Post by dsb on Oct 22, 2019 5:12:12 GMT
The long road back to a title shot hasn’t been easy, but the corporation of lower limbs has fought their way to another crack at the ‘Hearts on the grandest stage of them all. What better time and place to finally reach their ultimate potential?
The team many consider as having the most special toolbox of all lean against each other in anticipation of their cue. The long-limbed beauties whisper final words when the lights dim. The Tron 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 screen, 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 and ready but admittedly somewhat mixed. After all, the challengers would be trying to end the reign of a team that’s completely won over the FAWNatics, belief replacing doubt over the course of a flawlessly ‘Sweet’ summer. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers. The long-limbed lovelies, one with olive complexion 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.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The team’s anthem hasn’t been used in vain, as the two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide 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 aren’t interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight 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, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a forty-five minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles! First. Weighing a combined two-hundred and fifty-five 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 loses its pop when the throng realizes who is coming next and how close they are to arriving. Noticing and not at all liking the lack of attention, each woman moves partially through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, faces flushing as they watch eyes turn to the upper stage. Determined to bring the peepers back to them, Legs and Stems show off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the opposite number through.
Inside, they grumble noticeably at the lack of devotion being paid, the champs stealing Leggs’ final rumble of Mania entrance thunder. Snorting in frustration, each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest God gave her, before tossing the jacket to a FAWN flunky. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner and turn their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for the hottest little merch movers in a long while.
The FAWNatics explode on cue with unrivalled excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays over the arena speakers.
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde bursts through the curtains, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The grappler raises a gaudy gold belt high with one hand and cups the other to an ear, daring the throng to get louder and, when the blushing blonde drops to one knee to show the capacity crowd her partner standing behind, they manage to make it happen.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, tag belt around her slender waist, waves her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie, having strapped her belt in place, raises her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laces fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYE MITCHELL:
Skye pulls her partner up and they pivot into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo no doubt acknowledging what a ride it’s been from lovable losers to FAWN’s top team and defending champions at none other than FAWNAMANIA.
The ring announcer makes the gravity of the situation clear, raising his voice over Tay-Tay’s.
“And their opponents, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the Tag Team Champions…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye break from their huddle and head for the ring, blonde and brunette making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way, becoming the title holders in no way affecting the love for their supporters.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, spring to their feet and unzip their hot pink hoodies. Charlie slips hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye share a high-five center stage as their music fades. They move to their corner to unclip and hand over their prizes for safekeeping then take a moment to adjust their togs. They intermittently stretch and wave to their multitude of fans before turning their focus to the towering twosome now standing in the way of yet another chapter in their Cinderella story.
With the Mania crowd threatening to blow the roof off, it’s the final member of this generation of the Mitchell clan deciding she’ll take the reigns for the champions in arguably the biggest tag event of the year.
Skye bounces from one boot sole to the other as she watches the Incorporated challengers settle on McGinty as their leadoff hitter, Valerie taking her place on the outside while the blonde strides to the middle of the ring and offers a hand.
The nervous crowd fusses over the Sweetheart’s approach and acceptance of the shake, but the near six-footer and the bite-sized brunette offer each other only respect as the bell rings. Only Mariel’s not letting go. Champ and challenger start to jaw, the FAWNatics already grumpy about McGinty’s lack of decorum. Mariel seems completely uninterested in the scattered boos and, when Skye tries to back away, she tugs the springy brunette toward her.
Mitchell uses the forced momentum to launch, taking the flaxen-haired Amazon down with an impromptu Thesz Press. Skylar rides the tumbling Mariel down, landing in a kneeling straddle of the challenger and wailing away with wild rights and lefts, making a serious first impression on the challenger to the delight of the throngs. Finally, a flustered McGinty shoves Mitchell off and scurries to her feet, backtracking to the Leggs’ corner where she makes sure Val doesn’t tag, Mariel demanding she get the first shot at the second gen superstar standing in the way of her and Stems’ rightful reign.
Mariel circles out of the corner for a second go, joining an orbiting Skye in tightening circles until they reach for each other. Not surprisingly, the Carolina Cutie ducks under Mariel’s attempt at a tie-up, slipping behind and clamping on a Waistlock. Mitchell tries to lift and dump the blonde, but it’s a fool’s errand, McGinty too big and settled. Still, Skye’s able to easily duck tossed elbows from the challenger, the Sweetheart making herself a pest more than threatening the Amazon.
cGinty creates enough slack with some pelvic thrusts in arears to pivot and wrap a long arm around Skye’s noggin, but Mitchell has enough ‘ooomph’ in a shove to send Mariel to the ropes in front of her. Long loping strides accumulate after the u-turn, Legs charging as the Sweetheart does the same after backtracking into her own set of cables. Meeting in the middle, Skye takes the low road, sliding between her foe’s long, lower limbs. Not waiting to pop to her feet to attack, the Lil’est Mitchell hooks hands around the ankles of the startled blonde and rips Mariel’s feet out from under her, McGinty dropping to a chin-first collision with the canvas.
With the challenger grounded on her chest, flexing her jaw, Skylar hops to vertical and moves to a standing forward-facing straddle of McGinty’s shins. The diminutive brunette collects Mariel’s ankles once more, advancing with them in her possession under her arms, curving the lanky blonde into an increasing arc as part of Skylar’s Carolina Crab. The inverted Boston draws winces and mewls when Skye reaches Mariel’s shoulderblades and starts to lower into a crouch.
“Nice pins,” Skye grunts. “Perfect to make you tap.”
As trash talk, it’s on the weak side, but every Mitchell knows her submissions and the Lil’est One has Mariel tugging at her golden locks in pain and frustration at the gnat’s success. McGinty digs her nails into the canvas and pulls herself toward safety when Skylar rises from her catcher’s stance and tugs a writhing Legs back to dead center and lowers, the crowd roaring at the thought of Sweetheart success.
But before Mitchell can completely regain her stance, Mariel grunts loudly and unfurls her curved lower limbs with the strength that makes them match-lethal weapons. Skye is sent into a stumbling backpedal that becomes a somersault when she loses her balance.
The freed McGinty works at the knots in her lower back when a shout from Stems sends her crawling for a tag. Across the ring, Mitchell is already near home base and she quickly tags her platinum-haired counterpart. Both of America’s Sweethearts race after the retreating Mariel, each collecting an ankle with McGinty inches removed from escape. The beloved duo lifts the infamous limbs high and drop in opposite directions, forcing Mariel into a hellish set of splits that has McGinty squealing in pain and grasping for her groin as she curls into a fetal ball.
The cheeky and yes illegal activity has Nick Castle scolding the champions, Charlie and Skye no less adored by the delighted crowd. As Skye holds up her hands in innocence, with her mug how could she not be, and heads for the exit, Dawson snatches Mariel’s left leg and flips McGinty to her back. Snaking her limbs and torso around McGinty’s weaponry, the Desert darling collapses around the limb then tightens when she hits the mat, securing an agonizing Legbar on the grounded Amazon.
LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHHrSghv-WI
Charlie politely asks Nick to provide Mariel a way out and when Castle obliges, a cursing McGinty takes a swipe at the zebra. Mariel place both palms on the deck and, despite her features twisting in anguish, begins ‘walking’ her way toward the worried but encouraging Angeleno behind her.
The size difference allows Mariel to tug the pouty-lipped Sweetheart toward Leggs’ territory despite the agony of the trek. Losing the ground, Charlie realizes she must change tactics. Releasing the Bar, Dawson kips to her feet, races in front of Mariel and dives to latch onto McGinty’s right arm just as she reaches it toward the extended wing of her partner.
Having dropped to the canvas, Dawson quickly folds then Scissors the limb, seemingly determined to take out the Amazon apart piece by piece.
SHORT-ARM SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg
A grunting Mariel frustrated by the early success of the titleholders, shakes her head and shouts a determined ‘NO’ before Castle can ask. A few feet away, an increasingly agitated Valerie reaches over the top rope, first extending her arm toward Mariel, then reaching it toward the silvery locks of her foe. Both are out of even her lengthy reach.
