Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 1:40:11 GMT
The former tag champs stewed in their own nearly six-foot set of juices.
Not only were they no longer in possession of their glittering hardware, but to close 2021 fighting two has-beens as property of DaynaCorp AND be forced to enter first against the warmed-over corpses.
McGinty and Stipanovic were rigid in anger and frustration, realizing what it may take to regain what they’ve lost, when they noticed the lights dimming low.
Beyond the curtain, the Tron blinked 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, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’ In less than fine print below was the recently added “brought to you by DaynaCorp”.
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd jeering the former fan favorites as loudly, the last blast of fireworks flying toward the rafters while Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers.
HOT LEGS:
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, moved to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry but now without the once familiar gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The anthem of the Incorporated wasn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. While the former massive roar of approval that once emerged from the eyeballing attendees was gone, the assembled remain in awe of the twosome’s God-given appendages.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. The former champs scowled at the turncoats, doing their best to ignore the rabble, instead focusing on the battleground in front of them.
A few in the mob tried to start a chant for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
But it’s quickly drowned out by “Let’s go Kylie!” from her Corps.
What hadn’t changed was the wardrobe of the wholly owned Erza subsidiaries.
The towering blonde remained 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 rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the former Tag Champ. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette sported a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair chose 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 made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed, still queens if only in their own mind. From there they moved to the middle to present themselves as their music faded and the Announcer interjected his usual patter.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twentyminute time limit. Introducing first, brought to you by the good people at DaynaCorp. Weighing in at 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 INC!”
The crowd let loose with their burgeoning animosity. It only grew louder when Mariel called for a microphone, both leggy grapplers turning to the lens of the hard camera once McGinty had it in her possession.
“You losers are about to get the best holiday gift you’ve ever received. We’re going to rid FAWN of two aging lumps of coal and demand our rightful rematch against Treymane and her hyperactive dwarf. You’re so very welcome!”
McGinty dropped the microphone with a ga-lunk and Mariel and Val move to their corner, motioning their foes to join them for the grand sendoff.
Once the superlative subsidiaries of DaynaCorp had moved to their corner, it didn’t take the Announcer very long to resume his duties. “And their opponents, hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Dunwich, Massachusetts respectively, and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and thirty-six pounds. Please welcome KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics that the ‘no one saw it coming’ tag team of the year was still going strong and looking to add more wins to the ledger as they headed straight for 2022.
Sanders and West came through the curtains with the veterans almost shoulder to shoulder, a marked contrast from Cold November Pain when the Black Queen had to talk the Hawkeye Heroine out of a blitzkrieg assault on Diamonds and Pearls. Nodding an approving thanks to the capacity crowd, Emily touched an index finger to her temple while Kylie offered an upraised fist to the replenished ranks of the Corps.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
“They’re not wearing heels, are they?” Sanders asked of the pair waiting for them in the ring. “They’re really that tall.”
“I’m afraid they are. The height difference offers a unique set of challenges, but that just made crafting a winning strategy all the more satisf--”
“Can I guess?” Ky broke in. “Does it revolve around kicking them in the knees?”
“That’s rude, Kylie. You didn’t even allow me to answer your first question.”
“But am I right? We’re going to kick them in the knees?”
Emily was silent for a moment. “That’s a gross oversimplification.”
“Kick ‘em in the knees, got it. You ready to down some tall drinks of water?”
“Lead the way, Kylie.”
Kylie took point and Emily followed a half step behind, the mismatched pair of former World Champions offering the aisle-side fans the occasional extended palm or nod of thanks as they closed in on the squared circle. As was her custom of late, Sanders drew on inspiration from her original gear with a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside and black boy-cut shorts with matching boots and pads. Beside her, the Miskatonic Mastermind wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
Mounting the apron in tandem, Sanders and West treated Mariel and Valerie to an appraising look before they dipped through the strands and claimed the center of the ring as their own, with Kylie raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Em raised an index finger and tapped her temple so the crowd could chant ‘I’M… SO… SMART!’
Pleased by the response, Sanders and West headed to the opposite corner to talk last minute strategy while Al Carpenter went through the pre-match inspections and instructions.
Emily headed out with the sound of the bell, the former World Champion making a point to arrive in the center of the ring a few steps ahead of her towering opposition. Stipanovic didn’t make the veteran wait, though she did stop outside of lunging range. “This alliance with Sanders is a dead end, career-wise.” Stems told her opponent. “Dayna’s prepared to make a very generous offer to put you on retainer.”
West smiled faintly and began to circle, her dark eyes flitting up and down to assess the taller brunette for obvious weaknesses. “I’m not quite ready for an office job yet.” she admitted. “But if the two of you can make this interesting I’ll give that offer some serious thought.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Emily.” Stipanovic was turning to keep West in sight, her fingers twitching in anticipation of a clench. “If we make this too interesting you might not be capable of considering anything more strenuous than a hospital bed.”
