Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2020 0:14:19 GMT
Having pushed past the enigmatic Cosmic Noir to reach their goal, the women treating them as an afterthought, a pair used cavalierly to keep them safe, Mariel and Valerie wait nervously for their Mania spotlight. And it would be no ordinary limelight, the titles that long evaded them on the line.
Protecting the champs from the Kanes turned from hugely successful mercenary hitjob to a showcase Bethany Christian couldn’t deny and, after surviving Lily and Ronnie and claiming the number one contender position to face their former employers, Leggs, Inc may be ready to claim their long-delayed legacy.
The long-limbed lovelies whisper final words to each other 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 somewhat mixed in their reaction. 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 Amazonian ideals, one with olive 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 MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The team’s anthem isn’t 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 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. 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 slows when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raises it to her lips.
“Portia! You tried to make us your and your team’s shields. Now we’re ready to bring the sword and end your pathetic attempt to reclaim lost glory through others.
Amara. Alexis. We respect you as individuals and a team. You might be the second best in the organization. But what you aren’t are deserving champs. Not until you beat us. And ladies. That’s not going to happen. We’ll give you four reasons why.”
Legs and Stems look each other up and down, showing off the glorious side views of their long, lean gams before each swings one through. Limber torsos follow, then the trailing set of gams.
Inside, McGinty and Stipanovic move to the middle, the blonde returning to her announcement.
“So Baby, you might want to check on the trademark for Silver Standard because the gold is coming to the corporation.”
McGinty hands the stick to Nick Castle and, in tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner. The duo turns their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for their Portia and her Golden Girls.
With the perhaps their toughest task yet in the ring and waiting, the reigning Tag Champions are ready to continue what is fast becoming an impressive run as gold holders.
With all in the arena on the edge of their collective seat, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage courses through the bowl. Those FAWNatics not already looking in the direction turn to the upper stage to curse the vile, villainous champs and, as much or more, their malicious manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd lets their hatred fly, burying the salacious sellouts and their Manhattanite manager in boos.
A long streak of white light shoots from the rafters as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough”. At the end of the beam, the infamous strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing radiating from the concealed hordes.
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
PORTIA VANBUREN
AMARA SINGH
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and the team’s ability and reputation, a well-oiled machine terrorizing taggers of all stripes.
The Standard stride to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in gold, two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts letting the champs’ curves nearly overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia smirks at her former mercenaries. Her predatory grin blossoms, Baby knowing she’s safe from the slings and arrows of the leggy duo and that her team, at the top of their game, would run roughshod over the arrogant Amazons.
VanBuren gives each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian climb to the apron and slip through the ropes, claiming center stage. VanBuren ‘chats’ amiably with the front row, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her exotic warriors, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips, her menacing gaze on the incorporated twosome.
“It’s a shame you didn’t continue to know your place in our relationship,” Portia informs. “You could have continued to make good money. Now you’ve thrown the Bennies away and your teetering careers in the fire. Any pretension your worthy of the top spot is going to burn away tonight. Always remember, you brought this on yourselves. Don’t you dare blame me, Jerseys.”
Portia drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside, while Nick Castle collects the stick and offers it to an attendant. The champs gather in their corner for a moment to decide who will be the head of tonight’s spear. The Subcontinental Siren Singh takes charge and opposite her, McGinty is chosen to join the loathsome Bollywood Basher.
The women leave their corners, the crowd bellowing a deafening roar as they’re more than ready to see someone put an end to the Standard’s run. The Indian beauty and long-limbed blonde circle, Mariel shooting out probing kicks to keep a wary Singh at bay. Amara tries to corral one kick around the ankle, but the stem slips away from her and the dance continues.
The Empress flashes forward but pulls up short, drawing a protective kick that the champ avoids. Singh quickly advances while it seems McGinty’s off-balance, but as soon as Mariel’s right leg touches ground, her left comes up and pistons into Amara’s chest, drawing a deep grunt as Singh stumbles in a backpedal to the ropes behind her. The Bollywood Bombshell rebounds, using the momentum to charge the Incorporated blonde and gets a small taste of a Big Boot from the blonde. The impact isn’t flush, but it’s enough to turn Singh through a pirouette, Amara’s eyes blinking wide, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The lanky Amazon challenger is far from done, skillfully showing off her athleticism, leaping into a spin of her own, bringing a roundhouse kick with her that tags Amara across the left temple, sending her staggering to the ropes. She catches herself in the cables before she can tumble to the canvas then judiciously backpedals to the champs’ corner, rubbing her skull with one hand and reaching behind to let Alexis take the mantle of the Gold Standard with the other.
A veteran of many wars at the top of the card, Suguitan is far from intimidated at McGinty’s display and she enters as the long, lean blonde resets in the center, motioning the Filipino Phenom forward.
Alexis attacks cautiously in a fashion similar to the previously repelled Amara, though the Penthouse Panther is willing to take a few kicks to raised forearms to force her way closer. Finally, she’s able to work her way through to tie-up with the near six-footer.
It’s a stalemate between champ and challenger in the collar-and-elbow, each fighting for leverage but unable to budge the other until Alexis breaks free. She slides around and behind Legs, wrapping her arms around McGinty in a waistlock. The golden-brown beauty bullies the blonde forward, pressing her foe chest-first into a neutral corner. Behind them, Castle calls for the break and Suguitan does as she’s told, stepping back a yard or so, allowing Mariel to turn and face her but only just. Alexis delivers a stiff forearm smash to Mariel’s jaw that swings the braincase of the blonde. She follows suit with another and a third, her foe’s long lower limbs giving a shudder as McGinty leans into the juncture of the cables.
Kicking her foe’s legs outward, first right then left, the Panther knocks Mariel to her backside, gams spread wide as she takes a seat, back against the buckles. The gilded Alexis stuffs her sole into McGinty’s face and scrapes her boot leather across the features of the seated challenger before finishing with a stomp to Mariel’s chin.
At ‘FOUR’, Alexis backs away raising her hands when it’s her educated feet that are the problem. But the champ dives right in when Mariel’s halfway to her considerable height. Alexis raises both hands high, fashioning them into blades and driving them into McGinty’s shoulders with wicked Mongolian Chops. A wincing Mariel’s body lowers perceptibly and it’s like a flash of red to the Panther, turning one set of chops into a flurry that delivers a grimacing McGinty to her knees.
Suguitan turns on a dime and briskly jogs to the opposite corner, waving at Valerie on her way. She slaps the top buckle and heads toward her target after a sharp u-turn, racing into a leaping knee that CRASHES between the baby blues of the kneeling Mariel, BLASTING McGinty. The blonde’s head snaps back and her long frame follows, the Amazon ending on her back in a daze. Alexis grabs both ankles and yanks her foe to the middle, before dropping the clearly overrated weapons, and diving atop her foe in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel kicks her way free forcefully, ending on her side and instinctively reaching toward her corner, though her dark-haired savior is yards away.
Suguitan shoves the blonde to her chest with a boot then goes airborne, dropping in a senton across the spine of her foe, Mariel grunting in pain from the impact. The Penthouse Panther moves to a forward-facing seat on the pits of McGinty’s knees. Alexis snatches Mariel’s wrists and pulls back while her golden-brown legs stretch forward. She tucks her feet under Legs’ chin, locking at the ankles, and yanks back viciously with a brutal modified surfboard. Torturing back, neck and arms, the Phenom torments the whimpering challenger, McGinty gazing longingly at Stipanovic.