The Desert Darling increases the pressure on her Scissors, arching her back as she leans into a bridge to gain more leverage but the effort decreases her balance and a barrel rolling Mariel, stacks Charlie on her shoulders with a quickly created cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson has to give up her scissors to scramble free of the pin-fall attempt. She clambers to her feet but not before a dive from McGinty allows Legs to tickle fingers with her teammate. As Stipanovic folds her way through the cables, Charlie sprints to the ropes behind her and comes flying back at the entering Angeleno. What Dawson has in mind remains a mystery as when the bite-sized blonde gets near, a raised Big Boot to Charlie’s chin nearly removes her head from her shoulders, a deflated ‘OHHHH’ escaping the phalanx of FAWNatics.
BIG BOOT @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lT_H8JCY6Ik
“Just like THAT!” Stipanovic snaps her fingers to emphasize the point. “You Tween Queens had a nice feel good run this summer, but I’m afraid you need to be at least this tall,” the sculpted blonde holds a measuring hand to chest level, “to call yourself legitimate champions. And I’m afraid you just can’t stack up!”
Charlie Dawson doesn’t much care for this assessment of the Sweetheart’s reign thus far and she would’ve told Valerie as much if the looming brunette hadn’t jarred her train of thought with a massive double handful of hair! Castle calls attention to the offense at once and Stipanovic nods sympathetically, which was probably why she wastes so little time in yanking Dawson up on tiptoe and TWHUNKING her down flat on her face! The blonde bounces to her knees and rears back, both hands pressed to her nose to check for damage.
“Hey, I think she’s got something on her face, Val!” Mariel calls from the Leggs Inc. corner.
Stipanovic grabs another handful of hair (albeit only a single this time) wrenches Charlie’s head backward and ‘boops’ her on the tip of her nose. “That? That’d be her nose, Mar.”
“Looks like a smudge to me. I think you should help her wipe it off.” McGinty notes with a malicious smile.
Valerie’s answer is equally ominous. “I can do that!”
Sidling around to Dawson’s right, Stems shifts her grip to the nape of Charlie’s neck so the ref can’t complain about hair when she PWAAAKED the first quick kick into her opponent’s face! Charlie takes the first two flush on the mouth before she manages to raise something like a guard. But even the barrier of her forearms doesn’t prove much of deterrent, as Stipanovic simply kicks hard enough to drive the blonde’s defenses into her increasingly flushed mug. All in all the ‘Mania crowd tolls ‘NINE!’ kicks from the brunette Gamazon before Valerie stretches her arms wide and dips into a deep, courtly bow.
REPEATED HEAD KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L72WtvNjtxg
Nothing nearly so regal from the Sweetheart at the moment, Dawson sways in place, her hands almost limp at her sides as she tries to fight through the-- Val presses a hand to Charlie’s cheek and pie-faces her hard enough to drop the champ to all fours. Acknowledging the boos with a sly smile, Stipanovic looks to the crowd while casually moving to keep herself between the grounded blonde and her corner. “What’s wrong?” she asks the FAWNatics. “Oh, I know, you want more high flying! Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered!”
Valerie backs up a few steps, then whipped around and races into the Sweethearts corner to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash against the side of Skye’s head! Too concerned with her partner to prepare for the challenger’s duplicity, the Littlest Mitchell topples from the apron to the floor, thus leaving Charlie at the mercy of those Leggy Lioness’. Speaking of whom, Val pulls an about-face as soon as she’s through with the sneak attack and sprints back to the penitent Dawson. Leaving her feet in a short hop, the Angeleno whips her right foot high overhead and brings it down like a guillotine, the sole of her foot just CRAAACKING between the blonde’s shoulders!
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiEzcy4secY
Charlie cries out and tumbles onto her back to protect against further punishment, but this just gives Stipanovic an excuse to drive both heels into her tummy courtesy of a Double Stomp! Dawson ‘OOOFFFH’S!’ and slops onto her side, the Sweetheart feeling anything but as she works to keep her insides in the proper alignment.
Meanwhile Valerie takes an opportunity to brush some imaginary grit from her boots, a casual little show of dominance that did nothing to endear them to the increasingly partisan crowd. “My, my, my, aren’t you all fickle tonight?” Stipanovic notes with mock consternation as she begins to scrape Dawson offa the mat. “Guess I’ll have to work extra hard to win you back to the winning team!”
To that end she reels Charlie into a Front Facelock, slings the near arm across her shoulders and catches hold of the champ’s powder blue waistband. With those hooks set she turns so that Charlie is facing the Leggs Inc. side of the ring and muscles the smaller wrestler all the way to high noon in a single convulsive yank. A good portion of the crowd starts to count almost immediately, though they’ve only reached ‘TWO!’ when Stipanovic steps forward and slings her burden down, Dawson plummeting through a freefall that ends with her folding over the top rope with a gut-churning ‘twang!’
Charlie bounces high, in fact she probably would’ve taken a header to the floor if Val hadn’t placed a steadying hand on her lower back. No kindness this, Stems just wants to keep the champ right where she is. “C’mon in, Mar. This one’s nice and soft!” Stipanovic is all smiles as she exchanges a confident tag with her partner. McGinty rejoins the fray with equal zeal, though its worth noting that Val makes no effort to vacate the premises. Instead she collects Charlie’s head in a rough Cravate and builds on the work of her kicks by thum-thum-thum-THUMPING half a dozen Kneelifts into the Sweetheart’s forehead!
ROPE HUNG SUPLEX & KNEESTRIKES COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-EekJgXCow
This flurry ends just as Castle reaches ‘FOUR!’ and so Stems finally departs, leaving Dawson on a nice level playing field with--THWHACK! Mariel storms in from the left and flicks out her right leg for another Big Boot that just caroms off the side of Dawson’s skull. The decimated Sweetheart tumbles clear of the ropes and lands flat on her back, whereupon McGinty pounces across her chest and hooks the far leg for…
ROPE HUNG BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L14qAv0eurg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Roars of approval from Sweetheart Nation as Skye Mitchell flies in from outta nowhere with a pinpoint Dropkick to the big blonde’s ribs!
“THERE!” Skye barks as she scrambles to verticality. “How do you like it ya sneaky witches?!”
Mariel doesn’t like it much at all and lets Mitchell and Castle hear about it at the top of her lungs. Val however seems remarkably sanguine about the situation, indeed she’s smiling prettily when she drops off the apron, reaches under the bottom rope and clamps a choke on Dawson’s throat! The resultant thrashing catches Mitchell’s eye within heartbeats, unfortunately her would-be rescue is thwarted by the Senior Official, who quickly bustles her back to the appropriate corner.
Abandoning her illicit grip the instant Mariel returns her attention to the gasping champion, Stipanovic hops back onto the apron, ‘flicks’ her togs into place and offers her friend a little golf clap of encouragement for whatever she has in mind.
“You two can really fly for a pair of toddlers!” Mariel admits as she helps herself to the blonde’s left wrist. “But I think I can help you soar even higher.” Charlie has no interest in this sort of assistance from the challenger, yet she couldn’t offer anything like real resistance and McGinty wasn’t taking no for an answer. Nudging her opposition into the middle of the ring, McGinty sends Charlie into the far set of strands (the ones closest to the Leggs Inc. corner) simply waits for the blonde to return. A heartbeat prior she stuffs both hands against Dawson’s midriff and shoots the champ into the rafters like she’s little more than volleyball primed for spiking. And that’s exactly what Mariel does, the pink-clad blonde palming her right hand over Charlie’s glutes so she could push down and thus THAWHAM her prey into the deck with stupendous force!
FREEFALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l0hsmT5YBM
Dawson bounces higher than she has any right to and lands on one knee. Quite pleased with these latest developments, Mariel takes a moment to ‘frame’ her adversary between thumb and index finger before she rushes in and takes to the sky. Those assembled were sure she’d post off the champ’s knee for a Shining Wizard but Legs doesn’t need such plebian assistance to reach the appropriate heights. Instead it’s a straight vertical leap from the blonde, one that ends with her right foot pistoning into the side of Charlie’s noggin with a vile THWHACK!
LEGSHILARATING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AQV7qcu9Hs
Charlie collapses into a starstruck heap after the Legshilarating Kick, but McGinty doesn’t go for a cover. Instead she settles into a seat behind the champ and hauls her to a seat. Eyes locked on the frustrated countenance of Skye Mitchell, Mariel snuggles in close, locks her legs around Charlie’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeezes like a python wrapped around a mouse.
“Come on in!” Mariel calls to the other Sweetheart. “I dare you!”
