled Bytch collecting more of Trump’s base with each successive victory. Still in the significant minority, the Patriots salute their leader, her partner and their anthem. The far from silent majority make themselves known in completely different fashion, raining a cascade of boos toward the obnoxious Trumpeter and her Russian ruffian.
The flaxen-haired hardbody brings a crisp salute to her brow to signal her troops then lets the liberal snowflakes know what she thinks of them by fashioning the knife-edge into a salute of the middle finger variety.
The True American is in her own brand of battle fatigues, Polly proudly sporting her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternates her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the appropriate spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, the space age polymer barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
Lockwood sports her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders.
She turns and accepts her new partner in a literal Russian bear hug. As the crowd’s jeers rise in volume, the duo separate and start down the ramp to defend their titles.
Kira throws off a full length grey fur coat and white wool hat to reveal a simple red one piece, with one unusual aspect — a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s tanned, toned abdomen in the form of a hammer and sickle, Koslova embracing her dictatorial roots even more forcefully than her hero, President Vlad. White pads and boots, the footwear with red hammer-and-sickles, complete the woman’s attire.
Arm in arm, the international team march confidently to the ring, Polly occasionally jawing with the fans who’ve watched too much fake news and saluting those with enough common sense to understand she’s the best this country and thus the world has ever produced. Koslova is a picture of former Soviet stoicism, ignoring the hate emanating from the FAWNatics, steering clear of them altogether as she tramps to the squared circle.
Reaching the ring, Lockwood is energized next to her powerful ally, as she informs the Incorporated challengers they’ll soon be cut down to size. The Russian leads her teammate up the steps as the announcer makes their introduction official.
“And their opponents...hailing from Buffalo, New York and St. Petersburg, Russia, respectively, at a combined weight of two hundred and forty pounds…the FAWN tag team champions…Polly Lockwood and Kira Koslova, together they commit COLLUSION!”
Koslova sits on the middle cable and pushes the top upward to make room for her fellow colluder. Polly dives through the opening, landing and rolling through a somersault, the momentum of which she uses to pop to her feet. Kira swings her legs through, climbs off the middle rope and strides to the Pernicious Patriot in less dramatic fashion.
Kira hands a microphone to Polly then relieves Lockwood of her banner/cape, neatly folding the Stars-n-Stripes and placing it in Collusion’s corner.
“Kira and I are forced to continue to teach you pathetic slobs until every single one of you understand. There is no one better. Just as our glorious president cannot be equaled, these bumbling giraffes will know there’s nothing like Collusion. Believe me.”
There is little doubt most do not, as the reaction from the crowd proves Lockwood would lose the popular vote in a landslide.
The vertically-challenged Polly gazes up into the eyes of her opponents.
“You two are Queens without a queendom and there’s no room for oversized genetic freaks in my country!”
With Koslova back and massaging Polly’s shoulders, Lockwood lets the stick tumble from her fingers, hitting the deck with a CLUNK. Collusion backpedals to their corner, Kira stepping through the ropes to leave the Star Spangled Bytch to mount the initial attack on the challengers.
Leggs, Inc. takes little time in their response, Mariel assuring her partner she’s going to wrap the xenophobic munchkin up in a bright red ribbon and deliver Valerie a gift in a minute or two.
McGinty moves to the middle and Polly looks the near six-footer up and down from the relative safety of her corner. She turns and tags Koslova into the match offering words of encouragement to the relative ‘big girl’ of the team, who in this instance remains at a physical disadvantage, particularly in terms of reach.
The Russian stoically enters while the True American quickly evacuates. Koslova strides confidently to where a smirking Mariel awaits someone. The long limbs of the blonde immediately pay dividends when she shoots her right leg forward and thrusts it into the belly of the approaching redhead, gutting Kira.