The blonde squirms fitfully but Suguitan only pulls harder, curling the lanky McGinty into a greater arc.
“Ask her!” the champ demands, and Castle does as he’s told.
Mariel blurts a muffled ‘no’ and after another half-dozen seconds of distress, Alexis unhooks her boots and places one behind the head of her foe. She pushes forward while releasing her grips on McGinty’s arms. Mariel face plants into the deck via a modified curb stomp.
The Amazon remains face down, body spasmodically jerking before falling still.
The delighted Filipino pushes to her feet and hovers over what’s left of the challenger who presumed she’d become a champ.
“It’s not as easy as you imagined, is it?” Alexis asks to the insensate blonde. “There’s a reason why you’ve never become a champion despite the wishes of these idiots.”
The Filipino shoves McGinty to her back then hears calls from the sidelines, one from a frantic Valerie, pleading with her partner to reanimate. The other is a future FAWN Hall of Fame wrestler on a parabolic course to adding Hall of Fame manager to her resume.
“Let’s go,” Portia shouts. Suguitan half-turns, a look of frustration plastered. VanBuren motions to Singh who’s rested and ready.
Alexis’ gaze drops with her head. She fails to notice Mariel spring to life, slipping an arm between the tawny lower limbs from behind, yanking Suguitan off her feet and rolling her into a small package.
The Panther struggles and flails through…
ONE…
TWO…
…before kicking her way loose.
She rolls to her haunches, looking warily at Castle who thankfully holds two fingers aloft.
Next to her, the angular Amazon is also on her knees, appearing slightly less balanced. Suguitan fires a forearm into Mariel’s jaw, rocking the challenger. But McGinty returns fire with the same, staggering Alexis. The duo takes turns THUMPING forearms into chest, each connecting in turn, the crowd alternately cheering and booing. Finally, McGinty blocks and doubles up, blocks and triples, blocks and quadruples then flattens the Phenom to her back with a fifth, the Panther staring blankly into the rafters.
A huffing Mariel pushes to her feet, seemingly barely able to rise. She trudges to her corner and tags in Stems, Val folding her way through the cables, somehow Valerie’s frame more slender and long-limbed than her flaxen-haired counterpart. The Angeleno strides to the sprawled Suguitan and drops in a forward set of splits, levelling the front stem across Alexis’ chest.
Split Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB_Th-QPOrk ) 00:14
The tawny-skinned brunette keeps the leg draped across the clavicle of the suddenly vulnerable Filipino for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis shoves out from under, plenty of fight remaining in the champion but not nearly springing to her feet. She remains on her side in shellshocked hurt when the slinky Stipanovic snatches a wrist with both hands and surrounds the attached arm in a scissors before laying out on the deck, the limb captured in a cross armbreaker.
Cross Armbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA )
Valerie tries to rip Alexis’ arm out of its socket and simultaneously hyperextend the champ’s elbow. Alexis thrashes wildly, shrieking in pain and alarm. She’s able to clasp her hands together after a few seconds of anguish, relieving the pain but not the worry from her face. She spastically uses her strength to spin on her hip and reach her legs to the ropes, encircling the bottom one and squealing for a break.
Castle starts his count and gets to a full ‘FOUR’ before Val relents, untangling and pushing to her feet. She lingers over the grimacing and growling title holder, stepping back no more than a step or two, watching intently as her foe tries to rise with one fully working arm. Suguitan ascends deliberately, milking her grip on the strands.
“Get her back!” she demands, and Nick moves the poised Amazon a couple further steps back.
Suguitan gingerly steps away from the cables and Stipanovic instantly surges toward her foe. The Phenom responds with a lightning toe kick that Valerie catches before it can plunge into her taut, slim midriff.
“Bytch,” Stems scolds, “don’t be trying to use your legs as a weapon on me.”
Alexis takes a swing at Val’s chin but comes up short, Stipanovic making the Filipino hop on her remaining planted foot. Already off balance, Suguitan is in little position to halt being spun into a pirouette when the challenger tosses her raised leg to the right. The dark-haired grappler wheels through a 360 before being NAILED by the longest, lightning superkick on record, the Angeleno CRACKING her boot sole into the chin of the champ.
Alexis stiffens like a board and keels to her back, ending in a wide spreadeagle, out cold.
Knowing she’s caught every bit of the blast, Stems dives atop the splattered Phenom in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis doesn’t flinch but the cavalry comes in the form of Amara, breaking the pin with a double axhandle between the shoulderbladesl. Stipanovic arches in pain as a furious Mariel orders Castle to get control or she’ll have to enter and do it for him. The official grabs an elbow of the Bollywood Bombshell and steers her back to the Gold Standard corner.
While he does, Valerie slaps her hands together as loudly as she can manage with the zebra’s head turned. A smirking Mariel enters, joining her partner in grabbing a wrist of the Phenom, the challengers lifting Alexis to her feet. They push her deep into the ropes and send her racing across the canvas, VanBuren screaming bloody murder at FAWN’s head arbiter.
Suguitan hits the cables and rebounds at full speed, her head nearly removed from her shoulders by a double Big Boot from the combined strength of Leggs, Inc. Rocketing to the canvas, the back of Alexis’ skull cracks against the mat. Again the Filipino is laid out and unmoving, the Incorporated twosome taking control.
Mariel covers as the new ‘legal’ challenger and the blonde shouts for Castle to call the pin and the win. But this time the ‘Golden distraction’ from Amara and now Baby detracts from the plan of the Amazon challengers instead of helping them.
While the crowd counts out three…four…five, McGinty becoming apoplectic, Portia hops to the apron, grabbing Castle by the collar, making sure he doesn’t realize Alexis state of decay.
Finally threatening to disqualify the title holders, Nick convinces VanBuren to return to the floor. He turns to see the pin and slides into place, slapping for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Panther shifts a shoulder off the deck, saving herself with the help of the lag time. A fuming Mariel rises to one knee, lifting Alexis to a seated position by her hair.
“You cost us the titles,” McGinty complains. “Get your act together.”
As the blonde rises to her feet, Alexis struggles to one knee and McGinty is instantly in action, cartwheeling into an elevated head scissors. The Amazon pivots and rolls her hips the way she came, POUNDING Alexis’ face into the deck with a Headscissors DDT.
Headscissors DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA )
The faltering Alexis whiplashes away from the impact, flopping to the canvas but with enough ring awareness to use the momentum to roll out under the bottom rope and spill to the floor just around the corner from her fellow Standardbearers.
Instantly moving to save Suguitan with a pincer from both side, Singh enters the squared circle while the champs’ manager slips around the outside corner to help her charge. Mariel moves to the ropes, hoping to get to Alexis before Baby, but Amara throws a chop block into the back of McGinty’s left knee, taking the flaxen-haired Amazon down.
Mariel writhes on the canvas, grasping at her collapsed joint, yelping in pain while VanBuren helps the ruined Alexis to her feet. Dark eyes glassy, Suguitan somehow realizes her approaching doom as a sprinting Valerie closes the space between them with her wide strides, leveling a Big Boot at her chin. The resourceful Filipino draws her startled manager in front of her, using Portia as a shield, and its Fortune’s Favorite EATING every bit of Val’s boot leather, knocked flat and knocked out, finishing in a wide spreadeagle.