The Amazing Academic’s smirk grew into a full smile. “Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary. Please Valerie, show me your credentials.”
Stipanovic didn’t need to be told twice, she pounced on West and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up strong enough to force the smaller woman back a few steps. West made no effort to push against the encroachment, instead she allowed Val to march her more than halfway to the ropes before she snatched hold of the bendy-back’s left wrist and twisted around on her six for a Hammerlock.
The height differential meant the hold didn’t cause Stems any real strain until the Black Queen set a heel against the pit of Stipanovic’s left knee and pressed down to make her take said knee. Bracing her right foot atop the Angeleno’s left calf so she couldn’t just stand up, West cupped a hand over Stipanovic’s elbow and pushed up to increase the torque on her opponent’s shoulder.
Valerie grimaced, patted at the straining joint, then shook her head to prevent Al Carpenter from asking any dumb questions. “That’s how you want to start?” Stems muttered as she reached back for a grip on Emily’s hair. “You really think a Hammerlock is going to take me RRRRGGGGHH!”
West ground down on Val’s calf while simultaneously wrenching up on the Hammerlock. “Do I think this particular hold is enough to carry the day at this given moment?” Emily answered Stems’ question with a question. “No, I do not. Not unless I’ve seriously underestimated your will to fight. I do however believe it will pay dividends laterrrhh--hair, Algernon. If you’d be so kind.”
Already gripping a huge handful of West’s dark locks, Stipanovic gave the hold a hard shake and batted her eyes at the approaching official. “Something wrong, Mr. Carpenter?” she cooed.
“Are you going to make me count, Val?”
“Only if you want me to let go of this AARP spokespersNNNNGGHH!”
Emily yoked up on the Hammerlock while simultaneously driving the point of her left knee into the small of Stipanovic’s back! The pinpoint strike broke Stems’ grip on Emily’s hair and drove her to all fours (well, three of four), then stretched out the folded arm, stepped over and dropped a heavy Butt Bomb on Angeleno’s exposed shoulder! Val grimaced and reared back on her knees with that sore arm held tight against her chest. She was trying to work out the kinks when Em grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Stipanovic’s noggin forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING a Hip Check into the penitent lovely’s face!
“Pardon my reach, I wasn’t quite done with this yet.” West told Stems as she retook possession of the bendy-back’s left arm. Stretching the purloined limb across her own midsection, the Black Queen hooked on at wrist and bicep, then rocked back on her heels and laid out on her back to PLANT Valerie’s face and chest on the deck with a quick Single Arm DDT!
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
The force of impact bounced Stipanovic onto her knees and she was quick to regain her feet, the discombobulated battler heading for Mariel to see if she could make a better go of it than-- “HHRRRGGGHH!” Not about to offer Stipanovic an out when she was making such beautiful progress, the Black Queen charged in from behind and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick into the back of Stems’ left knee to put the former Tag Champ down flat on her back.
Fuming over West’s fast start, McGinty climbed onto the bottom rope and barked, “What the hell was that cheap shyt? I’d like to see you try that on me!”
Emily already had Val by the ankles to drag her into enemy territory which meant she didn’t look up when she replied, “For the sake of your future mobility, you should hope I never get the opportunity.”
Mariel had plenty more to say, but West ignored it favor of spiking a few stubby kicks into the meat of the bendy-back’s left thigh. “The specials are especially good tonight, Kylie.” the Amazing Academic called over one shoulder. “Would you care for a taste?”
“Maybe just a little.” Already holding onto the tag rope, Ky leaned in a little farther and slapped West’s shoulder to bring herself into the contest.
Up on tiptoe the instant she felt Sanders make the tag, Emily snapped down and to the right, the veteran landing heavily on her hip and shoulder to THUMP Stipanovic’s thigh and knee into the canvas with a sort of grounded Dragon Screw. To make matters worse (for Stems, at least) West maintained her hold on the Angeleno’s ankle after the collision with the mat, thus meaning her whole leg was stretched out and defenseless. This was far too much temptation for Kylie to pass up so rather than simply go through the ropes, she hopped onto the top strand and leapt out into the lights, the Pleasant Valley Princess stretching out full length to THWHAM down on Valerie’s thigh in a Springboard Splash!
Stipanovic wailed and drew the throbbing limb tight to her chest, so Ky scrambled across her chest and hooked it herself to keep Stems down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Val kicked out with a full second remaining, hurried to boot-leather and spat something most unprintable when Sanders lunged in, caught her bad leg and swept it out from underneath to send her right back to the deck.
“DAMMIT!” Stipanovic pounded the canvas with a frustrated palm. “Get the hell away from me you stumpy NNNNGGGHHH!”