Though young chronologically, Skye Mitchell is an old wrestling soul with years of family history to draw upon. The diminutive brunette isn’t about to be snookered by the goading of the leggy blonde.
McGinty shrugs.
“Don’t have the guts. I get it.”
Mariel leans back with Charlie still writhing weakly within her scissors. Once on her back, the Gamazon thrusts upward, forward then down, SPIKING Dawson’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The pouty-lipped Sweetheart’s palms shoot to her busted backside, massaging her bruised booty, at least until McGinty decides it’s time for another Keister Bounce. Back, forward, up and DOWN…THUMP. Mariel repeats the cascading CRASHES until the Desert Diva is whimpering, dreading another butt-blasting trip.
“Let her tag me if you want me in so bad,” Mitchell counters angrily.
‘Legs’ grabs a rubbery wrist of the faltering champion and pushes Charlie’s hand toward her partner.
“PLEASE…PLEASE HELP ME!” Mariel loudly croaks in the raspy-throated voice of Dawson. A snarling Charlie throws an elbow to try and shut McGinty’s impersonation down, but Mariel just catches it and bends the limb into a Chickenwing then butt-bombs the Sweetheart again with an encore bounce.
The Desert Darling’s features twist in pain from her battered buttocks and her partner’s seen enough. Skye slips through the cables, but a shouting Val turns stoolpigeon. Castle tries to intercept but a shimmy right and a spin left shows the Carolina Cutie could play some mean halfback. Next position? Placekicker. She drives a soccer style boot to the chest of the Gamazon, sending Mariel flat to the canvas and cracking open her vice-like scissors from around Dawson.
Not about to let her Incorporated teammate face the two Sour-farts alone, Stipanovic enters to make it a four-way free-for-all, Nick losing control and not appearing to know which way to turn or whose elbow to grab.
The crowd shouts at their Sweethearts to make them aware of the new entry, but unfortunately for Mitchell their call leads to disaster. Skye turns to find Valerie and gets gutted by a Toe Kick as she does, Mitchell doubling over from the blow. Stems turns and heads for the strands behind her. Rebounding, she charges and leaps, right leg extended. She wraps the lethal limb over and around the head of the Carolina Cutie and RAMS Mitchell’s face into the deck with her Famelegger.
FAMELEGER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU
The bite-sized brunette flops to her back in a daze while Stipanovic stands tall over all she surveys, including her partner. Val moves to Mariel to assist but Castle, desperate to regain order, finally has an obvious choice to corral. He grabs an elbow and leads Stems back to her station.
The intervention doesn’t seem to matter much as Mariel is the first rising. Knowing well, Charlie is the legal Heart, she picks the platinum blonde as the target. Hustling to the ropes, McGinty leaps onto the middle strand and completes an aerial U-turn. Her never-ending legs lead the way as she prepares to provide a Springboard Guillotine Leg Drop across the throat of the forlorn Dawson.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naftveUiAQo
But as Mariel is about to deliver a likely decisive blow, Charlie rolls clear and McGinty gives herself about ten Keister Bounces worth of impact to her tailbone in one shot when she misses her would-be victim.
Yelping as she grabs her derriere, McGinty flops to her side, massaging her coccyx, the FAWNatics clearly enjoying the karma. While the impact travels through the towering blonde’s spinal column, both champs rise and stagger to Mariel. Each takes a wrist, despite Nick’s directions to the contrary. They draw ‘Legs’ to the ropes and heave her away with a double Irish whip.
Moving to the middle as Mariel rebounds, each Sweetheart dips when McGinty reaches them and they launch their challenger with a Double Back Body Drop that sends McGinty flipping through the Orlando airspace to land on her backbone with a heavy thud. Mariel arches in agony from the impact until a boot from Charlie to her chest lays her flat. The Hearts race to opposite ropes and rebound toward the splayed McGinty. Simultaneously, the champs leap into front flipping Sentons, Charlie CRASHING down across Mariel’s chest and Skylar doing likewise across her foe’s lightly tanned tummy.
As Mitchell heads ‘home’, Charlie watches with surprise as a groaning, grimacing Mariel, one arm wrapped around her midriff, fights toward vertical. Getting on her horse again, the Desert Darling hits the ropes and sprints toward the challenger. She flies into the waiting Mariel, McGinty reflexively grabbing her foe and launching upward for a game-changing Facebuster. But Dawson flips the script and collects the Gamazon’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Charlie sits out, NAILING McGinty with a perfect Wheelbarrow Stunner straight from the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnvAtK6zw1g
Mariel ends on her ass, working at her jaw while the reenergized if wincing Dawson kips to her feet, ignoring the Keister Bounce she’d given herself to instead enjoy the noisy support of the Mania throngs.
Charlie races to the Sweethearts’ corner instead of her seated foe, tagging in the Lil’est Mitchell. Again, the champs become a dual force of nature having meshed into a threat not to be ignored. Valerie also decides she won’t be unnoticed, planning to preempt any double-team on her partner. But the Hearts seem to have surmised her intentions on the fly. Blonde and brunette meet an entering Val with a Double Dropkick that sends Stipanovic crashing to the canvas.
Together, they pluck Stems off the deck and heave her to the Leggs’ corner, Val thumping in back-first. Rushing to the opposite buckles, Charlie takes the initial run, leaping into a mini-avalanche that, despite its size has a noticeable impact on ‘Stems’. No more than a second behind, Skye doubles the Hearts’ pleasure with another Splash, Charlie taking one for the team to double decker the Angeleno.
Valerie’s infamous lower limbs fail her as she drops to her butt cheeks. FAWN’s beloved tag team moonwalk to the middle where they seem ready to Bronco Bust the brunette in stereo. BUT FROM BEHIND, a furious Mariel snatches a handful of locks atop the head of each of America’s Sweethearts. Forcing the teammates to face each other, McGinty draws their noggins back, Charlie and Skye’s eyes going wide before there is a meeting of the champions’ minds, Mariel BANGING their coconuts together.
Charlie staggers away and tumbles through the ropes while Mitchell, apparently getting the worst of the butting, ends on her back, staring blankly into space.
McGinty strides to a rising Stems and guides her partner through the ropes only to tag her and help her back in. Determining its payback time for the previous double-teams Leggs, Inc. peels Mitchell off the deck, a palm of each challenger grasping the diminutive brunette’s throat.
Together they lift Skylar, seemingly reaching her up to the rafters, before powerslamming her nearly THROUGH the mat, the ring-rattling deposit of the champ silencing the crowd and leaving Skylar a steaming wreck at the feet of the Incorporated duo.
Each challenger turns to the Mania crowd.
“You turn on us for these little cupie dolls?!” Valerie shouts.
“Watch Bitchell learn what my LA woman can do to someone when properly motivated,” McGinty adds, allowing Castle to escort her to the sidelines.
‘Motivated’ proves a bit of an understatement, Stipanovic moves like a woman possessed as she scrapes the smaller wrestler off the mat with a series of furious hair pulls. Switching to the Wristlock before Castle can open his whining mouth, Val points Mitchell at a neutral corner and sends her off with an Irish Whip that has Skye moving even faster than normal. Of course such speed in her current state is a very dangerous thing, as the FAWNatics can attest when the Sweetheart whips around in a drunken half circle and BWUUUNGS spine-first into the thinly-padded steel! Mitchell groans, sags noticeably but she manages to stay vertical by throwing her arms over the top rope. Whether this resilience was blessing or curse is open for your interpretation, as only moments later Valerie Stipanovic rushes in full speed ahead, not for a decapitating Kick but a nauseating Hip Check, the gammy brunette just THWHUMPING her sculpted tush into Skye’s tummy like it’s the world’s perkiest wrecking ball!
Mitchell’s eyes bug wide as she’s forced up and back, her own rump getting wedged into place atop the second turnbuckle. Ever aware even in the direst of straights, Skye grabs hold of the top rope and treats it to an anemic shake. “Ruuuuhhh….ropes,” she huffs. “I’m in the ropNNGGHH!”
Val interrupts with a rude Back Elbow that leaves Mitchell’s chin resting against her own sternum. “Don’t even bother mentioning the ropes, honey.” Stipanovic chides as she turns ‘round, wedges a shoulder into the champ’s midriff and hoists her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “You’re not gonna be here long enough to get comfortable.”