Having missed her mark, Stipanovic skids to a stop and reaches after Suguitan, but Alexis escapes into her legal habitat within the ropes. She rises and finds a limping McGinty turning toward her. Suguitan skewers her foe with a toe kick deep into alabaster abs, doubling over the lanky blonde. The Panther yanks Mariel’s lowered head between her legs. She reaches down the blonde’s back and grabs stereo handfuls of spandex, McGinty’s legholes used as handles to create a wedgie that has Mariel’s lower lip quaking, McGinty up on her tiptoes to try and relieve the pressure.
Grunting loud and deep, Alexis hauls the Amazon off her feet by her new thong of lycra, Suguitan showing the power and cattiness making her a constant threat and a current tag champion.
With Mariel flipping forward and up, the Phenom catches her foe and sits out, DRIVING Legs’ spine into the deck with her Panty Peeler, a wedgie-assisted Tiger Driver that leaves McGinty a husk, stacked on her shoulders between Alexis’ extended legs for the…
Tiger Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY )
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Stipanovic dives into the ring and breaks up the pin. Unable to reach Alexis in time, she shoves her partner instead, lifting a shoulder in doing so.
Castle raises a pair of fingers high and the FAWNatics bellow ‘TWO!’ to confirm the champs had come just short.
Still in the ring from her earlier entry, Amara hauls Val off the deck and bullies her into a corner then lights up the tawny-skinned Angeleno with a set of vicious blazing chops to Stems’ décolletage. Valerie’s increasingly rocked further onto her heels by each succeeding crack of a backhand. Wincing at each echoing sting, Stipanovic tries to halt the attack with a right cross, but the Indian grappler ducks under. She slips an arm between the brunette’s lethal, limber legs and vaults Valerie over the top, sending the challenger tumbling to the floor below with a fireman’s carry toss, the long, lean brunette ending not far from the softly stirring Portia.
On their own for the moment, Gold Standard each collect what’s left of Mariel, ‘helping’ the shellshocked blonde to her feet, ignoring the complaints of FAWN’s head referee. They push the dazed McGinty to the middle as each takes off for opposite sets of strands. Rebounding in unison, the team closes in. Alexis goes low from behind with a sweeping kick to the blonde’s ankles while Amara comes in high with a raised knee to the noggin. The simultaneous connections RIP Mariel off her feet at warp speed, the back of her skull BANGING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXB8aOKwVnE ) 00:52
Still in a bit of recovery mode, Alexis pushes wearily to her feet and is called to the corner by a roaring Empress. Amara slips out long enough for the Phenom to make a legal pass of the reigns and the Bollywood Bombshell hustles to the dazed McGinty, Mariel barely to a seated position.
Amara snatches Legs with a handful of hair and a wrist, tugging the Pennsylvanian to her feet and whipping her to a neutral corner, Mariel turning into a ragged back-first collision while a staggering Valerie finally makes it back to her assigned station. By comparison, VanBuren’s only under enough steam to reach a seat and lean against the skirt of the apron, lids blinking wide as she tries to make it to coherence.
Inside, Amara hardly seems lost without the guidance, racing to her cornered target and leaping, her boots landing on the blonde’s upper legs, hands lacing behind Mariel’s noggin. Throwing her mass in arears, Amara sends McGinty flying with a Monkey Flip, the incorporated blonde landing hard on her tailbone. Kipping to her feet, Singh lets the front rows have it, enjoying her control as a mewling Mariel as her hands buried beneath her buns, massaging her aching derriere.
Turning, Singh’s perfect pearlies glimmer as she races to the seated blonde and PLOWS a soccer kick into the lower vertebrae of the lanky challenger, McGinty arching in anguish.
The Empress’ turns from the thumping impact and takes a quick detour toward the Leggs,Inc. corner, driving a clubbing blow across the drooping head of a recovering Valerie, Stipanovic sent plummeting off the apron, crashing to a puddle on the thinly-padded cement floor below.
Raging, the Subcontinental Siren screams in all her husky-voiced glory, plucking Mariel off the canvas and bum-rushing her to another neutral set of buckles, tossing her between the top and middle buckle, the blonde’s right shoulder THWAMMING into the steel post. Instinctively, the Mania crowd groans in sympathy. Not as considerate is Singh who pulls the faltering challenger out and stuffs the wobbly Amazon deep in the corner, back to the buckles.
Amara hustles to the opposite corner and u-turns into a full-fledged charge of the blue-eyed blonde, BURYING the near six-footer when she arrives with an Indian Ocean tsumani of a splash. The golden-brown beauty flattens the fight out of Mariel and her ultimate weapons, McGinty’s fabled legs giving way, the long-legged fighter ending on her ass, gams extended in front of her, head on a bobble as she leans into the bottom buckle, slobberknocked.
A grinning Amara takes a glance toward her home base, Alexis is pleading for a tag, but the Empress shakes her off. No Portia yet. She sees the wobbly strawberry blonde stumbling toward the Gold Standard part of town, finally on her feet, if unsteady. It’s all about her.
Singh turns her bountiful backside toward the mug of the muddled challenger and backs dat ass up, plunging it into Mariel’s flawless features, presenting her with an infamous set of hot, crossed buns. Singh’s Harem Shake draws appreciative hoots from the Mania throngs, even if they don’t want the Bollywood Basher to emerge victorious. Amara scrubs her rump in figure-eights across the face of the increasingly flaccid Mariel, only letting McGinty’s visage appear after a dozen seconds of burnishing.
Mariel’s baby blues are glassy, her face covered in flop sweat from the time deep within Amara’s hothouse. The Bombshell cups a hand under the lowered chin of the blonde and raises her clouded gaze.
“And you thought you were a threat?”
The loathsome Empress slaps the taste out of Mariel’s mouth, waking McGinty enough to get the Amazon off her ass more easily but not enough to make the blonde anything appearing a threat.
Amara scoops McGinty under her long, slender thighs and lifts McGinty to a seat on the top buckle. VanBuren’s finally in her team’s corner with enough awareness to offer a weak chirp of encouragement. Singh nods at her manager and climbs to a stance on the middle cables. She slips her arms under those of the blonde and double underhooks the limbs.
Tempting fate and gravity, the Bombshell forces Mariel to a stance on the top ropes and joins her with the hooks in place, Mariel bent and ready for launching with the champ’s fateful Bollywood Bash, an underhook facebuster from the top.
Bollywood Bash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqTIDelxaC0 ) from the top
With the women perilously perched, Mariel’s arms trapped, ready to be dispatched by the gilded champion, McGinty raises a foot and stomps it on Amara’s toes. Singh begins to teeter and a second stamp of Mariel’s boot on Amara’s draws the Empress’s arms out of the hooks, the Indian grappler desperately trying to keep her balance. Freed from her binding, Mariel shoves her foe off the penthouse, Amara collapsing to the canvas below, ending in a stunned single file on her back.
McGinty shakes out of her stupor, the roar of the crowd helping her recover. She doesn’t hesitate, launching from the heights and CRASHING down across Singh’s chest with a HUGE LEGDROP from the top, the blow most assuredly bruising if not breaking Singh’s breastbone. Mariel bounces hard from the landing on her taut tush, but she’s suffered far less.