Ky tucked that captured foot under her right armpit and clamped on like she was thinking Single Leg Crab, but instead of trying to turn the Angeleno onto her tummy, Sanders dropped back and drove the sole of Stipanovic’s foot into the canvas hard enough to send lightning racing from her heel to her hip and back again.
“You’re gonna call me stumpy when you can’t even stand up straight?” Kylie scoffed as she used Val’s left foot to turn her over. “Gotta love that tall girl confidence, even when it’s misplaced.”
A few sharp tugs brought Sanders to within taggin’ distance and welcomed Emily back to the fray before doubling down on the ankle grip again. Settling into a deep crouch while the Amazing Academic climbed to the top turnbuckle, the FAWN Original gathered her strength and shot up on tiptoe to haul Stipanovic into an awkward handstand. That’s when Emily took to the skies, her right knee locked and loaded to connect with Valerie’s thigh a heartbeat before Kylie slammed their foe’s leg down full force, the combination of Knee Drop and Stump Puller just wrecking havoc on Valerie’s most dangerous weapons.
The duet of agonies in thigh and knee sent Stipanovic onto her back where Emily was waiting to collect both legs in a tight bundle. Pointing the other brunette’s buns at the lights with a seemingly effortless Back Press, Emily held on tight while Al, Kylie and the rest of the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mariel rushed across the ring and pounded a stomp into the pit of West’s tummy to ensure Leggs Inc. wouldn’t suffer a galling early dismissal in this high stakes contest.
As Emily rolled away hugging her midriff, a charging Sanders was gutted by a Spinning Side Kick to the belly, her abs absorbing the brunt of the battering blow. Face to face and side by side, McGinty slipped one hand under Kylie’s near armpit and clenched the other around Ky’s throat, the towering blonde launching the bug-eyed Sanders HIGH into the air, then rattling the ring with a breathtaking, backbreaking Choke Slam.
CHOKE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOckXtGh4kI
With Kylie starfished at her feet and West on her back, rolling from shoulder to shoulder, arms wrapped around her midsection, Mariel finally noticed Carpenter’s complaining.
Grabbing Valerie around the right ankle, she started to drag her incapacitated partner to the Leggs’ corner to make her entry official. They were still some distance away when Stems screeched in agony.
“STAHHHP you idiot!”
A sheepish McGinty realized she’s yanking on the limb West and Sanders brutalized and released, but then angrily strode to her legal position.
“Then get your ass up and tag me!”
A grimacing Val rolled to all fours and crawled toward her fellow former tag champion while Al bundled a semiconscious Sanders under the bottom rope, Kylie unceremoniously plopping to the thinly-padded arena floor.
Stipanovic dove to a legal tag and Mariel entered quickly, racing to a rising Emily who turns into a Big Boot to the chin that nearly removed the vet’s head from her shoulders.
BIG BOOT @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZ1rnDKNodw
Mariel gazed down at the floored West with satisfaction, turned perpendicular to the brunette, and raised her right leg in a set of vertical splits, supporting the limb at the knee. Mariel dropped the extended leg across the throat of the Amazing Academic like a guillotine, Emily spasming beneath the force of the stem then falling still, her shoulders tight to the canvas with McGinty’s leg draped on top for the…
SPLITTING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THCLQDFtkgE
ONE…
TWO…
West pushed out from under, rolling to her chest. Head pointed toward her corner, Emily reached out a plaintive hand, but the area was vacant, Kylie still struggling to reach her feet far from her station, let alone reach a vertical position near the tag rope. Having risen beside her foe, Mariel dropped an elbow to the nape of the Sensual Scholar’s neck, flattening West to the canvas to end any pretense of escape.
The Gamazon twisted to a seat at the chest-down Emily’s side, captures the brunette’s near arm in a Scissors and slapped on a Crossface grip around the noggin of the future Hall of Famer. Sneering, the long-legged, flaxen-haired fighter cruelly wrenched the head and neck of her adversary, demanding West surrender.
Carpenter asked Emily if she wanted to concede, but the Black Queen grunted a pained ‘no’ causing Mariel to turn up the intensity.
“Are you sure about that?” she growled.
West’s Mensa-level vocabulary proved little use to her in the current circumstance, but her lack of affirmation prompted Al to indicate the match continued. McGinty gave up her grip, grabbing Em’s scalp with both hands and SLAMMING her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The cranium of the Amazing Academic bounced off the deck. She absently flopped to her back, dark eyes in a glaze while Mariel rose to her feet. The Gamazon lifted her arms high and wide, presenting her superiority to the increasing jeers of the FAWNatics. In the Incorporated corner, a recovered Valerie provided her partner the only standing ovation in the house. She stretched out an arm, but McGinty motioned she had more to do with Em before handing her over.