Skye doesn’t care for the sounds of that and she snatches hold of the top rope to keep her anchored in place, unfortunately this stratagem doesn’t account for the Angeleno’s talons and she pays a high price when Stipanovic raaaaaaaakes her eyes! Charlie Dawson and Nick Castle complain mightily about the foul, yet Val remains quite unfazed as she turns and reaches over her right shoulder with both hands to secure, not a Three Quarters Facelock, but simply a massive double handful of hair. Blowing a kiss to the other Sweetheart, Valerie takes two huge steps forward and drops to one knee to flip Mitchell from the corner to the canvas courtesy a Snapmare from the Penthouse!
PENTHOUSE SNAPMARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8WhVW6thfY
Skye lands flat on her back and immediately sits up, the Lil’est Mitchell grimacing in anguish as she tries to fight through the worst of the pain. Understandable then that she doesn’t register Stipanovic racing by on her left, doesn’t in fact realize the leggy challenger has left, let alone returned until the telltale thrum of boots on canvas causes her to look up and-- CRAAACK! Val drops to her knees, skids in and clouts Skye across the mouth with a Slap so Bytchy it folds the champ backward atop her own haunches!
Cackling with delight, Stems throws herself on Mitchell’s tummy in a heavy Crossbody, the big brunette making sure to stuff one hand against Skye’s sizzling face while Castle and the FAWNatics count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Too focused on tag gold to keep their attention on both Sweethearts, Leggs Incorporated (and Stipanovic in particular) were caught off-guard when Charlie Dawson drops out of the heavens to THWHUMP a gorgeous Springboard Elbow Drop across the back of Val’s neck!
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTI3AvISCdE
Mariel shrieks outrage to the heavens but doesn’t call for a disqualification or even make her way into the ring because that busybody nerd Castle is already shooing Dawson back to her corner. Trusting her partner to beat the midget back to vertical, Mariel quietly drops off the apron, crouches low and circles ‘round the ring en route to the Sweethearts’ side of town.
With all the attention on Val and Skye, Legs makes it to the opposite corner before anyone notices the intrusion and even then it was only the sharpest eyed FAWNatics that manage to shout off a warning. It would’ve been too little too late for anyone even a tick or two slower, but Charlie Dawson isn’t so much quick as she is abrupt and those astounding twitch reflexes of hers give the blonde just enough time to bust out a gorgeous cartwheel that breezes over the scything Clothesline Mcinty aims at her lower legs! Cursing at the brat’s evasiveness, Mariel whips around on her heel and THWHACK! Charlie made her pay a stiff penalty for the whiff in the form of a short, low-angle Super Kick delivered straight from her place on the apron!
SWEETHEART'S CARTWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=84TnBUq9Bgk
Mariel stumbles hard, reaches for the ropes to steady her while she blinks out the stars in her “NNNGGGHH!” Dawson puts a stop to that nonsense with a quick kick smashed into the underside of the blonde’s forearm! Reeling now, McGinty draws that injured arm tight against her chest and backs away from the squared circle in the hopes of--NOPE! The Desert Diva rushes uses the narrow ledge like a runway and takes flight accordingly, Charlie lifting her knees to chest-level to land astride Mariel’s shoulders, then ride her all the way to the floor with a THWHUMPING Meteora!
APRON METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Bn1Kc_H8tg
The landing shot McGinty’s stems straight into the air and Dawson certainly would’ve collected them for a cover if this had been a falls count anywhere affair. Since it isn’t, she tumbles free and bounces to boot leather with a shout of, “THAT’S WHAT YOU FREAKIN’ GET BEANPOLE!”
At about the time Mariel set off on her doomed sabotage effort, Valerie Stipanovic makes it to her feet and forces Skye Mitchell to do the same via an energetic handful of hair. Turning to the Leggs corner she’s surprised to find Mariel out of position, but Stems takes it in stride (no pun intended) and slings Skye into the strands with an Irish Whip. The return trip is uneventful, as is Stipanovic’s effortless Gut-Wrench that spins Mitchell through a full hundred and eighty degrees. It’s not until the last third of the journey that Val’s plans go sideways, or rather Skye herself goes sideways, the nimble brunette slipping her foe’s clutches at the zenith, then hooking an arm under Stipanovic’s left bicep to send her lurching toward the ropes with an Armdrag from deep in left field!
Already off balance following Mitchell’s acrobatic escape, Val trips over her own feet, falls to her knees and ‘twangs’ her throat against the second strand! There’s a roar from the crowd as Charlie’s Meteora stuffs Mariel in a crater, but Skye barely notices because she’s too busy running the ropes directly behind the breathless challenger. Juking right at the last possible second, Mitchell catches the top and middle rope and swings her legs through to THWHACK both shins offa Stipanovic’s unsuspecting mug!
SWEET-ONE-NINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_EAx_p0h-4
Experiencing a total sugar crash after the Sweet-One-Nine, Val lands hard on her back, rolls onto her stomach and settles into a long, lean sprawl, the flattened challenger gulping a whole lotta wind. Skye Mitchell on the other hand is feeling downright rejuvenated and from her place on the apron she throws her hands high, urging the FAWNatics to get as loud as they can. “C’MON ORLANDO!” she bellows. “I WANNA HEAR IT!”
They answer with all they can and then some, just the sort of outpouring Skye loves. Happy to repay it in kind, the Lil’est Mitchell vaults onto the top rope and from there its Infinity & Beyond, Skye throwing herself into a smooth, albeit deadly corkscrew that THAWHAMS down deep on Val’s exposed belly! Stipanovic gags, goes to roll to one side but Mitchell won’t have it, she shoves the challenger flat, then swings a leg over and sits down on her chest! Just to be sure the champ hooks the Angeleno’s left leg and tucks it under her arm while Castle and a raucous chorus count the…
SPRINGBOARD TORNILLO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SMEDUd-E_A
Already across the decked Gamazon, a wincing Mitchell remains there, hooking an endless lower limb of the brunette for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Val uses her free leg to rock her way out of the pinfall, flopping onto her side but remaining in dire condition.
The gutted and gasping Stipanovic calls out for help from her partner as she slowly rises, Skye allowing her to get to vertical.
It becomes clear why, as waiting atop a set of buckles is the poised Dawson, Mariel not responding to Val’s concern as she’s in a daze on the arena floor from the Desert Darling’s aerial demolition. And Charlie continues her acrobatic assaults, leaping from the penthouse and SPIKING the towering brunette with a bombastic Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
Already moving to her launch point while Dawson’s in the air, the legal Sweetheart is ready for takeoff once Valerie ends in her long, limby starfish. The second-gen superstar springs high above the splayed challenger, she collapses into a tuck at her zenith and expands outward CRASHING down on the blasted brunette with a frogsplash.
It’s hardly as dramatic as Charlie’s cutter, but it’s done by the authorized champion and it’s gutchurningly effective on the already demolished Stipanovic.
Stems jackknifes weakly under Skylar who hooks both legs and folds Valerie into a matchbook, stacked on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
The Mania crowd erupts in jubilation, giving the retaining titleholders a standing ovation for pulling off what many still considered an upset but which honestly could no longer be considered such by those paying attention to the last several months.
Letting a semiconscious Valerie unfold, Skye leaps to her feet and into the arms of the onrushing Charlie. The twosome bounces around the ring in their embrace as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Skye Mitchell and Charlie Dawson…America’s Sweethearts!”
Blonde and brunette head up their corner of choice and salute the people who made them FAWN’s most beloved team ever, if perhaps not it’s most formidable. Whether they ever reach that level or not, they are handed their belts when they return to the terra firma of the canvas. The Hearts hold their hardware high as outside a wobbly Mariel grabs a wrist of her partner and drags a softly stirring Valerie out of the ring and into her cradling arms. Their legs catch on each other and they plop to their backsides, looking up from a seat on the floor to the diminutive champs above.
Aghast and in disbelief, the heads of Leggs, Inc. drop, chin to chest, knowing they’ve blown their golden opportunity on the biggest stage. They’d no doubt be moved to the end of the line. The despondent Gamazons struggle to their feet and head to the back, buffeted by the jeers and trolling of the FAWNatics, at least those not in mid-celebration with the Sweethearts.
Owning the squared circle, Charlie and Skye continue the party, the ‘stylings’ of Taylor Swift accompanying the festivities as the telecast heads to a promo for the next title contest.