With Koslova doubled in front of her, Mariel draws her foe into a tight front facelock, wrenching at the Russian’s neck. Koslova moves her hands to McGinty’s hips and shoves her off. But Mariel uses the momentum to back into the cables behind her and rebound toward the still slightly bent Red Menace. Surging toward the title holder, Mariel lifts her right leg, Big Boot at the end, aiming it for Koslova’s left temple. But the Russian pivots away from the impact, letting the towering blonde fly by, Mariel skidding to a stop and turning to reacquire her missed target.
She gets barely a step before Kira pirouettes into a discus clothesline ROCKING McGinty BUT not putting her down, Koslova losing some of her leverage having to leap to deliver the blow to McGinty’s collar. Still, Legs’ baby blues are wide with shock and she stumbles into the ropes behind her.
Koslova follows, grabbing a wrist and shoulder and flinging McGinty out of the strands with an Irish whip. The colluder chases after the rebounding Mariel, meeting her in the middle with another ballerina-like spin but this time leading with a raised leg. The spinning heel kick is meant to deliver footwear to features, but with McGinty’s height, the kick THWACKS into the cleft of her modest bosom.
Again, the challenger is knocked backward instead of over. McGinty backpedals to the ropes and the rubber-coated steel bounces her toward the sneering Russian, Kira displeased she hasn’t taken the long-limbed blonde off her feet. The Red Menace eliminates that problem by SPEARING THE HOLY HELL out of the midriff of her foe. Impaled by the lowered shoulder of Polly’s partner, Mariel folds in half around the impact and is buried into the canvas by the tackle, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ at the sight.
Mariel hugs her gutted tummy, groaning as she rolls from shoulder to shoulder beside the Russian, Kira showing little sign of satisfaction. Surmising it’s too early to go for a pinfall, Koslova instead decides it’s time to reach into her Communist era bag of tricks, fashioning her hand into a set of talons and sending them digging into the face of the challenger, her Iron Claw sinking into cheeks and temples and forehead.
Mariel spasms as if she’s been introduced to 10,000 volts. With McGinty horizontal, her height advantage is eliminated and Koslova presses her digging digits in, clenching her palm and cutting off the blonde’s sensory apparatus slowly but surely. Mariel’s limbs flail wildly and with the claw pressing down on her cranium, her shoulders both sit against the canvas for…
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McGinty shoves a shoulder up but the Iron Claw continues to bear down, her baby blues looking glassier by the second. Finally, she’s able to swing an open left hand up and CRACK it against the cheek of the redhead, swinging Koslova’s noggin to the side. It’s enough for the stilettoes to loosen and Mariel pushes the steely grip off at the wrist, quickly rolling to her chest so it can’t be applied again.
Polly seems more upset than the stoic Putinista. As Koslova rises to vertical, the leggy blonde pushes to hands and knees. Kira ‘helps’ her foe up the rest of the way with a tug on Mariel’s wrist. Trading her grip for a handful of golden locks, Koslova surges to the ropes, leaps to the middle ropes and springboards off. Heading for the center of the ring, Koslova yanks McGinty with her and PLANTS Mariel’s features into the canvas with a signature facebuster.
<B>Springboard Kneeling Facebuster </B> ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9Fm2mN_Nzw )
Mariel flops to her back, baby blues glazed, arms outstretched. It’s too much of an invitation for the Russian not to try another pin and she gets a…
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THRNOOO!
A shade closer but no Cuban cigar for the Red Menace as McGinty uses her neverending legs to kick her way out of the pinfall attempt. Seated, Mariel stares blankly into the crowd, the FAWNatics picking up a chant of ‘MARE-EEE-ELLL’. An agitated Lockwood turns on the pinheads.
“You people are what’s wrong with this country. Luckily, Kira and I know what’s good for you.”
The Russian isn’t concerned about Orlando’s rabble. She plucks the blonde off the mat, drawing the drained ‘Legs’ to her feet. Kira lifts a well-placed knee into McGinty’s breadbasket, doubling over long, lean and leggy. The St Petersburg native nuzzles in close, securing one arm in an underhook grip. The second follows suit quickly after.