Turning to find the wavering West on her knees, Legs surged to her foe, dropping her palms to the canvas alongside the veteran while wrapping her impossibly long, lower limbs around Emily’s throat. With the Scissors in place, Mariel spun backward to lay out and PLANT Em’s skull into the canvas with a ferocious Faceplant that drew an ‘ooooh’ from the crowd.
SCISSORED FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWmzWju8nak
The Sensual Scholar whiplashed away from the impact, ending staring up at the rafters in dreamy contemplation once more.
Mariel dove across her foe, scooping both of Em’s legs and rolling to a cradled Back Press for the…
ONE..
TWO…
Again, Emily threw a shoulder off the deck, pushing McGinty to a seated position next to her, Mariel looking out into the mob, clearly frustrated.
Finally back in her corner, Ky’s looking worse for wear, but she had the energy to start a rhythmic clap the newly reformed Kylie Corps picked up. Unfortunately, the Gamazon was not similarly moved, sending a set of talons into Emily’s dark tresses and ripping West to unsteady feet when she started to recover. Mariel reached the Leggs, Inc. corner with Em in tow and SLAMMED her foe’s face into the top buckle before handing the reins to Stipanovic with a tag.
Despite Kylie’s protests and Al’s stern advice, the leggy duo remained in the ring together, bullying the staggering West halfway down the length of the ring before sending her racing with a double-barreled Irish Whip.
Emily rebounded toward the charging twosome, managing to dip under the stereo version of a Big Boot. She traveled to the opposite set of cables and U-turned toward the startled, spinning former title holders.
West leapt into a Crossbody THUMPING into Valerie and Mariel who barely budged, the team catching the wide-eyed West, who seemed to have made an error not worthy of her IQ. But when a newly entered Kylie leapt into a Dropkick to Emily, it’s the towering twosome felled with some trickery.
The Sensual Scholar laid across both and was quickly joined by a scrambling Sanders, the veteran’s combining for a pile of a pin.
Carpenter’s willing to allow it, perhaps because Leggs, Inc. instigated the mess. He slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Together, Mariel and Val heaved both foes over their heads with scooping arms.
It’s a race to vertical and the younger legs of the former champions got them there a tick faster. And while Mariel ROCKED Kylie with a scythe-like Clothesline that left the Pleasant Valley Princess splayed, Stems dug a Toe Kick into Emily’s tummy, doubling the gasping brunette in front of her.
Val tugged Emily’s dipped head between her legs and wrapped her arms around the gulping midriff of the Black Queen. Flipping West up her frame to a seat on her shoulders, the tawny-skinned Angeleno delivered Emily to the crash pad made out of her partner with a breathtaking Powerbomb. Sanders and West were left in a groaning, wrecked ‘X’, Em atop Ky.
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mheVwZbXhpw
It’s the Incorporated duo’s turn to dive in a stack atop the splattered veterans.
Seemingly ready to get out of this growing disaster at any opportunity, Carpenter SLAPPED the canvas with Kylie’s shoulders flat and Emily’s less so as she remained sandwiched upon the Platinum Pixie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
West shoved her right shoulder even farther from the canvas out of instinct and Sanders sent her left up out of necessity, leaving Mariel and Valerie on their haunches next to the faltering icons, seemingly impressed by their foes’ unwillingness to take the inevitable defeat.
“Stubborn hags.” McGinty huffed as she got to her feet. “Don’t they know they can’t meet the height requirement for greatness?”
Val took a little longer to join her, the brunette still favoring the knee that’d been targeted earlier in the match. “Not entirely true, Mar.” she murmured. “They’ll both make excellent additions to DaynaCorp’s Victim Portfolio.”
“Hey, exchange stock tips later!” Al barked at the towering duo. “Or at least do it in the corner, that means you, Mariel!”
“All right, all right, FINE!” the blonde snapped. “Let me just pick up my trash, ok?” The refuse in question was one Kylie Sanders, McGinty’s treatment of whom earned a boisterous jeer from the FAWNatics.
Turning her focus to Emily once Mariel started marching Kylie toward the ropes, Stems filled her hands with the veteran’s dark hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed shortly thereafter, but Stipanovic made no effort to upend her adversary, rather she simply crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed West’s noggin as hard as she could.
“There’s still time to consider that offer, ma’am.” Val told the Amazing Academic. “Don’t spend the rest of your career anchored to--”
A shout of concern from Mariel combined with a roar from the crowd drew Val’s attention to the ropes just in time to witness Kylie sky-hook herself to the top rope so she landed on the apron instead of the floor! Infuriated by the Platinum Pixie’s iron tenacity, McGinty fired off a Haymaker aimed at Ky’s jaw only to see more red when the blonde blocked it with a perfectly-placed forearm. This forearm was promptly applied to Mariel’s mouth, the force of it sending the big blonde stumbling in the direction of her partner.