The team many consider as having the most special toolbox of all lean against each other in anticipation of their cue. The long-limbed beauties whisper final words when the lights dim. The Tron 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 screen, 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 and ready but admittedly somewhat mixed. After all, the challengers would be trying to end the reign of a team that’s completely won over the FAWNatics, belief replacing doubt over the course of a flawlessly ‘Sweet’ summer. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers. The long-limbed lovelies, one with olive complexion 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.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The team’s anthem hasn’t been used in vain, as the two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide 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 aren’t interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight 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, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a forty-five minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles! First. Weighing a combined two-hundred and fifty-five 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 loses its pop when the throng realizes who is coming next and how close they are to arriving. Noticing and not at all liking the lack of attention, each woman moves partially through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, faces flushing as they watch eyes turn to the upper stage. Determined to bring the peepers back to them, Legs and Stems show off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the opposite number through.
Inside, they grumble noticeably at the lack of devotion being paid, the champs stealing Leggs’ final rumble of Mania entrance thunder. Snorting in frustration, each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest God gave her, before tossing the jacket to a FAWN flunky. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner and turn their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for the hottest little merch movers in a long while.
The FAWNatics explode on cue with unrivalled excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays over the arena speakers.
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde bursts through the curtains, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The grappler raises a gaudy gold belt high with one hand and cups the other to an ear, daring the throng to get louder and, when the blushing blonde drops to one knee to show the capacity crowd her partner standing behind, they manage to make it happen.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, tag belt around her slender waist, waves her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie, having strapped her belt in place, raises her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laces fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYE MITCHELL:
Skye pulls her partner up and they pivot into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo no doubt acknowledging what a ride it’s been from lovable losers to FAWN’s top team and defending champions at none other than FAWNAMANIA.
The ring announcer makes the gravity of the situation clear, raising his voice over Tay-Tay’s.
“And their opponents, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the Tag Team Champions…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye break from their huddle and head for the ring, blonde and brunette making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way, becoming the title holders in no way affecting the love for their supporters.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slide under the bottom rope, spring to their feet and unzip their hot pink hoodies. Charlie slips hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still manages to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sports a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye share a high-five center stage as their music fades. They move to their corner to unclip and hand over their prizes for safekeeping then take a moment to adjust their togs. They intermittently stretch and wave to their multitude of fans before turning their focus to the towering twosome now standing in the way of yet another chapter in their Cinderella story.
With the Mania crowd threatening to blow the roof off, it’s the final member of this generation of the Mitchell clan deciding she’ll take the reigns for the champions in arguably the biggest tag event of the year.
Skye bounces from one boot sole to the other as she watches the Incorporated challengers settle on McGinty as their leadoff hitter, Valerie taking her place on the outside while the blonde strides to the middle of the ring and offers a hand.
The nervous crowd fusses over the Sweetheart’s approach and acceptance of the shake, but the near six-footer and the bite-sized brunette offer each other only respect as the bell rings. Only Mariel’s not letting go. Champ and challenger start to jaw, the FAWNatics already grumpy about McGinty’s lack of decorum. Mariel seems completely uninterested in the scattered boos and, when Skye tries to back away, she tugs the springy brunette toward her.
Mitchell uses the forced momentum to launch, taking the flaxen-haired Amazon down with an impromptu Thesz Press. Skylar rides the tumbling Mariel down, landing in a kneeling straddle of the challenger and wailing away with wild rights and lefts, making a serious first impression on the challenger to the delight of the throngs. Finally, a flustered McGinty shoves Mitchell off and scurries to her feet, backtracking to the Leggs’ corner where she makes sure Val doesn’t tag, Mariel demanding she get the first shot at the second gen superstar standing in the way of her and Stems’ rightful reign.
Mariel circles out of the corner for a second go, joining an orbiting Skye in tightening circles until they reach for each other. Not surprisingly, the Carolina Cutie ducks under Mariel’s attempt at a tie-up, slipping behind and clamping on a Waistlock. Mitchell tries to lift and dump the blonde, but it’s a fool’s errand, McGinty too big and settled. Still, Skye’s able to easily duck tossed elbows from the challenger, the Sweetheart making herself a pest more than threatening the Amazon.
cGinty creates enough slack with some pelvic thrusts in arears to pivot and wrap a long arm around Skye’s noggin, but Mitchell has enough ‘ooomph’ in a shove to send Mariel to the ropes in front of her. Long loping strides accumulate after the u-turn, Legs charging as the Sweetheart does the same after backtracking into her own set of cables. Meeting in the middle, Skye takes the low road, sliding between her foe’s long, lower limbs. Not waiting to pop to her feet to attack, the Lil’est Mitchell hooks hands around the ankles of the startled blonde and rips Mariel’s feet out from under her, McGinty dropping to a chin-first collision with the canvas.
With the challenger grounded on her chest, flexing her jaw, Skylar hops to vertical and moves to a standing forward-facing straddle of McGinty’s shins. The diminutive brunette collects Mariel’s ankles once more, advancing with them in her possession under her arms, curving the lanky blonde into an increasing arc as part of Skylar’s Carolina Crab. The inverted Boston draws winces and mewls when Skye reaches Mariel’s shoulderblades and starts to lower into a crouch.
“Nice pins,” Skye grunts. “Perfect to make you tap.”
As trash talk, it’s on the weak side, but every Mitchell knows her submissions and the Lil’est One has Mariel tugging at her golden locks in pain and frustration at the gnat’s success. McGinty digs her nails into the canvas and pulls herself toward safety when Skylar rises from her catcher’s stance and tugs a writhing Legs back to dead center and lowers, the crowd roaring at the thought of Sweetheart success.
But before Mitchell can completely regain her stance, Mariel grunts loudly and unfurls her curved lower limbs with the strength that makes them match-lethal weapons. Skye is sent into a stumbling backpedal that becomes a somersault when she loses her balance.
The freed McGinty works at the knots in her lower back when a shout from Stems sends her crawling for a tag. Across the ring, Mitchell is already near home base and she quickly tags her platinum-haired counterpart. Both of America’s Sweethearts race after the retreating Mariel, each collecting an ankle with McGinty inches removed from escape. The beloved duo lifts the infamous limbs high and drop in opposite directions, forcing Mariel into a hellish set of splits that has McGinty squealing in pain and grasping for her groin as she curls into a fetal ball.
The cheeky and yes illegal activity has Nick Castle scolding the champions, Charlie and Skye no less adored by the delighted crowd. As Skye holds up her hands in innocence, with her mug how could she not be, and heads for the exit, Dawson snatches Mariel’s left leg and flips McGinty to her back. Snaking her limbs and torso around McGinty’s weaponry, the Desert darling collapses around the limb then tightens when she hits the mat, securing an agonizing Legbar on the grounded Amazon.
LEGBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHHrSghv-WI
Charlie politely asks Nick to provide Mariel a way out and when Castle obliges, a cursing McGinty takes a swipe at the zebra. Mariel place both palms on the deck and, despite her features twisting in anguish, begins ‘walking’ her way toward the worried but encouraging Angeleno behind her.
The size difference allows Mariel to tug the pouty-lipped Sweetheart toward Leggs’ territory despite the agony of the trek. Losing the ground, Charlie realizes she must change tactics. Releasing the Bar, Dawson kips to her feet, races in front of Mariel and dives to latch onto McGinty’s right arm just as she reaches it toward the extended wing of her partner.
Having dropped to the canvas, Dawson quickly folds then Scissors the limb, seemingly determined to take out the Amazon apart piece by piece.
SHORT-ARM SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4PHQ7lnvZg
A grunting Mariel frustrated by the early success of the titleholders, shakes her head and shouts a determined ‘NO’ before Castle can ask. A few feet away, an increasingly agitated Valerie reaches over the top rope, first extending her arm toward Mariel, then reaching it toward the silvery locks of her foe. Both are out of even her lengthy reach.
The Desert Darling increases the pressure on her Scissors, arching her back as she leans into a bridge to gain more leverage but the effort decreases her balance and a barrel rolling Mariel, stacks Charlie on her shoulders with a quickly created cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson has to give up her scissors to scramble free of the pin-fall attempt. She clambers to her feet but not before a dive from McGinty allows Legs to tickle fingers with her teammate. As Stipanovic folds her way through the cables, Charlie sprints to the ropes behind her and comes flying back at the entering Angeleno. What Dawson has in mind remains a mystery as when the bite-sized blonde gets near, a raised Big Boot to Charlie’s chin nearly removes her head from her shoulders, a deflated ‘OHHHH’ escaping the phalanx of FAWNatics.