Throwing her frame into reverse, Kira lays out and RIPS Mariel off her boot soles, sending her foe through a front flip to land on her spinal column with a beautiful Butterfly Suplex
Butterfly Suplex(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ ).
Momentum brings McGinty back to a seated position, her face twisted in pain, a hand racing to her lower vertebrae, trying to massage her bruised back. On the sidelines, Valerie emphatically calls on her partner to get to the corner for a tag, but Kira corrals the Incorporated blonde in a side headlock as Mariel makes her feet.
Kira races toward a neutral corner with her cargo in tow, as she reaches her destination, the redhead leaps between the top and middle strands next to the corner and ‘guides’ Mariel’s forehead into the middle buckle with incredible force with her patented turnbuckle bulldog.
Turnbuckle bulldog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ajjp5D63YQ )
McGinty’s noggin rockets away from the impact, the blasted blonde ending in a daze on her back. The smirking Rooskie, seated on the rubber-coated steel takes a moment to enjoy her continued dominance. But the yelping Polly ends the blissful moment of punishment, the Star Spangled Bytch demanding entry.
Kira swings her legs in a 180 and lands within the ring’s confines. She walks to her ‘Permanent Resident’ sponsor, making sure she stomps a Russian boot into the lightly tanned midriff of the splayed McGinty on the way and graciously tags in the greedy little hardbody, as usual Polly wanting to pick at the bones like an All-American vulture.
Lockwood races to McGinty, the stubborn Mariel on one knee, trying to make it up and over to her partner. But the surly Polly ends that idea. Using Mariel’s knee as a stepping stone, she swings a Shining Wizard kick into the left temple of the blonde, scrambling ‘Legs’ gray matter with a possibly concussive blow, McGinty sent sprawling. The True American kips to her feet to a smattering of applause from the few Polly Patriots in the sellout crowd.
She salutes them crisply then marches to Mariel’s side. Facing away from the downed challenger, the vertically-challenged Lockwood leaps into a backflip, meaning to splash the remaining air of her foe with a standing moonsault. Mariel has other ideas, folding her lengthy legs and providing Polly an altogether different crashpad, Lockwood’s tanned tummy gutted by McGinty bony kneecaps.
A gagging Polly rolls away from the potentially disastrous mistake, ending in a fetal ball, hugging her belly. Mariel rolls to hands and knees, crawling toward the extended hand of her partner, Stipanovic begging to get in. A few feet from salvation, McGinty is caught by the ankle from behind by a still groaning but ambulatory Lockwood. Mariel uses her free leg to push to vertical then breaks Polly’s grip on her opposite number with a shove of her stem.
Catching her balance after a momentary stumble, a determined Lockwood turns to chase down Mariel and keep the flagging blonde in peril, but instead finds McGinty charging toward her with Big Boot raised and Mariel PLOWS the sole right between the eyes of the Pernicious Patriot, Polly sent to the canvas at warp speed, the back of her skull CRACKING into the canvas, the champion left in a dumbfounded spreadeagle.
Skidding to a stop, Mariel collects herself for a moment then lowers a huge double leg drop across the chest and throat of the Star Spangled Bytch. She leaves her endless stems draped across Lockwood and when Polly’s spasming body stills, Castle slaps out the…
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Polly shoves a shoulder off the deck, rolling to her side and reaching vainly toward the Red Menace, Kira several feet further away than the end of Lockwood’s reach.
“No…no…no…MAGA maniac,” Mariel says softly but surely. “Time to go Mueller on your little ass.”
McGinty tugs Polly to her feet by a wrist and shoulder and heaves her to the Leggs, Inc. corner, Lockwood sent on a sprint by the force of the towering blonde’s Irish Whip. The vertically-challenged blonde barrels into the buckles chest first, the crowd reflexively groaning from the sight of the impact.