The splayed Subcontinental Siren flops and fall still in a demolished starfish, ready and waiting for the flaxen-haired Amazon to drape her long, lithe frame atop the Standardbearer in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Cutting it a little TOO close, Alexis shoves McGinty clear, keeping Portia’s protégé’s champs, if for the moment.
Mariel pushes to her feet a step behind the Filipino Phenom and Alexis is ready. She tosses an arm of the blonde over her shoulder then dips and throws an arm between the never-ending gams of McGinty. Her golden-brown legs quaking with effort, Suguitan nevertheless pulls Mariel off the canvas, scooping her onto a shoulder, ready to deliver an old standby with a front powerslam guaranteed to even the numbers game at one working member per team.
Front Powerslam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rex8UqW9LMQ )
But as the Penthouse Panther surges toward her delivery, a newly entered Valerie latches onto her partner’s ankles and pulls McGinty off, Legs landing behind her foe next to her incorporated teammate. As Alexis spins to find where her golden-maned opponent’s gone, each challenger lifts off in unison and PLOWS a double dropkick to the chest of Alexis. Suguitan is sent flying over the nearby cables in a violent backflip over the top, crashing to the deck.
Blonde and brunette scramble to their feet to find the legal woman to pin, but the Standard’s crafty leader grabs a couple ankles of her own, dragging the semi-conscious Empress out of the ring, wrestler and manager tumbling to the floor at a significantly reduced speed compared to the puddled Alexis, no more than a few steps away.
As Leggs, Inc. strides angrily to the strands above the faltering champs, it’s VanBuren who rises. She screeches at a man she’s shared FAWN rings with for over a decade, requiring Castle hold back the resplendent contenders.
Between the champs and challengers, Nick turns from Baby to the women who threaten to take the gilded prizes of her Standardbearers.
“Ladies, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for every one of my brothers who’s ever had to put up with that snobby bytch and her incessant arrogance.”
He steps aside and motions them by. But instead of heading out directly, they turn and race to the opposite cables, rebounding as Alexis and Amara struggle to their feet on the outside. Seeing what’s coming, Portia bails, ducking down and sneaking under the apron just as the Amazons fly over the uppermost cable, simultaneously Suicide Diving into the wobbling targets. Each lead with a shoulder, ramming into the oblivious title holders, Singh and Suguitan sent barreling backwards, their spines CLACKING against the steel of the barricades behind them.
On the other side, the FAWNatics roar with unadulterated joy, cheering and pumping fists as Amara and Alexis melt into golden-brown puddles at the base of the divider.
The challengers help each other up and cast a glance in each other’s direction.
“You remember who?” Mariel asks.
“Why choose?” Val responds with a toothy grin. “Seems like we have carte blanche.”
Stipanovic hauls Alexis to her feet and McGinty does likewise with Amara. They ambulate their shambling foes to the apron and stuff each broken Bearer in under the bottom cable, both champions rolling to a stop a few feet in. Val and Mariel hop to the apron then slowly slide through, teasing the crowd by showing off their legendary legs, blonde and brunette taking time to run their hands down each other’s legs before slipping through.
Having popped out from her hiding place, Baby gives Castle an earful and then some for all four women being in the ring simultaneously, but the striped shirt doesn’t seem concerned, employing the lax standard Bethany allows. Baby pounds on the mat, trying to get Nick’s attention, demanding he listen to her appeal.
Apparently, the objection is overruled.
With both champs grounded Leggs, Inc. approaches, eyes wide with excitement. Valerie plucks a leg of the Phenom off the canvas, tucks it between her lower limbs and pirouettes. She collects the opposite number and folds the tawny stems into a familiar ‘four’ shape then takes a seat and secures the XL version of the submission.
Yelping to life, Alexis props on her elbows and lifts a pleading hand toward the growling Stipanovic. Plaintive request ignored, Suguitan’s hands delve into her long ebony locks, pulling at the follicles to spread the pain.
A few feet away, Mariel tugs a broken Amara to her feet, the Empress limp in her grasp. She pushes the Indian a couple steps back while retreating a couple of her own to make some space. McGinty charges, leaping high, her right leg acting as a wicked clothesline whose force is only multiplied when the brutal Gam Changer SLAMS Singh to the deck, domineering right leg landing across her throat.
Gam Changer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWnrCUf9fis ) 00:05
Seeing her titles about to be illegally pilfered, Portia enters with Precious in hand. She brandishes the polo mallet, expecting to get her team immediately disqualified, but Castle keeps his powder dry, trying to grab the weapon from VanBuren.
Baby shakes him off and turns to ram the head of the mallet into Valerie’s lowered skull when she’s GUTTED with a toe kick from McGinty. The blonde doubles Portia over with the impaling boot, Baby’s favorite inanimate object dribbling from her hands. Mariel grabs Precious and breaks it over a raised knee, a gasping VanBuren bleating out a squeaky ‘no’.
With Fortune’s Favorite still bent at the waist, Legs lifts her right leg to high Noon and brings it down like a guillotine across the back of Portia’s skull, VanBuren dropped face first to the mat, likely concussed and certainly stilled.
Standing Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLFDKUD2TIw ) 00:39
With their foe’s manager dispatched, Mariel watches as Val raises her Figure-Four into an arched Figure-Eight and knows the Penthouse Panther has no escape. It’s only a matter of time before Alexis surrenders.
Figure Eight ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLFDKUD2TIw )
Mariel returns to the blown-up Bollywood Bombshell and drops across her in a lateral press, hooking a leg for good measure, and McGinty times it out perfectly to get the…
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TWO…
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…simultaneous with the spastic tapping of the Phenom, Suguitan offering up the belts so she can escape the torture of Valerie’s stems.
Castle leaps to his feet and calls for the bell. The ring announcer is quick to respond, though he seems unsure which result is official. He covers all his bases.
“Your winners by pinfall…and submission…and NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic! LEGGS, INC.!”
Overcome with emotion and the overdue arrival of their reign, Mariel pushes off the flaccid Amara and Val unknots herself from the bawling Alexis. They embrace, shrieking in ecstasy at having finally reached the pinnacle. Their beaming smiles grow larger when Nick hands over the belts, a frail Portia grasping at the ref’s pants leg before he shakes off the manager and presents the prizes.
Blonde and brunette Amazons lift the titles high within a standing ovation from the Mania crowd, ultimate goal finally reached and contemptible reign finally ended.
Protecting the champs from the Kanes turned from hugely successful mercenary hitjob to a showcase Bethany Christian couldn’t deny and, after surviving Lily and Ronnie and claiming the number one contender position to face their former employers, Leggs, Inc may be ready to claim their long-delayed legacy.
The long-limbed lovelies whisper final words to each other 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 somewhat mixed in their reaction. 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 Amazonian ideals, one with olive 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 MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The team’s anthem isn’t 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 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. 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 slows when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raises it to her lips.
“Portia! You tried to make us your and your team’s shields. Now we’re ready to bring the sword and end your pathetic attempt to reclaim lost glory through others.
Amara. Alexis. We respect you as individuals and a team. You might be the second best in the organization. But what you aren’t are deserving champs. Not until you beat us. And ladies. That’s not going to happen. We’ll give you four reasons why.”