BIG BOOT @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lT_H8JCY6Ik
“Just like THAT!” Stipanovic snaps her fingers to emphasize the point. “You Tween Queens had a nice feel good run this summer, but I’m afraid you need to be at least this tall,” the sculpted blonde holds a measuring hand to chest level, “to call yourself legitimate champions. And I’m afraid you just can’t stack up!”
Charlie Dawson doesn’t much care for this assessment of the Sweetheart’s reign thus far and she would’ve told Valerie as much if the looming brunette hadn’t jarred her train of thought with a massive double handful of hair! Castle calls attention to the offense at once and Stipanovic nods sympathetically, which was probably why she wastes so little time in yanking Dawson up on tiptoe and TWHUNKING her down flat on her face! The blonde bounces to her knees and rears back, both hands pressed to her nose to check for damage.
“Hey, I think she’s got something on her face, Val!” Mariel calls from the Leggs Inc. corner.
Stipanovic grabs another handful of hair (albeit only a single this time) wrenches Charlie’s head backward and ‘boops’ her on the tip of her nose. “That? That’d be her nose, Mar.”
“Looks like a smudge to me. I think you should help her wipe it off.” McGinty notes with a malicious smile.
Valerie’s answer is equally ominous. “I can do that!”
Sidling around to Dawson’s right, Stems shifts her grip to the nape of Charlie’s neck so the ref can’t complain about hair when she PWAAAKED the first quick kick into her opponent’s face! Charlie takes the first two flush on the mouth before she manages to raise something like a guard. But even the barrier of her forearms doesn’t prove much of deterrent, as Stipanovic simply kicks hard enough to drive the blonde’s defenses into her increasingly flushed mug. All in all the ‘Mania crowd tolls ‘NINE!’ kicks from the brunette Gamazon before Valerie stretches her arms wide and dips into a deep, courtly bow.
REPEATED HEAD KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L72WtvNjtxg
Nothing nearly so regal from the Sweetheart at the moment, Dawson sways in place, her hands almost limp at her sides as she tries to fight through the-- Val presses a hand to Charlie’s cheek and pie-faces her hard enough to drop the champ to all fours. Acknowledging the boos with a sly smile, Stipanovic looks to the crowd while casually moving to keep herself between the grounded blonde and her corner. “What’s wrong?” she asks the FAWNatics. “Oh, I know, you want more high flying! Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered!”
Valerie backs up a few steps, then whipped around and races into the Sweethearts corner to THWHAP a stiff Forearm Smash against the side of Skye’s head! Too concerned with her partner to prepare for the challenger’s duplicity, the Littlest Mitchell topples from the apron to the floor, thus leaving Charlie at the mercy of those Leggy Lioness’. Speaking of whom, Val pulls an about-face as soon as she’s through with the sneak attack and sprints back to the penitent Dawson. Leaving her feet in a short hop, the Angeleno whips her right foot high overhead and brings it down like a guillotine, the sole of her foot just CRAAACKING between the blonde’s shoulders!
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiEzcy4secY
Charlie cries out and tumbles onto her back to protect against further punishment, but this just gives Stipanovic an excuse to drive both heels into her tummy courtesy of a Double Stomp! Dawson ‘OOOFFFH’S!’ and slops onto her side, the Sweetheart feeling anything but as she works to keep her insides in the proper alignment.
Meanwhile Valerie takes an opportunity to brush some imaginary grit from her boots, a casual little show of dominance that did nothing to endear them to the increasingly partisan crowd. “My, my, my, aren’t you all fickle tonight?” Stipanovic notes with mock consternation as she begins to scrape Dawson offa the mat. “Guess I’ll have to work extra hard to win you back to the winning team!”
To that end she reels Charlie into a Front Facelock, slings the near arm across her shoulders and catches hold of the champ’s powder blue waistband. With those hooks set she turns so that Charlie is facing the Leggs Inc. side of the ring and muscles the smaller wrestler all the way to high noon in a single convulsive yank. A good portion of the crowd starts to count almost immediately, though they’ve only reached ‘TWO!’ when Stipanovic steps forward and slings her burden down, Dawson plummeting through a freefall that ends with her folding over the top rope with a gut-churning ‘twang!’
Charlie bounces high, in fact she probably would’ve taken a header to the floor if Val hadn’t placed a steadying hand on her lower back. No kindness this, Stems just wants to keep the champ right where she is. “C’mon in, Mar. This one’s nice and soft!” Stipanovic is all smiles as she exchanges a confident tag with her partner. McGinty rejoins the fray with equal zeal, though its worth noting that Val makes no effort to vacate the premises. Instead she collects Charlie’s head in a rough Cravate and builds on the work of her kicks by thum-thum-thum-THUMPING half a dozen Kneelifts into the Sweetheart’s forehead!
ROPE HUNG SUPLEX & KNEESTRIKES COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-EekJgXCow
This flurry ends just as Castle reaches ‘FOUR!’ and so Stems finally departs, leaving Dawson on a nice level playing field with--THWHACK! Mariel storms in from the left and flicks out her right leg for another Big Boot that just caroms off the side of Dawson’s skull. The decimated Sweetheart tumbles clear of the ropes and lands flat on her back, whereupon McGinty pounces across her chest and hooks the far leg for…
ROPE HUNG BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L14qAv0eurg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Roars of approval from Sweetheart Nation as Skye Mitchell flies in from outta nowhere with a pinpoint Dropkick to the big blonde’s ribs!
“THERE!” Skye barks as she scrambles to verticality. “How do you like it ya sneaky witches?!”
Mariel doesn’t like it much at all and lets Mitchell and Castle hear about it at the top of her lungs. Val however seems remarkably sanguine about the situation, indeed she’s smiling prettily when she drops off the apron, reaches under the bottom rope and clamps a choke on Dawson’s throat! The resultant thrashing catches Mitchell’s eye within heartbeats, unfortunately her would-be rescue is thwarted by the Senior Official, who quickly bustles her back to the appropriate corner.
Abandoning her illicit grip the instant Mariel returns her attention to the gasping champion, Stipanovic hops back onto the apron, ‘flicks’ her togs into place and offers her friend a little golf clap of encouragement for whatever she has in mind.
“You two can really fly for a pair of toddlers!” Mariel admits as she helps herself to the blonde’s left wrist. “But I think I can help you soar even higher.” Charlie has no interest in this sort of assistance from the challenger, yet she couldn’t offer anything like real resistance and McGinty wasn’t taking no for an answer. Nudging her opposition into the middle of the ring, McGinty sends Charlie into the far set of strands (the ones closest to the Leggs Inc. corner) simply waits for the blonde to return. A heartbeat prior she stuffs both hands against Dawson’s midriff and shoots the champ into the rafters like she’s little more than volleyball primed for spiking. And that’s exactly what Mariel does, the pink-clad blonde palming her right hand over Charlie’s glutes so she could push down and thus THAWHAM her prey into the deck with stupendous force!
FREEFALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l0hsmT5YBM
Dawson bounces higher than she has any right to and lands on one knee. Quite pleased with these latest developments, Mariel takes a moment to ‘frame’ her adversary between thumb and index finger before she rushes in and takes to the sky. Those assembled were sure she’d post off the champ’s knee for a Shining Wizard but Legs doesn’t need such plebian assistance to reach the appropriate heights. Instead it’s a straight vertical leap from the blonde, one that ends with her right foot pistoning into the side of Charlie’s noggin with a vile THWHACK!
LEGSHILARATING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AQV7qcu9Hs
Charlie collapses into a starstruck heap after the Legshilarating Kick, but McGinty doesn’t go for a cover. Instead she settles into a seat behind the champ and hauls her to a seat. Eyes locked on the frustrated countenance of Skye Mitchell, Mariel snuggles in close, locks her legs around Charlie’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeezes like a python wrapped around a mouse.
“Come on in!” Mariel calls to the other Sweetheart. “I dare you!”
Though young chronologically, Skye Mitchell is an old wrestling soul with years of family history to draw upon. The diminutive brunette isn’t about to be snookered by the goading of the leggy blonde.