Polly staggers out of the corner in a drunken backpedal only to get face planted by a dropkick to the back of her skull. Satisfied she’s given her partner the proper entry point, Mariel steps on the base of Polly’s spine to reach Valerie and tags in the Incorporated brunette.
While Stipanovic enters, her flaxen-haired counterpart fails to exit and both women peel a reeling Lockwood off the canvas. Twin towers on either shoulder of the short, slumped ‘Patriot’, the teammates dip and scoop the True American off the canvas behind the knees. They lift Lockwood high, Polly’s eyes widening with anxiety, and lay out, THUMPING the champion into the canvas with a sandwich suplex. Polly arches in pain from the landing on her aching vertebrae.
Nick scolds the tardy McGinty for not having left the field of play but without starting his count, Mariel ignores the harassing official as she and Val clamber to their feet, again tugging the Star Spangled Bytch up with them. Mariel holds an extended index finger to her lips to shush Castle and together Leggs, Inc, bully Polly to the ropes. Bouncing out, the duo heaves Lockwood to the far strands, Polly nearly flying across the canvas. The diminutive hardbody rebounds toward the charging twosome, Valerie and Mariel lifting stereo Big Boots to remove Lockwood’s head from her shoulders.
Thankfully for the Polly Patriots in the crowd, the honey blonde ducks under. Not a difficult task for a woman of her limited height, and races onto the next set of cables. Watching with growing concern, Kira slides down the outside of the ropes and tags the shoulder of her colluder. But the tag doesn’t stop Polly from dashing toward the stationed challengers. Each pivots to face the other and collects Lockwood under an arm, where they set a new Olympic Biel Toss record with Polly, Leggs, Inc. tossing Lockwood a good half dozen feet across the ring, the champ landing with a ring-rattling BANG before sliding to a stop and twisting into an agonized arch.
As McGinty and Stipanovic watch the wreckage with satisfaction, Koslova slips into the ring, Castle slapping his hands to acknowledge the tag’s legal. The redhead throws a clip into the knees of Leggs, Inc, Mariel’s right and Valerie’s left, forcing both women to genuflect in pain. Scurrying to her feet, the Red Menace steps in front of her foes, surrounding the lowered head of each with a front facelock. She falls to her back DDTing both blonde and brunette from their half-kneeling positions, the FAWNatics groaning as the spiked heads of the challengers sends them flopping to their backs in a pair of spreadeagles.
A seated Koslova takes a moment to enjoy her vantage and crawls to Valerie’s side, dropping across the decked brunette in a lateral press, hooking a long lower limb for the pin and the win at…
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Stipanovic uses her free leg and a pelvic thrust to keep herself alive, kicking out of the pinfall attempt. She rolls to her chest while Castle starts to shovel the dazed Mariel toward the outside.
The risen Russian moves to a forward standing straddle of the still horizontal Valerie. Dipping, she slaps the brunette’s sides, reflexively drawing Stipanovic’s wrists within easy snatching distance. With the handles, Kira pulls Val’s upper body off the canvas, placing a boot between the shoulderblades of the brunette. Only just realizing her circumstance, Valerie’s dark eyes widen, her head shaking a brief ‘no’ before her face rockets into the thinly-sheathed plywood from Koslova’s curbstomp.
Valerie’s body goes slack after impact, face down, her long, tanned frame shuddering then falls still. A recovering Polly, seeing Castle remains occupied with removing Mariel, runs in for some leftovers, rolling Stipanovic to her back and, from a kneeling front straddle, delivering taste-removing bytch slap after bytch slap. Kira watches with stoic acceptance of the furious five-footer’s actions until a returning Nick peels Polly off and chaperones the Star Spangled Bytch to her proper location.
The Russian places a boot on the gulping tummy of the brunette and whistles at Nick to get his attention. Castle races back to the pin and dives to the canvas to pound out the…
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Val shoves a shoulder up under the arrogant attempt, the crowd showing its satisfaction the Queens of the Ring winners wouldn’t be failing in such spectacular fashion.