There was no contact between the former champs, but only because Valerie loosened her Scissors and pivoted she and Em out of Legs’ way. Unaware of the near miss, McGinty honed in on the Pleasant Valley Princess and sprinted at the ropes, her right leg whipping up with wicked--“NNNGGGGAAAHHHHHH!” Kylie caught hold of Mariel’s ankle and stepped back off the apron to TWANG the pit of her opponent’s knee against the rubber-coated steel!
“For f*ck’s sake, Mar!” Stems groaned as her partner crumpled to the deck with some ambulatory anguish of her own. “Couldn’t you just-- OH NO YOU DON’T!”
Stipanovic felt Em trying to squirm her way free from the Headscissors and made her suffer for that insolence by raaaaaaaaaking her from buttocks to shoulders before tacking on a trio of THWHAPPING Overhead Forearm Smashes! “All right, I’m through with the softball offers.” Stems growled as she cinched her arms around the smaller brunette’s waist again. “Either you sign with us, or you sign with a retirement home.” The threat was still on her lips when Valerie dipped her knees and muscled / spun West up onto her shoulders for a second PowerboNO!
Em pushed off in time with Val’s lift to provide some extra momentum that the Angeleno hadn’t expected. This meant that instead of finishing atop Stipanovic’s shoulders, West tumbled down her foe’s back and caught hold of her waist to bring Stems down in an impromptu Sunset Flip! Pressed in snug against the younger wrestler’s haunches, Emily threaded her calves over Valerie’s biceps to keep her glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
Stipanovic wrenched loose with a full second to spare, the white-clad battler tumbling clear with a somersault while the Black Queen scrambled to verticality.
Slowly backing toward the friendly corner as she locked eyes with Stipanovic, West asked, “Tell me, Valerie. How is it that in spite of the obvious height advantage, you find yourself constantly looking up at me?”
Stems didn’t answer with words, instead she exploded out of her crouch and went straight for the former World Champion! Val’s stride meant she was bearing down on the veteran in an instant, unfortunately for her that was exactly what West wanted. Actually stepping forward as Stipanovic closed in, Em hopped up and PWAAAKED both heels into Stems’ left thigh just above her injured knee!
West’s pinpoint precision sent Val into tumbling sprawl, the lanky brunette stunner landing hard on her butt with that throbbing limb already cradled close to her chest!
Out on the apron, Kylie had hold of the tag rope and was leaaaaaaaaaaaning in as far as gravity would allow. “Lemme at her, Em! I’ve got this!”
“I know you do.” the Black Queen acknowledged as she regained her feet. “But Valerie and I have one more bit of business to transact…” Standing off to Stems’ left, West hopped in and THWHACKED her right foot against the former Tag Champ’s skull with a vicious Basement Super Kick! Stipanovic let out a groan and toppled onto her side but Em paid it no mind, she’d already lurched toward the corner to CLAP Sanders back into the match.
Kylie came over the ropes like a house of fire, the Iowan unleashing an Elbow Drop to Valerie’s left bicep to ensure she had yet another fresh ache to bear. “Keep an eye on her!” Sanders snapped to Al while pointing at Mariel, who’d started her way through the strands. Scowling as she was caught in the act, McGinty retreated back to the apron, thus reduced to the status of spectator while the Pleasant Valley Princess used a double fistful of hair to haul Valerie to a gimpy, hopping verticality. “That leg’s really starting to look nasty, sweetie. I think you should get it checked out. Here, lemme take a look.”
“Guuhhh… get away from me you relNNNHH!” Stipanovic tried to put some distance between herself and the blonde, alas Ky just shot in low and snatched the brunette’s ailing gam like Val hadn’t even moved. A plain old Single Leg would’ve dumpled Stipanovic to the deck at that point, but Sanders had something a little more involved on her mind. Forcing Stems’ left heel up into her own backside, Kylie wedged her right shoulder in against the brunette’s flank, then dipped her knees and muscled Valerie high into the air!
Very much aware of the ‘oooohhhs’ from the crowd, Sanders turned mid-lift so there was an expanse of empty canvas between Val and her partner when the veteran brought her down shin first atop the blonde’s posted right knee! Stipanovic shrieked in pain and now she did topple to the mat, though doing so didn’t free her foot from Kylie’s clutches. Holding the bendy-back’s leg so the sole of her boot pointed into the rafters, Sanders measured the shot, then hopped up and THWHAPPED a Dropkick of her own into the side of Val’s knee!
SHINBREAKER & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEHZqQ_jHqg
Stems finally jerked loose, rolled onto all fours and clambered to boot-leather only to curse in frustration when the Platinum Pixie picked her left ankle from behind. “Where you running to, huh?” Sanders kept the Angeleno’s leg stretched out an awkward angle that prevented any sort of retaliation from the former champ.