McGinty shrugs.
“Don’t have the guts. I get it.”
Mariel leans back with Charlie still writhing weakly within her scissors. Once on her back, the Gamazon thrusts upward, forward then down, SPIKING Dawson’s tailbone into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The pouty-lipped Sweetheart’s palms shoot to her busted backside, massaging her bruised booty, at least until McGinty decides it’s time for another Keister Bounce. Back, forward, up and DOWN…THUMP. Mariel repeats the cascading CRASHES until the Desert Diva is whimpering, dreading another butt-blasting trip.
“Let her tag me if you want me in so bad,” Mitchell counters angrily.
‘Legs’ grabs a rubbery wrist of the faltering champion and pushes Charlie’s hand toward her partner.
“PLEASE…PLEASE HELP ME!” Mariel loudly croaks in the raspy-throated voice of Dawson. A snarling Charlie throws an elbow to try and shut McGinty’s impersonation down, but Mariel just catches it and bends the limb into a Chickenwing then butt-bombs the Sweetheart again with an encore bounce.
The Desert Darling’s features twist in pain from her battered buttocks and her partner’s seen enough. Skye slips through the cables, but a shouting Val turns stoolpigeon. Castle tries to intercept but a shimmy right and a spin left shows the Carolina Cutie could play some mean halfback. Next position? Placekicker. She drives a soccer style boot to the chest of the Gamazon, sending Mariel flat to the canvas and cracking open her vice-like scissors from around Dawson.
Not about to let her Incorporated teammate face the two Sour-farts alone, Stipanovic enters to make it a four-way free-for-all, Nick losing control and not appearing to know which way to turn or whose elbow to grab.
The crowd shouts at their Sweethearts to make them aware of the new entry, but unfortunately for Mitchell their call leads to disaster. Skye turns to find Valerie and gets gutted by a Toe Kick as she does, Mitchell doubling over from the blow. Stems turns and heads for the strands behind her. Rebounding, she charges and leaps, right leg extended. She wraps the lethal limb over and around the head of the Carolina Cutie and RAMS Mitchell’s face into the deck with her Famelegger.
FAMELEGER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU
The bite-sized brunette flops to her back in a daze while Stipanovic stands tall over all she surveys, including her partner. Val moves to Mariel to assist but Castle, desperate to regain order, finally has an obvious choice to corral. He grabs an elbow and leads Stems back to her station.
The intervention doesn’t seem to matter much as Mariel is the first rising. Knowing well, Charlie is the legal Heart, she picks the platinum blonde as the target. Hustling to the ropes, McGinty leaps onto the middle strand and completes an aerial U-turn. Her never-ending legs lead the way as she prepares to provide a Springboard Guillotine Leg Drop across the throat of the forlorn Dawson.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naftveUiAQo
But as Mariel is about to deliver a likely decisive blow, Charlie rolls clear and McGinty gives herself about ten Keister Bounces worth of impact to her tailbone in one shot when she misses her would-be victim.
Yelping as she grabs her derriere, McGinty flops to her side, massaging her coccyx, the FAWNatics clearly enjoying the karma. While the impact travels through the towering blonde’s spinal column, both champs rise and stagger to Mariel. Each takes a wrist, despite Nick’s directions to the contrary. They draw ‘Legs’ to the ropes and heave her away with a double Irish whip.
Moving to the middle as Mariel rebounds, each Sweetheart dips when McGinty reaches them and they launch their challenger with a Double Back Body Drop that sends McGinty flipping through the Orlando airspace to land on her backbone with a heavy thud. Mariel arches in agony from the impact until a boot from Charlie to her chest lays her flat. The Hearts race to opposite ropes and rebound toward the splayed McGinty. Simultaneously, the champs leap into front flipping Sentons, Charlie CRASHING down across Mariel’s chest and Skylar doing likewise across her foe’s lightly tanned tummy.
As Mitchell heads ‘home’, Charlie watches with surprise as a groaning, grimacing Mariel, one arm wrapped around her midriff, fights toward vertical. Getting on her horse again, the Desert Darling hits the ropes and sprints toward the challenger. She flies into the waiting Mariel, McGinty reflexively grabbing her foe and launching upward for a game-changing Facebuster. But Dawson flips the script and collects the Gamazon’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Charlie sits out, NAILING McGinty with a perfect Wheelbarrow Stunner straight from the Land of Enchantment.
LAND OF ENCHANTMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnvAtK6zw1g
Mariel ends on her ass, working at her jaw while the reenergized if wincing Dawson kips to her feet, ignoring the Keister Bounce she’d given herself to instead enjoy the noisy support of the Mania throngs.
Charlie races to the Sweethearts’ corner instead of her seated foe, tagging in the Lil’est Mitchell. Again, the champs become a dual force of nature having meshed into a threat not to be ignored. Valerie also decides she won’t be unnoticed, planning to preempt any double-team on her partner. But the Hearts seem to have surmised her intentions on the fly. Blonde and brunette meet an entering Val with a Double Dropkick that sends Stipanovic crashing to the canvas.
Together, they pluck Stems off the deck and heave her to the Leggs’ corner, Val thumping in back-first. Rushing to the opposite buckles, Charlie takes the initial run, leaping into a mini-avalanche that, despite its size has a noticeable impact on ‘Stems’. No more than a second behind, Skye doubles the Hearts’ pleasure with another Splash, Charlie taking one for the team to double decker the Angeleno.
Valerie’s infamous lower limbs fail her as she drops to her butt cheeks. FAWN’s beloved tag team moonwalk to the middle where they seem ready to Bronco Bust the brunette in stereo. BUT FROM BEHIND, a furious Mariel snatches a handful of locks atop the head of each of America’s Sweethearts. Forcing the teammates to face each other, McGinty draws their noggins back, Charlie and Skye’s eyes going wide before there is a meeting of the champions’ minds, Mariel BANGING their coconuts together.
Charlie staggers away and tumbles through the ropes while Mitchell, apparently getting the worst of the butting, ends on her back, staring blankly into space.
McGinty strides to a rising Stems and guides her partner through the ropes only to tag her and help her back in. Determining its payback time for the previous double-teams Leggs, Inc. peels Mitchell off the deck, a palm of each challenger grasping the diminutive brunette’s throat.
Together they lift Skylar, seemingly reaching her up to the rafters, before powerslamming her nearly THROUGH the mat, the ring-rattling deposit of the champ silencing the crowd and leaving Skylar a steaming wreck at the feet of the Incorporated duo.
Each challenger turns to the Mania crowd.
“You turn on us for these little cupie dolls?!” Valerie shouts.
“Watch Bitchell learn what my LA woman can do to someone when properly motivated,” McGinty adds, allowing Castle to escort her to the sidelines.
‘Motivated’ proves a bit of an understatement, Stipanovic moves like a woman possessed as she scrapes the smaller wrestler off the mat with a series of furious hair pulls. Switching to the Wristlock before Castle can open his whining mouth, Val points Mitchell at a neutral corner and sends her off with an Irish Whip that has Skye moving even faster than normal. Of course such speed in her current state is a very dangerous thing, as the FAWNatics can attest when the Sweetheart whips around in a drunken half circle and BWUUUNGS spine-first into the thinly-padded steel! Mitchell groans, sags noticeably but she manages to stay vertical by throwing her arms over the top rope. Whether this resilience was blessing or curse is open for your interpretation, as only moments later Valerie Stipanovic rushes in full speed ahead, not for a decapitating Kick but a nauseating Hip Check, the gammy brunette just THWHUMPING her sculpted tush into Skye’s tummy like it’s the world’s perkiest wrecking ball!
Mitchell’s eyes bug wide as she’s forced up and back, her own rump getting wedged into place atop the second turnbuckle. Ever aware even in the direst of straights, Skye grabs hold of the top rope and treats it to an anemic shake. “Ruuuuhhh….ropes,” she huffs. “I’m in the ropNNGGHH!”
Val interrupts with a rude Back Elbow that leaves Mitchell’s chin resting against her own sternum. “Don’t even bother mentioning the ropes, honey.” Stipanovic chides as she turns ‘round, wedges a shoulder into the champ’s midriff and hoists her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “You’re not gonna be here long enough to get comfortable.”