Kira pulls the splayed Stipanovic to her feet and moves shoulder to shoulder. She grapevines her right leg around Val’s left then sinks a pair of claws into Valerie’s trapezius.
Two-handed Shoulder Claw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBXz13ZcCbE )
Viciously working the doubled challenger, she requests Castle ask Stipanovic if she wants to surrender. But barely after getting the words out of her mouth, Valerie slips an arm between her foe’s legs and ‘hups’ a startled Kira across her shoulders. With the agony in her traps growing, there’s little time for anything but a Samoan Drop and Val lays out, SLAMMING Kira to the deck in a CRUNCHING display of strength.
Koslova’s talons are released at impact, moving instead to her lower back, face etched in pain. Bouncing to a seated position after the Samoan, a wincing Valerie pushes to her feet, spins to face the downed Rooskie and drops a scythe-like set of splits, the front leg landing flush across Kira’s throat.
Split Leg Drops (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB_Th-QPOrk )
The Russian spasms wildly, her windpipe smashed from the blow. The leggy brunette keeps her lower limb draped as her foe settles and Castle drops by the colluder’s shoulder to slap out the…
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Kira kicks her way from under Val’s extended stem, rolling to her side as she tries to choke in some oxygen.
Having left the squared circle for the relative safety of the outside, Polly reaches a hand in under the bottom cable, clasping it with one of Koslova’s and begins dragging her fellow colluder to join her. Stipanovic isn’t interested in any interruption and latches onto both of Kira’s ankles. The long, lean brunette pushes to her feet, raising Koslova’s lower end as she does.
Valerie seems to consider for a moment then gives into her baser instincts, PLOWING a punt into the abdomen of the Rooskie. The blow loosens Kira’s handle on Lockwood’s palm and Stems is able to swing the redhead into a hammer throw heave that sends Koslova splattering to her chest dead center.
Kira rolls to her back and pushes to hands and knees, shaking out some cobwebs. The long-limbed brunette watches with fascination, seemingly impressed at Koslova’s durability. She strides confidently to the champion from behind but Kira hears footsteps and spins to face her foe. Valerie is ready with a change in gameplan dropping into a set of splits and slapping the taste out of Kira’s mouth.
Split Slap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfxFtyX1X3k )
The Russian’s head is turned and she staggers off after it. Meanwhile, Stipanovic spinneroonis to her feet to the roar of the partisan crowd. When Koslova wobbles through a 180 and moves toward her, Val has another answer, leaping toward the redhead and grabbing her braincase. Stems drops to a set of splits, CRACKING the St. Petersburg native’s jaw. The Red Menace fights to remain vertical but concedes to gravity, ending on all fours from the impact.
Split-legged jawbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exZe4Ufoe8o )
Instantly, Valerie is on the move, hitting the ropes to the Russian’s side and barreling back at the lowered noggin of the champ, again splitting her everlasting lower limbs to deliver a Yakuza kick to the left temple of the reeling Rooskie. Kira flops to her back in a dazed starfish. The brunette dives atop Koslova in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
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Kira kicks out, if far from powerfully. Stipanovic takes a fleeting glance at Castle before the challenger leaves the spreadeagled Kira dead center and ambles to the Leggs, Inc. corner where she hands the reins to Mariel with a tag.
Polly furiously protests from the opposite corner as the blonde enters, but Valerie is slow to take her place on the outside. The partners move to the bedraggled Russian and hover, taking a second to determine how to make the statement they would soon rule the tag roost in FAWN.
Racing in opposite directions, blonde and brunette simultaneously leap onto the middle cable, grabbing the top, and springboard into a u-turn that sends them flying toward Koslova. McGinty takes the high road, her leg drop CRASHING across Kira’s throat and chest, while Valerie’s RAMS into the redhead’s midriff.