“Hrrhhhh… enjoy this while you can.” Val mustered her strength and hopped forward. Even in her diminished state she was able to pull Ky along in her wake. “You’ll be back to languishing in catering soon enouWHOOAAANNNGGGHHHHRRRRHH!”
Kylie yanked Stipanovic’s left leg back that much farther before hopping up and threading her own stems around it in a snug Figure Four. This abrupt shift destroyed what little remained of Valerie’s balance and she crashed down flat on her face, though she pushed onto her hands like the canvas was electrified thanks to the hellacious pressure Ky applied courtesy the Kneebar.
KNEE BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWku1RSdoLw
“Languishing?” Sanders had the Angeleno’s heel in both hands and was wrenching back on it while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeezing the other wrestler’s knee between her thighs. “Baby, I’m thriving!” But you? You’re gonna have to tap out this instant if you don’t want to report to Erza on crutches!”
Another sharp yank on the hold brought a pitiable yelp from Stipanovic and an enthusiastic ‘TAP!’ chant from the crowd gathered for Season’s Beatings.
Valerie tugged at her own dark locks with both hands, trying unsuccessfully to spread the agony.
In the Incorporated corner, McGinty screamed at her partner to ignore the pain and reach her outstretched hand by any means possible. In response, Stems placed her palms flat to the canvas, pushes up and tried to crawl to the Gamazon. She made it a few ‘steps’ before collapsing, yelping in pain.
Finally deciding to use her free leg as a means of escape, she pumped the lower limb toward Sanders, finding the range with the third and fourth, her boot sole THUMPING into the Kylie’s chin enough to break the hold.
As the dazed Hawkeye flexed and massaged her jaw, the freed Val struggles toward the eager, towering blonde. She dove to a tag as the Platinum Pixie reached her feet.
Mariel folded her way through the ropes and into an instant sprint, laying out a charging Ky with a Spinning Leg Lariat. To her credit, the FAWN original scrambled to her feet but was quickly felled again by a Clothesline. Struggling more slowly to vertical, Kylie’s stubborn tenacity was punished when Legs nearly removed her head with the biggest of Big Boots, the back of Sanders’ head BANGING off the deck after the fearsome impact.
BIG BOOT @ 1:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEDz9H1CIDE
With the tide most definitely turned in favor of DaynaCorp’s newest acquisition, Mariel ignored the potential pin for a trip to the nearby buckles. Grabbing the top ropes, McGinty bounded to the bottom strand and spun into a lethal Leg Drop across the throat of her foe.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZyeXCCIufg
The Gamazon hurried to a Crossbody pin, hooking the comparatively petite leg of the Iowan for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ky shoved a shoulder up to the great relief of the FAWNatics who seemed to have been reclaimed nearly in full strength by Kylie to her Corps, the new group reaching levels similar to the old.
A furious McGinty spun Sanders’ frame so her head ended in Mariel’s lap. The Gamazon quickly closed a leggy noose around the noggin of the Platinum Pixie, locking in a Figure-Four Headscissors.
FIGURE-FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE6Xu2bjxC4
Kylie writhed within Mariel’s legs, prying fruitlessly as her face flushed pink then beet red, McGinty flexing her infamous gams to awesome effect.
A few surly Leggs, Inc fans started a less impressive ‘TAP!’ chant of their own and it seemed increasingly likely as more time passed within the snaking, constricting limbs. But a desperate Ky used her wiles to twist to her hands and knees, flipping McGinty in a 180 as well. From there, Sanders thumped fist after fist into a thigh and made her escape, slipping out the back door.
The Pleasant Valley Princess snatched the right leg of her foe and folded it over the crossed left to transfer the pain to Mariel’s weapons.
Another booming ‘TAP!’ chant quickly emerges, this time urging the Gamazon to give in. With pain etched on her face, McGinty crawled to the nearest ropes, a still struggling Kylie unable to contain her rival mid-ring, and the leggy blonde wrapped a palm around the bottom cable, bleating a demand she be released.
Sanders did and pushed to her feet, ignoring a call from Emily to switch out. She motioned Mariel up and McGinty used the ropes to reach a stooped vertical, Legs looking out on the jeering fans. Mariel shook out her lower limb while Ky shouted at Carpenter to let her pass.
When the towering blonde loitered, Kylie slipped by and grabbed Mariel by a wrist. But as McGinty felt the contact, she swung a leg back and up like a pendulum until the Mule Kick CRASHED into Kylie’s crotch. Wickets split, Sanders’ hazel eyes bulged as her hands fell to her privates. She backpedaled knock-kneed toward the middle of the ring as a beaming McGinty points to her temple. She turned to a silently fuming West.
“I’ve got legs AND brains, sweetheart. Your sad, little partner has neither.”