Legs and Stems look each other up and down, showing off the glorious side views of their long, lean gams before each swings one through. Limber torsos follow, then the trailing set of gams.
Inside, McGinty and Stipanovic move to the middle, the blonde returning to her announcement.
“So Baby, you might want to check on the trademark for Silver Standard because the gold is coming to the corporation.”
McGinty hands the stick to Nick Castle and, in tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner. The duo turns their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for their Portia and her Golden Girls.
With the perhaps their toughest task yet in the ring and waiting, the reigning Tag Champions are ready to continue what is fast becoming an impressive run as gold holders.
With all in the arena on the edge of their collective seat, the infamous crashing chords of 'The World is Not Enough' from Garbage courses through the bowl. Those FAWNatics not already looking in the direction turn to the upper stage to curse the vile, villainous champs and, as much or more, their malicious manager.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
“I know how to hurt. I know how to heal. I know what to show and what to conceal.”
“I know when to talk. And I know when to touch. No one ever died from wanting too much…”
The crowd lets their hatred fly, burying the salacious sellouts and their Manhattanite manager in boos.
A long streak of white light shoots from the rafters as Shirley Manson pronounces “The World Is Not Enough”. At the end of the beam, the infamous strawberry blonde patrician smirks surreptitiously, reveling in the loathing radiating from the concealed hordes.
Fortune’s Favorite is flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs, namely a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank top and short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar tennies. In her right hand is Precious, her beloved polo mallet. Baby points it to stage right and appearing on cue are the golden-brown warriors of the Gold Standard.
PORTIA VANBUREN
AMARA SINGH
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Strapped across their tawny midriffs is the gilded leather signifying their leader’s genius and the team’s ability and reputation, a well-oiled machine terrorizing taggers of all stripes.
The Standard stride to either side of their leader, Alexis shining her belt while Amara slaps hers. They each unstrap and raise their prizes high to the echoing jeers of the FAWNatics. VanBuren points her beauties toward the ring and their next victims, Portia touting and shouting as Suguitan and Singh lead the way in stern silence.
Each titleholder glistens in gold, two-piece battle gear, sturdy bikini tops complementing tight booty shorts letting the champs’ curves nearly overflow the shimmering spandex. Black boots and pads complete each woman’s identical gear.
Reaching the ring, Portia smirks at her former mercenaries. Her predatory grin blossoms, Baby knowing she’s safe from the slings and arrows of the leggy duo and that her team, at the top of their game, would run roughshod over the arrogant Amazons.
VanBuren gives each challenger a soft golf clap at having the honor of being fodder for the Gold Standard’s next defense.
Singh and Sugutian climb to the apron and slip through the ropes, claiming center stage. VanBuren ‘chats’ amiably with the front row, delighting in humiliating those ignorant enough to taunt her. Moving to the ring steps, the New Yorker ascends nimbly and slides between the top and middle cables. Joining her team, Baby places herself noticeably behind her exotic warriors, patting each champion on a shoulder, letting the grapplers have the spotlight as the ring announcer makes their arrival official.
“And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Portia VanBuren the Fourth. Hailing from Manilla, The Philippines at five feet eight inches tall and 134 pounds, the Penthouse Panther…ALEXIS SUGUITAN. And her partner, from Cawnpore, India at five feet six inches and 137 pounds, the Golden Empress…AMARA SINGH! Together they are the Gold Standard and the FAWN Tag Team Champions!”
Amara and Alexis again raise their belts before placing them gently over Baby’s shoulders while Portia draws a microphone to her lips, her menacing gaze on the incorporated twosome.
“It’s a shame you didn’t continue to know your place in our relationship,” Portia informs. “You could have continued to make good money. Now you’ve thrown the Bennies away and your teetering careers in the fire. Any pretension your worthy of the top spot is going to burn away tonight. Always remember, you brought this on yourselves. Don’t you dare blame me, Jerseys.”
Portia drops the mic and escorts the championship hardware to the outside, while Nick Castle collects the stick and offers it to an attendant. The champs gather in their corner for a moment to decide who will be the head of tonight’s spear. The Subcontinental Siren Singh takes charge and opposite her, McGinty is chosen to join the loathsome Bollywood Basher.
The women leave their corners, the crowd bellowing a deafening roar as they’re more than ready to see someone put an end to the Standard’s run. The Indian beauty and long-limbed blonde circle, Mariel shooting out probing kicks to keep a wary Singh at bay. Amara tries to corral one kick around the ankle, but the stem slips away from her and the dance continues.
The Empress flashes forward but pulls up short, drawing a protective kick that the champ avoids. Singh quickly advances while it seems McGinty’s off-balance, but as soon as Mariel’s right leg touches ground, her left comes up and pistons into Amara’s chest, drawing a deep grunt as Singh stumbles in a backpedal to the ropes behind her. The Bollywood Bombshell rebounds, using the momentum to charge the Incorporated blonde and gets a small taste of a Big Boot from the blonde. The impact isn’t flush, but it’s enough to turn Singh through a pirouette, Amara’s eyes blinking wide, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The lanky Amazon challenger is far from done, skillfully showing off her athleticism, leaping into a spin of her own, bringing a roundhouse kick with her that tags Amara across the left temple, sending her staggering to the ropes. She catches herself in the cables before she can tumble to the canvas then judiciously backpedals to the champs’ corner, rubbing her skull with one hand and reaching behind to let Alexis take the mantle of the Gold Standard with the other.
A veteran of many wars at the top of the card, Suguitan is far from intimidated at McGinty’s display and she enters as the long, lean blonde resets in the center, motioning the Filipino Phenom forward.
Alexis attacks cautiously in a fashion similar to the previously repelled Amara, though the Penthouse Panther is willing to take a few kicks to raised forearms to force her way closer. Finally, she’s able to work her way through to tie-up with the near six-footer.
It’s a stalemate between champ and challenger in the collar-and-elbow, each fighting for leverage but unable to budge the other until Alexis breaks free. She slides around and behind Legs, wrapping her arms around McGinty in a waistlock. The golden-brown beauty bullies the blonde forward, pressing her foe chest-first into a neutral corner. Behind them, Castle calls for the break and Suguitan does as she’s told, stepping back a yard or so, allowing Mariel to turn and face her but only just. Alexis delivers a stiff forearm smash to Mariel’s jaw that swings the braincase of the blonde. She follows suit with another and a third, her foe’s long lower limbs giving a shudder as McGinty leans into the juncture of the cables.
Kicking her foe’s legs outward, first right then left, the Panther knocks Mariel to her backside, gams spread wide as she takes a seat, back against the buckles. The gilded Alexis stuffs her sole into McGinty’s face and scrapes her boot leather across the features of the seated challenger before finishing with a stomp to Mariel’s chin.
At ‘FOUR’, Alexis backs away raising her hands when it’s her educated feet that are the problem. But the champ dives right in when Mariel’s halfway to her considerable height. Alexis raises both hands high, fashioning them into blades and driving them into McGinty’s shoulders with wicked Mongolian Chops. A wincing Mariel’s body lowers perceptibly and it’s like a flash of red to the Panther, turning one set of chops into a flurry that delivers a grimacing McGinty to her knees.