Skye doesn’t care for the sounds of that and she snatches hold of the top rope to keep her anchored in place, unfortunately this stratagem doesn’t account for the Angeleno’s talons and she pays a high price when Stipanovic raaaaaaaakes her eyes! Charlie Dawson and Nick Castle complain mightily about the foul, yet Val remains quite unfazed as she turns and reaches over her right shoulder with both hands to secure, not a Three Quarters Facelock, but simply a massive double handful of hair. Blowing a kiss to the other Sweetheart, Valerie takes two huge steps forward and drops to one knee to flip Mitchell from the corner to the canvas courtesy a Snapmare from the Penthouse!
PENTHOUSE SNAPMARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8WhVW6thfY
Skye lands flat on her back and immediately sits up, the Lil’est Mitchell grimacing in anguish as she tries to fight through the worst of the pain. Understandable then that she doesn’t register Stipanovic racing by on her left, doesn’t in fact realize the leggy challenger has left, let alone returned until the telltale thrum of boots on canvas causes her to look up and-- CRAAACK! Val drops to her knees, skids in and clouts Skye across the mouth with a Slap so Bytchy it folds the champ backward atop her own haunches!
Cackling with delight, Stems throws herself on Mitchell’s tummy in a heavy Crossbody, the big brunette making sure to stuff one hand against Skye’s sizzling face while Castle and the FAWNatics count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Too focused on tag gold to keep their attention on both Sweethearts, Leggs Incorporated (and Stipanovic in particular) were caught off-guard when Charlie Dawson drops out of the heavens to THWHUMP a gorgeous Springboard Elbow Drop across the back of Val’s neck!
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTI3AvISCdE
Mariel shrieks outrage to the heavens but doesn’t call for a disqualification or even make her way into the ring because that busybody nerd Castle is already shooing Dawson back to her corner. Trusting her partner to beat the midget back to vertical, Mariel quietly drops off the apron, crouches low and circles ‘round the ring en route to the Sweethearts’ side of town.
With all the attention on Val and Skye, Legs makes it to the opposite corner before anyone notices the intrusion and even then it was only the sharpest eyed FAWNatics that manage to shout off a warning. It would’ve been too little too late for anyone even a tick or two slower, but Charlie Dawson isn’t so much quick as she is abrupt and those astounding twitch reflexes of hers give the blonde just enough time to bust out a gorgeous cartwheel that breezes over the scything Clothesline Mcinty aims at her lower legs! Cursing at the brat’s evasiveness, Mariel whips around on her heel and THWHACK! Charlie made her pay a stiff penalty for the whiff in the form of a short, low-angle Super Kick delivered straight from her place on the apron!
SWEETHEART'S CARTWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=84TnBUq9Bgk
Mariel stumbles hard, reaches for the ropes to steady her while she blinks out the stars in her “NNNGGGHH!” Dawson puts a stop to that nonsense with a quick kick smashed into the underside of the blonde’s forearm! Reeling now, McGinty draws that injured arm tight against her chest and backs away from the squared circle in the hopes of--NOPE! The Desert Diva rushes uses the narrow ledge like a runway and takes flight accordingly, Charlie lifting her knees to chest-level to land astride Mariel’s shoulders, then ride her all the way to the floor with a THWHUMPING Meteora!
APRON METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Bn1Kc_H8tg
The landing shot McGinty’s stems straight into the air and Dawson certainly would’ve collected them for a cover if this had been a falls count anywhere affair. Since it isn’t, she tumbles free and bounces to boot leather with a shout of, “THAT’S WHAT YOU FREAKIN’ GET BEANPOLE!”
At about the time Mariel set off on her doomed sabotage effort, Valerie Stipanovic makes it to her feet and forces Skye Mitchell to do the same via an energetic handful of hair. Turning to the Leggs corner she’s surprised to find Mariel out of position, but Stems takes it in stride (no pun intended) and slings Skye into the strands with an Irish Whip. The return trip is uneventful, as is Stipanovic’s effortless Gut-Wrench that spins Mitchell through a full hundred and eighty degrees. It’s not until the last third of the journey that Val’s plans go sideways, or rather Skye herself goes sideways, the nimble brunette slipping her foe’s clutches at the zenith, then hooking an arm under Stipanovic’s left bicep to send her lurching toward the ropes with an Armdrag from deep in left field!
Already off balance following Mitchell’s acrobatic escape, Val trips over her own feet, falls to her knees and ‘twangs’ her throat against the second strand! There’s a roar from the crowd as Charlie’s Meteora stuffs Mariel in a crater, but Skye barely notices because she’s too busy running the ropes directly behind the breathless challenger. Juking right at the last possible second, Mitchell catches the top and middle rope and swings her legs through to THWHACK both shins offa Stipanovic’s unsuspecting mug!
SWEET-ONE-NINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_EAx_p0h-4
Experiencing a total sugar crash after the Sweet-One-Nine, Val lands hard on her back, rolls onto her stomach and settles into a long, lean sprawl, the flattened challenger gulping a whole lotta wind. Skye Mitchell on the other hand is feeling downright rejuvenated and from her place on the apron she throws her hands high, urging the FAWNatics to get as loud as they can. “C’MON ORLANDO!” she bellows. “I WANNA HEAR IT!”
They answer with all they can and then some, just the sort of outpouring Skye loves. Happy to repay it in kind, the Lil’est Mitchell vaults onto the top rope and from there its Infinity & Beyond, Skye throwing herself into a smooth, albeit deadly corkscrew that THAWHAMS down deep on Val’s exposed belly! Stipanovic gags, goes to roll to one side but Mitchell won’t have it, she shoves the challenger flat, then swings a leg over and sits down on her chest! Just to be sure the champ hooks the Angeleno’s left leg and tucks it under her arm while Castle and a raucous chorus count the…
SPRINGBOARD TORNILLO SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SMEDUd-E_A
Already across the decked Gamazon, a wincing Mitchell remains there, hooking an endless lower limb of the brunette for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Val uses her free leg to rock her way out of the pinfall, flopping onto her side but remaining in dire condition.
The gutted and gasping Stipanovic calls out for help from her partner as she slowly rises, Skye allowing her to get to vertical.
It becomes clear why, as waiting atop a set of buckles is the poised Dawson, Mariel not responding to Val’s concern as she’s in a daze on the arena floor from the Desert Darling’s aerial demolition. And Charlie continues her acrobatic assaults, leaping from the penthouse and SPIKING the towering brunette with a bombastic Charlie Cutter.
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P53Lflg9OC0
Already moving to her launch point while Dawson’s in the air, the legal Sweetheart is ready for takeoff once Valerie ends in her long, limby starfish. The second-gen superstar springs high above the splayed challenger, she collapses into a tuck at her zenith and expands outward CRASHING down on the blasted brunette with a frogsplash.
It’s hardly as dramatic as Charlie’s cutter, but it’s done by the authorized champion and it’s gutchurningly effective on the already demolished Stipanovic.
Stems jackknifes weakly under Skylar who hooks both legs and folds Valerie into a matchbook, stacked on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
The Mania crowd erupts in jubilation, giving the retaining titleholders a standing ovation for pulling off what many still considered an upset but which honestly could no longer be considered such by those paying attention to the last several months.
Letting a semiconscious Valerie unfold, Skye leaps to her feet and into the arms of the onrushing Charlie. The twosome bounces around the ring in their embrace as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Skye Mitchell and Charlie Dawson…America’s Sweethearts!”
Blonde and brunette head up their corner of choice and salute the people who made them FAWN’s most beloved team ever, if perhaps not it’s most formidable. Whether they ever reach that level or not, they are handed their belts when they return to the terra firma of the canvas. The Hearts hold their hardware high as outside a wobbly Mariel grabs a wrist of her partner and drags a softly stirring Valerie out of the ring and into her cradling arms. Their legs catch on each other and they plop to their backsides, looking up from a seat on the floor to the diminutive champs above.
Aghast and in disbelief, the heads of Leggs, Inc. drop, chin to chest, knowing they’ve blown their golden opportunity on the biggest stage. They’d no doubt be moved to the end of the line. The despondent Gamazons struggle to their feet and head to the back, buffeted by the jeers and trolling of the FAWNatics, at least those not in mid-celebration with the Sweethearts.
Owning the squared circle, Charlie and Skye continue the party, the ‘stylings’ of Taylor Swift accompanying the festivities as the telecast heads to a promo for the next title contest.