Mariel moved to the frozen Sanders and spiked a Toe Kick DEEP into her ivory tummy, doubling Ky over. She pulled the dipped head of the Hawkeye between her endlessly long legs and wrapped her arms around the gulping midriff of the Platinum Pixie. McGinty seemingly effortlessly flipped Kylie up her frame to a seat on her shoulders then laid out in a tuck, SPEARING the back of the FAWN original with a vicious Powerbomb Lungblower.
POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUsKR3xtdOk
A demolished PVP rolled off in a twitching ruin while a couple feet away Legs popped to her feet and offered the sell-out crowd a bow, drawing echoing boos for the former fan favorite. McGinty strode to Stems and tagged in her dark-maned partner, loosing Stipanovic upon the aching Sanders.
With Mariel leaving without incident, Val moved toward her target, a hitch in her stride as she tried to rid herself of the limp before reaching Ky. Stems sank all ten long, slender digits into the silvery bob of the Iowan.
Keeping Kylie bent at the waist after lifting her foe to her feet, Stipanovic raised some noggin-rattling knees to Sanders’ forehead, Ky’s braincase snapping back from each until the Pixie was little more than putty in the long, lean brunette’s hands.
Valerie sent Sanders staggering to the ropes with a heave. Ky rebounded toward her waiting foe, the Angeleno plucking the returning Sanders off the deck with ease. Valerie juggled the body of the Iowan in front of her, finally PLANTING Kylie’s backbone across bended knee, the plank of her upper leg blasting the veteran’s spine.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER @ 00:002
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcZZT1XU4hA
Val shoved Kylie off, but instead of diving across the prone Pleasant Valley Princess, Valerie shoveled Sanders to her chest. Stipanovic rose next to the Platinum Pixie, then folded her foe’s abbreviated legs and hooked a hand under adversary’s throat.
Kneeling atop Ky’s back, Val rolled to hers with Kylie in tow, sending the diminutive blonde above her into an agonizing arch courtesy Valerie’s imposing Bow-and-Arrow, the Pixie’s pale midriff pointed to the lights above.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeQNLFbHDP8
Trapped, a grimacing Kylie tried to remove Val’s upper grip but proved unable. Her opposite arm rose and quavered like a reed in the wind. With her legs trapped, there seemed no escape available as the stress on her vertebrae grew with each passing second.
The crowd began a rhythmic chant at Emily’s urging and Mariel’s mocking, but the captured Pixie could only mewl in anguish as the Bow drew tighter, Valerie whispering not-so-sweet nothings in the ear of the arched Kylie.
“I’ll break you in half,” she threatened. “Not much of a way to end your career. Better to walk away then get wheeled.”
The Chinlock prevented Ky from offering a cogent verbal response (or even shaking her head very well) so she waggled an index finger to make sure Carpenter and the rest of the crowd knew she wasn’t giving in to Stipanovic’s torture.
“Never mind the girl’s nonsense, Kylie!” Emily called from her place in the corner. “You’ve endured that hold at the hands of the woman who made it famous. Calm your nerves, then find the escape hatch and slip through.”
Valerie heard this and scowled. Jerking down on her foe’s chin and ankles, the big Angeleno jounced Kylie atop her posted joints, Val just pouring on as much as she could despite the persistent pain in her own injured left knee. “Don’t even think about listening to her!” Stipanovic barked. “That idiot’s going to get you crippled! The only way out is submission, don’t make me tell you agaWHOOOAAAHH!”
Hellish though it was, Val’s increased efforts had loosened her grip on the blonde’s chin and Sanders managed to twist loose into a truncated albeit effective Splash that THWHAPPED down atop the former Tag Team Champion’s chest! Aware enough to catch hold of Stipanovic’s hurtin’ leg as soon as she made contact, the Pleasant Valley Princess cradled it tight and nodded along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Valerie tossed her away with a furious roar and clambered to verticality, the brunette beating her adversary there by a step or two despite the obvious hitch in her left leg. Halting the veteran’s aggressive advance with a single Toe Kick to the gut, Stipanovic snatched hold of Kylie’s left wrist and skewered her navel with a vile Back Kick that put the Iowan on her knees.
“You should have taken the offer, ma’am.” Stems huffed as she glared down at the penitent blonde. “Now the only think you can take is early retirement.” With that she jerked Sanders forward while simultaneously lashing out with her right foot to TWHACK Ky across the mouth! Already woozy, the blonde’s hands dropped into her lap, thus ensuring she was a perfect victim when Val planted on her back foot and CRAAACKED a vicious Roundhouse against the shorter wrestler’s left ear!