Suguitan turns on a dime and briskly jogs to the opposite corner, waving at Valerie on her way. She slaps the top buckle and heads toward her target after a sharp u-turn, racing into a leaping knee that CRASHES between the baby blues of the kneeling Mariel, BLASTING McGinty. The blonde’s head snaps back and her long frame follows, the Amazon ending on her back in a daze. Alexis grabs both ankles and yanks her foe to the middle, before dropping the clearly overrated weapons, and diving atop her foe in a lateral press for the…
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Mariel kicks her way free forcefully, ending on her side and instinctively reaching toward her corner, though her dark-haired savior is yards away.
Suguitan shoves the blonde to her chest with a boot then goes airborne, dropping in a senton across the spine of her foe, Mariel grunting in pain from the impact. The Penthouse Panther moves to a forward-facing seat on the pits of McGinty’s knees. Alexis snatches Mariel’s wrists and pulls back while her golden-brown legs stretch forward. She tucks her feet under Legs’ chin, locking at the ankles, and yanks back viciously with a brutal modified surfboard. Torturing back, neck and arms, the Phenom torments the whimpering challenger, McGinty gazing longingly at Stipanovic.
The blonde squirms fitfully but Suguitan only pulls harder, curling the lanky McGinty into a greater arc.
“Ask her!” the champ demands, and Castle does as he’s told.
Mariel blurts a muffled ‘no’ and after another half-dozen seconds of distress, Alexis unhooks her boots and places one behind the head of her foe. She pushes forward while releasing her grips on McGinty’s arms. Mariel face plants into the deck via a modified curb stomp.
The Amazon remains face down, body spasmodically jerking before falling still.
The delighted Filipino pushes to her feet and hovers over what’s left of the challenger who presumed she’d become a champ.
“It’s not as easy as you imagined, is it?” Alexis asks to the insensate blonde. “There’s a reason why you’ve never become a champion despite the wishes of these idiots.”
The Filipino shoves McGinty to her back then hears calls from the sidelines, one from a frantic Valerie, pleading with her partner to reanimate. The other is a future FAWN Hall of Fame wrestler on a parabolic course to adding Hall of Fame manager to her resume.
“Let’s go,” Portia shouts. Suguitan half-turns, a look of frustration plastered. VanBuren motions to Singh who’s rested and ready.
Alexis’ gaze drops with her head. She fails to notice Mariel spring to life, slipping an arm between the tawny lower limbs from behind, yanking Suguitan off her feet and rolling her into a small package.
The Panther struggles and flails through…
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…before kicking her way loose.
She rolls to her haunches, looking warily at Castle who thankfully holds two fingers aloft.
Next to her, the angular Amazon is also on her knees, appearing slightly less balanced. Suguitan fires a forearm into Mariel’s jaw, rocking the challenger. But McGinty returns fire with the same, staggering Alexis. The duo takes turns THUMPING forearms into chest, each connecting in turn, the crowd alternately cheering and booing. Finally, McGinty blocks and doubles up, blocks and triples, blocks and quadruples then flattens the Phenom to her back with a fifth, the Panther staring blankly into the rafters.
A huffing Mariel pushes to her feet, seemingly barely able to rise. She trudges to her corner and tags in Stems, Val folding her way through the cables, somehow Valerie’s frame more slender and long-limbed than her flaxen-haired counterpart. The Angeleno strides to the sprawled Suguitan and drops in a forward set of splits, levelling the front stem across Alexis’ chest.
Split Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB_Th-QPOrk ) 00:14
The tawny-skinned brunette keeps the leg draped across the clavicle of the suddenly vulnerable Filipino for the…
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Alexis shoves out from under, plenty of fight remaining in the champion but not nearly springing to her feet. She remains on her side in shellshocked hurt when the slinky Stipanovic snatches a wrist with both hands and surrounds the attached arm in a scissors before laying out on the deck, the limb captured in a cross armbreaker.
Cross Armbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA )
Valerie tries to rip Alexis’ arm out of its socket and simultaneously hyperextend the champ’s elbow. Alexis thrashes wildly, shrieking in pain and alarm. She’s able to clasp her hands together after a few seconds of anguish, relieving the pain but not the worry from her face. She spastically uses her strength to spin on her hip and reach her legs to the ropes, encircling the bottom one and squealing for a break.
Castle starts his count and gets to a full ‘FOUR’ before Val relents, untangling and pushing to her feet. She lingers over the grimacing and growling title holder, stepping back no more than a step or two, watching intently as her foe tries to rise with one fully working arm. Suguitan ascends deliberately, milking her grip on the strands.
“Get her back!” she demands, and Nick moves the poised Amazon a couple further steps back.
Suguitan gingerly steps away from the cables and Stipanovic instantly surges toward her foe. The Phenom responds with a lightning toe kick that Valerie catches before it can plunge into her taut, slim midriff.
“Bytch,” Stems scolds, “don’t be trying to use your legs as a weapon on me.”
Alexis takes a swing at Val’s chin but comes up short, Stipanovic making the Filipino hop on her remaining planted foot. Already off balance, Suguitan is in little position to halt being spun into a pirouette when the challenger tosses her raised leg to the right. The dark-haired grappler wheels through a 360 before being NAILED by the longest, lightning superkick on record, the Angeleno CRACKING her boot sole into the chin of the champ.
Alexis stiffens like a board and keels to her back, ending in a wide spreadeagle, out cold.
Knowing she’s caught every bit of the blast, Stems dives atop the splattered Phenom in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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THRNOOO!
Alexis doesn’t flinch but the cavalry comes in the form of Amara, breaking the pin with a double axhandle between the shoulderbladesl. Stipanovic arches in pain as a furious Mariel orders Castle to get control or she’ll have to enter and do it for him. The official grabs an elbow of the Bollywood Bombshell and steers her back to the Gold Standard corner.
While he does, Valerie slaps her hands together as loudly as she can manage with the zebra’s head turned. A smirking Mariel enters, joining her partner in grabbing a wrist of the Phenom, the challengers lifting Alexis to her feet. They push her deep into the ropes and send her racing across the canvas, VanBuren screaming bloody murder at FAWN’s head arbiter.
Suguitan hits the cables and rebounds at full speed, her head nearly removed from her shoulders by a double Big Boot from the combined strength of Leggs, Inc. Rocketing to the canvas, the back of Alexis’ skull cracks against the mat. Again the Filipino is laid out and unmoving, the Incorporated twosome taking control.
Mariel covers as the new ‘legal’ challenger and the blonde shouts for Castle to call the pin and the win. But this time the ‘Golden distraction’ from Amara and now Baby detracts from the plan of the Amazon challengers instead of helping them.
While the crowd counts out three…four…five, McGinty becoming apoplectic, Portia hops to the apron, grabbing Castle by the collar, making sure he doesn’t realize Alexis state of decay.
Finally threatening to disqualify the title holders, Nick convinces VanBuren to return to the floor. He turns to see the pin and slides into place, slapping for the…
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The Panther shifts a shoulder off the deck, saving herself with the help of the lag time. A fuming Mariel rises to one knee, lifting Alexis to a seated position by her hair.
“You cost us the titles,” McGinty complains. “Get your act together.”
As the blonde rises to her feet, Alexis struggles to one knee and McGinty is instantly in action, cartwheeling into an elevated head scissors. The Amazon pivots and rolls her hips the way she came, POUNDING Alexis’ face into the deck with a Headscissors DDT.