Koslova shudders and falls still under the double-teaming, four-leg drop. Stipanovic hurries for the exit as her flaxen-haired counterpart remains draped across the demolished colluder, ready for the exchange of the belts at…
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THRENOOO!
The Pernicious Patriot, perceiving what most in the arena have, shoots through the ropes and breaks up the pin with a diving clothesline of the seated Mariel. Scraping the blonde off her partner with the blow, Lockwood follows with a handful of hair to rip McGinty off the deck as she rises. Polly keeps Mariel bent at the waist, a necessary concession to giving up nearly a foot in height, and leads Mariel to a neutral corner.
“Nobody cheats America out of what it deserves,” the diminutive blonde hardbody growls. “Hilary learned that and now you will.”
Lockwood SLAMS Mariel’s head into the top buckle, one, two, three times, Nick continuing to give the ‘patriot’ leeway as he had for Leggs, Inc. moments earlier. But at three wicked impacts, McGinty throws up a braking leg against the middle buckle. She rams a back elbow into Polly’s chest and flips grips on the title holder. A snarling Mariel proceeds to THUMP Polly’s braincase into the thinly-padded juncture of the ropes with what seems nearly twice the force for a full ten-spot, the crowd chanting along by the end of the set.
Relenting after one last extra–large thrust, ‘Legs’ watches Polly drunkenly stumble away from the corner, wobbling toward the still starfished Koslova. Gravity and bad luck work against Collusion as Polly’s gams finally ‘turn off’ and she takes a header straight into commie crotch, plowing a head butt into her partner’s privates.
Kira shoots to a seated position, face etched in agony, with Lockwood’s face still buried in between her thighs. Koslova gingerly rolls the gobsmacked blonde from between her legs and curdles into a fetal ball.
Jubilant in the moment, McGinty raises both arms high, lording over the broken Collusion, the assembled roaring with appreciation and anticipation of new tag champs. Moving to Polly, Mariel collects the bewildered True American and hauls Lockwood to her feet. McGinty walks Polly to her corner and prepares to toss her over the top when a thumb from the Star Spangled Bytch jabs into her left eye.
Mariel shrieks in pain, releasing her grip on Lockwood. Spinning away, she rubs furiously at the injured socket. A gulping Polly slips through the ropes and calls to her colluder, Kira having made it to one knee.
The Putinista pushes to vertical and lurches toward the Collusion corner, diving the last few feet to slap the hand of her partner. Polly enters and stalks the half-blinded blonde, leaping onto McGinty’s back, her abbreviated legs wrapping around Mariel’s midriff, her arms snaking around Legs’ cranium in a sleeper grip.
Mariel tries to reach behind her to snag the little bulldog by her honey-blonde, shoulder-length locks but finds no purchase and after a dozen seconds of futilely trying, her long lethal limbs give a shudder.
With one eye red and watering, vision compromised, Mariel can’t seem to find the Leggs, Inc. corner and the crowd’s worried bleating only heightens her seeming panic. As McGinty suffers a rubbery-legged wobble and her arms fall limply to her sides, the die appears cast, until Mariel hears the pleas of her partner and turns to the begging Valerie, arm outstretched. All appears lost, when Mariel turns away but she does so on purpose, falling into a backpedal that ends with McGinty SANDWICHING Polly into the buckles of the Incorporated corner, forcing a huge groaning exhale from the bugeyed bigot.
Val taps her counterpart’s shoulder to make herself legal and folds through the cables, Mariel continuing to press her back into the wriggling Lockwood to keep her in place. With Stipanovic safely in, McGinty wearily steps aside and passes on a double-teaming session to work at her injured eye. A snarly Val tugs Polly out of the corner by a wrist and an unapologetic handful of golden locks.