Headscissors DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcp9hexRxoA )
The faltering Alexis whiplashes away from the impact, flopping to the canvas but with enough ring awareness to use the momentum to roll out under the bottom rope and spill to the floor just around the corner from her fellow Standardbearers.
Instantly moving to save Suguitan with a pincer from both side, Singh enters the squared circle while the champs’ manager slips around the outside corner to help her charge. Mariel moves to the ropes, hoping to get to Alexis before Baby, but Amara throws a chop block into the back of McGinty’s left knee, taking the flaxen-haired Amazon down.
Mariel writhes on the canvas, grasping at her collapsed joint, yelping in pain while VanBuren helps the ruined Alexis to her feet. Dark eyes glassy, Suguitan somehow realizes her approaching doom as a sprinting Valerie closes the space between them with her wide strides, leveling a Big Boot at her chin. The resourceful Filipino draws her startled manager in front of her, using Portia as a shield, and its Fortune’s Favorite EATING every bit of Val’s boot leather, knocked flat and knocked out, finishing in a wide spreadeagle.
Having missed her mark, Stipanovic skids to a stop and reaches after Suguitan, but Alexis escapes into her legal habitat within the ropes. She rises and finds a limping McGinty turning toward her. Suguitan skewers her foe with a toe kick deep into alabaster abs, doubling over the lanky blonde. The Panther yanks Mariel’s lowered head between her legs. She reaches down the blonde’s back and grabs stereo handfuls of spandex, McGinty’s legholes used as handles to create a wedgie that has Mariel’s lower lip quaking, McGinty up on her tiptoes to try and relieve the pressure.
Grunting loud and deep, Alexis hauls the Amazon off her feet by her new thong of lycra, Suguitan showing the power and cattiness making her a constant threat and a current tag champion.
With Mariel flipping forward and up, the Phenom catches her foe and sits out, DRIVING Legs’ spine into the deck with her Panty Peeler, a wedgie-assisted Tiger Driver that leaves McGinty a husk, stacked on her shoulders between Alexis’ extended legs for the…
Tiger Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY )
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THRNOOO!
Stipanovic dives into the ring and breaks up the pin. Unable to reach Alexis in time, she shoves her partner instead, lifting a shoulder in doing so.
Castle raises a pair of fingers high and the FAWNatics bellow ‘TWO!’ to confirm the champs had come just short.
Still in the ring from her earlier entry, Amara hauls Val off the deck and bullies her into a corner then lights up the tawny-skinned Angeleno with a set of vicious blazing chops to Stems’ décolletage. Valerie’s increasingly rocked further onto her heels by each succeeding crack of a backhand. Wincing at each echoing sting, Stipanovic tries to halt the attack with a right cross, but the Indian grappler ducks under. She slips an arm between the brunette’s lethal, limber legs and vaults Valerie over the top, sending the challenger tumbling to the floor below with a fireman’s carry toss, the long, lean brunette ending not far from the softly stirring Portia.
On their own for the moment, Gold Standard each collect what’s left of Mariel, ‘helping’ the shellshocked blonde to her feet, ignoring the complaints of FAWN’s head referee. They push the dazed McGinty to the middle as each takes off for opposite sets of strands. Rebounding in unison, the team closes in. Alexis goes low from behind with a sweeping kick to the blonde’s ankles while Amara comes in high with a raised knee to the noggin. The simultaneous connections RIP Mariel off her feet at warp speed, the back of her skull BANGING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXB8aOKwVnE ) 00:52
Still in a bit of recovery mode, Alexis pushes wearily to her feet and is called to the corner by a roaring Empress. Amara slips out long enough for the Phenom to make a legal pass of the reigns and the Bollywood Bombshell hustles to the dazed McGinty, Mariel barely to a seated position.
Amara snatches Legs with a handful of hair and a wrist, tugging the Pennsylvanian to her feet and whipping her to a neutral corner, Mariel turning into a ragged back-first collision while a staggering Valerie finally makes it back to her assigned station. By comparison, VanBuren’s only under enough steam to reach a seat and lean against the skirt of the apron, lids blinking wide as she tries to make it to coherence.
Inside, Amara hardly seems lost without the guidance, racing to her cornered target and leaping, her boots landing on the blonde’s upper legs, hands lacing behind Mariel’s noggin. Throwing her mass in arears, Amara sends McGinty flying with a Monkey Flip, the incorporated blonde landing hard on her tailbone. Kipping to her feet, Singh lets the front rows have it, enjoying her control as a mewling Mariel as her hands buried beneath her buns, massaging her aching derriere.
Turning, Singh’s perfect pearlies glimmer as she races to the seated blonde and PLOWS a soccer kick into the lower vertebrae of the lanky challenger, McGinty arching in anguish.
The Empress’ turns from the thumping impact and takes a quick detour toward the Leggs,Inc. corner, driving a clubbing blow across the drooping head of a recovering Valerie, Stipanovic sent plummeting off the apron, crashing to a puddle on the thinly-padded cement floor below.
Raging, the Subcontinental Siren screams in all her husky-voiced glory, plucking Mariel off the canvas and bum-rushing her to another neutral set of buckles, tossing her between the top and middle buckle, the blonde’s right shoulder THWAMMING into the steel post. Instinctively, the Mania crowd groans in sympathy. Not as considerate is Singh who pulls the faltering challenger out and stuffs the wobbly Amazon deep in the corner, back to the buckles.
Amara hustles to the opposite corner and u-turns into a full-fledged charge of the blue-eyed blonde, BURYING the near six-footer when she arrives with an Indian Ocean tsumani of a splash. The golden-brown beauty flattens the fight out of Mariel and her ultimate weapons, McGinty’s fabled legs giving way, the long-legged fighter ending on her ass, gams extended in front of her, head on a bobble as she leans into the bottom buckle, slobberknocked.
A grinning Amara takes a glance toward her home base, Alexis is pleading for a tag, but the Empress shakes her off. No Portia yet. She sees the wobbly strawberry blonde stumbling toward the Gold Standard part of town, finally on her feet, if unsteady. It’s all about her.
Singh turns her bountiful backside toward the mug of the muddled challenger and backs dat ass up, plunging it into Mariel’s flawless features, presenting her with an infamous set of hot, crossed buns. Singh’s Harem Shake draws appreciative hoots from the Mania throngs, even if they don’t want the Bollywood Basher to emerge victorious. Amara scrubs her rump in figure-eights across the face of the increasingly flaccid Mariel, only letting McGinty’s visage appear after a dozen seconds of burnishing.
Mariel’s baby blues are glassy, her face covered in flop sweat from the time deep within Amara’s hothouse. The Bombshell cups a hand under the lowered chin of the blonde and raises her clouded gaze.
“And you thought you were a threat?”
The loathsome Empress slaps the taste out of Mariel’s mouth, waking McGinty enough to get the Amazon off her ass more easily but not enough to make the blonde anything appearing a threat.
Amara scoops McGinty under her long, slender thighs and lifts McGinty to a seat on the top buckle. VanBuren’s finally in her team’s corner with enough awareness to offer a weak chirp of encouragement. Singh nods at her manager and climbs to a stance on the middle cables. She slips her arms under those of the blonde and double underhooks the limbs.
Tempting fate and gravity, the Bombshell forces Mariel to a stance on the top ropes and joins her with the hooks in place, Mariel bent and ready for launching with the champ’s fateful Bollywood Bash, an underhook facebuster from the top.
Bollywood Bash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqTIDelxaC0 ) from the top
With the women perilously perched, Mariel’s arms trapped, ready to be dispatched by the gilded champion, McGinty raises a foot and stomps it on Amara’s toes. Singh begins to teeter and a second stamp of Mariel’s boot on Amara’s draws the Empress’s arms out of the hooks, the Indian grappler desperately trying to keep her balance. Freed from her binding, Mariel shoves her foe off the penthouse, Amara collapsing to the canvas below, ending in a stunned single file on her back.
McGinty shakes out of her stupor, the roar of the crowd helping her recover. She doesn’t hesitate, launching from the heights and CRASHING down across Singh’s chest with a HUGE LEGDROP from the top, the blow most assuredly bruising if not breaking Singh’s breastbone. Mariel bounces hard from the landing on her taut tush, but she’s suffered far less.
The splayed Subcontinental Siren flops and fall still in a demolished starfish, ready and waiting for the flaxen-haired Amazon to drape her long, lithe frame atop the Standardbearer in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Cutting it a little TOO close, Alexis shoves McGinty clear, keeping Portia’s protégé’s champs, if for the moment.
Mariel pushes to her feet a step behind the Filipino Phenom and Alexis is ready. She tosses an arm of the blonde over her shoulder then dips and throws an arm between the never-ending gams of McGinty. Her golden-brown legs quaking with effort, Suguitan nevertheless pulls Mariel off the canvas, scooping her onto a shoulder, ready to deliver an old standby with a front powerslam guaranteed to even the numbers game at one working member per team.
Front Powerslam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rex8UqW9LMQ )
But as the Penthouse Panther surges toward her delivery, a newly entered Valerie latches onto her partner’s ankles and pulls McGinty off, Legs landing behind her foe next to her incorporated teammate. As Alexis spins to find where her golden-maned opponent’s gone, each challenger lifts off in unison and PLOWS a double dropkick to the chest of Alexis. Suguitan is sent flying over the nearby cables in a violent backflip over the top, crashing to the deck.
Blonde and brunette scramble to their feet to find the legal woman to pin, but the Standard’s crafty leader grabs a couple ankles of her own, dragging the semi-conscious Empress out of the ring, wrestler and manager tumbling to the floor at a significantly reduced speed compared to the puddled Alexis, no more than a few steps away.
As Leggs, Inc. strides angrily to the strands above the faltering champs, it’s VanBuren who rises. She screeches at a man she’s shared FAWN rings with for over a decade, requiring Castle hold back the resplendent contenders.
Between the champs and challengers, Nick turns from Baby to the women who threaten to take the gilded prizes of her Standardbearers.
“Ladies, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for every one of my brothers who’s ever had to put up with that snobby bytch and her incessant arrogance.”
He steps aside and motions them by. But instead of heading out directly, they turn and race to the opposite cables, rebounding as Alexis and Amara struggle to their feet on the outside. Seeing what’s coming, Portia bails, ducking down and sneaking under the apron just as the Amazons fly over the uppermost cable, simultaneously Suicide Diving into the wobbling targets. Each lead with a shoulder, ramming into the oblivious title holders, Singh and Suguitan sent barreling backwards, their spines CLACKING against the steel of the barricades behind them.
On the other side, the FAWNatics roar with unadulterated joy, cheering and pumping fists as Amara and Alexis melt into golden-brown puddles at the base of the divider.
The challengers help each other up and cast a glance in each other’s direction.
“You remember who?” Mariel asks.
“Why choose?” Val responds with a toothy grin. “Seems like we have carte blanche.”
Stipanovic hauls Alexis to her feet and McGinty does likewise with Amara. They ambulate their shambling foes to the apron and stuff each broken Bearer in under the bottom cable, both champions rolling to a stop a few feet in. Val and Mariel hop to the apron then slowly slide through, teasing the crowd by showing off their legendary legs, blonde and brunette taking time to run their hands down each other’s legs before slipping through.
Having popped out from her hiding place, Baby gives Castle an earful and then some for all four women being in the ring simultaneously, but the striped shirt doesn’t seem concerned, employing the lax standard Bethany allows. Baby pounds on the mat, trying to get Nick’s attention, demanding he listen to her appeal.
Apparently, the objection is overruled.
With both champs grounded Leggs, Inc. approaches, eyes wide with excitement. Valerie plucks a leg of the Phenom off the canvas, tucks it between her lower limbs and pirouettes. She collects the opposite number and folds the tawny stems into a familiar ‘four’ shape then takes a seat and secures the XL version of the submission.
Yelping to life, Alexis props on her elbows and lifts a pleading hand toward the growling Stipanovic. Plaintive request ignored, Suguitan’s hands delve into her long ebony locks, pulling at the follicles to spread the pain.
A few feet away, Mariel tugs a broken Amara to her feet, the Empress limp in her grasp. She pushes the Indian a couple steps back while retreating a couple of her own to make some space. McGinty charges, leaping high, her right leg acting as a wicked clothesline whose force is only multiplied when the brutal Gam Changer SLAMS Singh to the deck, domineering right leg landing across her throat.
Gam Changer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWnrCUf9fis ) 00:05
Seeing her titles about to be illegally pilfered, Portia enters with Precious in hand. She brandishes the polo mallet, expecting to get her team immediately disqualified, but Castle keeps his powder dry, trying to grab the weapon from VanBuren.
Baby shakes him off and turns to ram the head of the mallet into Valerie’s lowered skull when she’s GUTTED with a toe kick from McGinty. The blonde doubles Portia over with the impaling boot, Baby’s favorite inanimate object dribbling from her hands. Mariel grabs Precious and breaks it over a raised knee, a gasping VanBuren bleating out a squeaky ‘no’.
With Fortune’s Favorite still bent at the waist, Legs lifts her right leg to high Noon and brings it down like a guillotine across the back of Portia’s skull, VanBuren dropped face first to the mat, likely concussed and certainly stilled.
Standing Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLFDKUD2TIw ) 00:39
With their foe’s manager dispatched, Mariel watches as Val raises her Figure-Four into an arched Figure-Eight and knows the Penthouse Panther has no escape. It’s only a matter of time before Alexis surrenders.
Figure Eight ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLFDKUD2TIw )
Mariel returns to the blown-up Bollywood Bombshell and drops across her in a lateral press, hooking a leg for good measure, and McGinty times it out perfectly to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
…simultaneous with the spastic tapping of the Phenom, Suguitan offering up the belts so she can escape the torture of Valerie’s stems.
Castle leaps to his feet and calls for the bell. The ring announcer is quick to respond, though he seems unsure which result is official. He covers all his bases.
“Your winners by pinfall…and submission…and NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic! LEGGS, INC.!”
Overcome with emotion and the overdue arrival of their reign, Mariel pushes off the flaccid Amara and Val unknots herself from the bawling Alexis. They embrace, shrieking in ecstasy at having finally reached the pinnacle. Their beaming smiles grow larger when Nick hands over the belts, a frail Portia grasping at the ref’s pants leg before he shakes off the manager and presents the prizes.
Blonde and brunette Amazons lift the titles high within a standing ovation from the Mania crowd, ultimate goal finally reached and contemptible reign finally ended.