Moving her to the middle, Valerie digs one of her lethal legs DEEP into Lockwood’s tanned tummy with a toe kick, doubling over the True American, Polly bent and gasping. Stipanovic backpedals into the ropes behind her and springs out, leaping with one leg raised as she reaches Polly. The limb leans against the back of the champ’s noggin and Polly’s flawless features are POUNDED into the thinly-sheathed plywood with Stems’ signature Famelegger
<B>Famelegger</B> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU )
Lockwood flops to her back from the impact, ending in a limp starfish next to the seated and satisfied Stipanovic. But Valerie doesn’t go for the obvious pin. Instead, Val rises, moves to Polly’s feet and collects them at the ankles, raising both limbs.
Stems skillfully steps around the left leg. She drops to her back side, securing Polly’s gams in a familiar figure of four. Already igniting Lockwood into howling cries from her previous stupor, the screams of pain intensify in pitch and volume when Valerie rises to an unrivalled bridge, moving into the Figure-Eight.
Figure-Eight (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS9isyjaFUM )
As Polly’s right palm hovers over the canvas, the Star Spangled Bytch ready to tap, Kira enters the ring determined to save her partner. But the eagle-eyed Castle is ready and intercepts the charging Russian.
While Kira struggles to escape the man’s grasp, two hooded figures leap over the barricade from the front row. Throwing off their black hoodies, the blonde heads for a rightly distracted Mariel while the brunette scurries by, sliding under the ropes. McGinty points and shouts at the ref regarding the interloper, but the blonde behind her rips Mariel’s feet out from under her and she drops off the apron, her jaw BANGING into the hardest part of the deck. Mariel’s head snaps back from the impact and she’s left splayed on the floor, GINNIFER CHADWICK hovering over her, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face.
Ginnifer Chadwick
In the squared circle, GABBY MENDOZA delivers an elbow drop to gut of the arched Valerie, breaking her Figure-8 instantly and leaving Stems hugging her tummy. An oblivious Polly rolls to the side, pulling her aching leg tight to her chest.
Gabby Mendoza
Blowing a huge pink bubble from her gum, Mendoza tugs Val to her feet. She pops the orb with her tongue then turns and races to the ropes behind her. Rebounding, she leaps and ‘pops’ Valerie into a stupor with her infamous ‘Bursting Your Bubble’ codebreaker, Gabby pulling the challenger down as she lays out, JAMMING her knees into the forehead of her rival, Val one of the women who’d beaten G-Thang in the Queens of the Ring final.
Bursting Your Bubble (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mbVFgTFdFg )
Valerie whiplashes away from the impact, ending in stupefied single file.
Watching over the Castle’s shoulder, Kira knows well enough to keep her fight going and the man busy. While she does, Gabby grabs Polly’s left wrist and drags the dazed ‘patriot’ to her long-limbed challenger. She drapes the clueless champ across Stems and dives out of the ring.
Koslova throws up her hands instantly, conceding Nick is right and that she shouldn’t have tried to interfere. The redhead slides through the ropes, simultaneously pointing over the zebra’s shoulder.
Pleased Kira’s finally taking his advice, Castle takes hers and finds the pin in place. Racing to the combatants’ sides, he slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!!!!
Not waiting a moment, perhaps concerned Castle might see a delighted Gabby and Ginny hugging on the outside, Koslova enters and sprints to her fellow colluder, plucking Polly off the demolished Valerie and raising Lockwood to rubbery legs.
“Wuhhh.We won?” Polly asks.
“DA! Ve remain championz,” Kira replies, leaning a shoulder into Lockwood’s so she can continue standing and receive the belts from the confused but committed Castle.
Mariel massages her jaw as she slides under the bottom rope, moving to check on the still splayed but stirring Stipanovic. She points at G-Thang pleading for an appeal and a restart but Nick shrugs as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners by pinfall…and STILL FAWN Tag Team champions…COLUSION!”
Koslova helps Polly to the ropes and through under a rainstorm of boos while a redfaced McGinty stares daggers at the waving G-Thang.
“Your time will come,” Mariel shouts at a gum-popping Gabby.
“Your time to become champs is come and gone ya hormone-enhanced freak,” Mendoza replies. “Ours, not so much.”