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yfw0bKbzFW0
The kick sounded like a gunshot even in the upper reaches of the FAWN Arena, yet Stipanovic couldn’t immediately capitalize because she’d collapsed to a seat beside her foe, Stems massaging her left knee with both hands. “SUCK IT UP, VAL!” Mariel shouted at her partner. “YOU KNOCKED THE BYTCH OUT, JUST PIN HER!”
Stipanovic shot a furious look at the Slippery Rock native, but did as bade, the leggy brunette throwing herself atop Sanders for the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily was fairly confident her partner could’ve escaped the cover, but she decided not to chance it and dove through the ropes to STOMP on the back of Stipanovic’s left thigh!
This raised immediate complaints from the zebra and Mariel, though only the latter stormed through the ropes with murder in her eyes. Emily saw her coming and shooed Carpenter toward the legal combatants even as McGinty bore down on her with a massive Big Boo-- the Black Queen caught hold of Legs’ ankle, took a half step back and then flicked a quick little kick of her own up between the blonde’s thighs!
Mariel yelped in surprised shock, though she couldn’t tend to her aching center until West dropped her leg and-- Emily did an about-face, allowing the big blonde to lean against her back for support. This proved a disastrous choice when the Insidious Intellectual snapped her right leg backward in a Mule Kick of the exact same variety Mariel had so recently used on Kylie! The veteran’s heel THUMPED against the taller woman’s undercarriage and she crumpled to her knees with both hands wedged between her thighs.
Sparing a glance at the official to confirm he was paying attention to Kylie and Valerie rather than herself (he was), Emily grabbed a double handful of Mariel’s hair, then yanked her head forward while simultaneously swinging her left hip around to THUMP against the side of the blonde’s noggin with wrecking ball force! McGinty wobbled violently without going down, so West forced the penitent lovely’s head beneath her right arm, then slipped her hands under Mariel’s biceps to neutralize her arms in a snug Double Underhook. In the next instant she hunched forward and snapped back, the Amazing Academic landing flat to PLANT the crown of McGinty’s head like a tent spike! Mariel bounced up and flopped onto her back, the glassy-eyed battler now possessed of just enough wherewithal to tumble under the bottom rope to the floor.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJpeoQ4kPVA
A few seconds prior to McGinty’s ignominious exit, Ky and Val fought to their feet and began to exchange woozy Forearm Smashes and Knife Edge-Chops. Stipanovic’s reach eventually carried the day as she broke up the Iowan’s rhythm with a simple Pump Kick that sent Kylie backpedaling into the ropes. Sensing an opportunity to put things away, Stems loped toward the oncoming blonde and took to the skies with right leg extended like a guillotine aimed directly at Sanders’ throa--“NNNNNGGGHHHH!” Roars of approval from the Corps as their one-time leader snatched Valerie’s ankle out of the aether and twisted down onto her belly to THWHUMP! the former Tag Champ down to earth with a massive Dragon Screw!
“EM!?” Kylie shouted as she fought her way to verticality. “I need a little help here!”
Emily, who’d returned to the corner just as Valerie took her ill-fated flight, grabbed the tag rope and replied, “Whenever you’re ready, Kylie.”
She didn’t have to wait long, as Sanders tromped over and tagged her mere moments later. Ky wanted nothing more than to rest on the outside for a while, so she groaned in irritation when West slipped through the strands and immediately returned the blonde’s tag.
“Steady on Sanders, we’re almost done here.”
Trusting that the Hawkeye Heroine would have her back, Emily hurried over to Valerie and quickly welcomed the hobbled hottie into a Front Facelock. Kylie knew what the brunette had in mind and positioned herself accordingly, the blonde vet moving around to Stipanovic’s left flank so she could snatch hold of her left knee-pad. With Val’s near arm slung across her shoulders shortly thereafter, Em grabbed a handful of waistband above Stems’ right hip and looked to Kylie. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Count to three. Go on two. One…TWO!”
West hoisted while Sanders pushed, the pair of Lightweight legends combining their might to shoot poor Val Stipanovic all the way to high noon, whereupon Emily dropped down and THWHONKED her skull into the mat with a thunderous Cerebral Hemorrhage!
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNbXrWr_bhE
The Black Queen maintained her hooks after the brain-rattling impact, meaning Valerie couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride when West rolled onto her tummy and powered to boot-leather. Another lift followed, only this attempt only reached two o’clock, as that’s all Emily needed to drop the leggy ruin across her partner’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Up on tiptoe the instant she hooked her right arm over the back of Val’s neck, Kylie laid out on that hip to THAWHAM Stems’ head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a perfect Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFGsxKN6QDI
The collision blew Stipanovic into a long-limbed crater, the white-clad battler not even vaguely aware of her circumstances when Sanders climbed aboard and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Emily was too busy staring down a knock-kneed Mariel McGinty to tap her temple in time with the count, though she made a point to do so as soon as the bell sounded. “You two need to work on your sales pitch.” West noted, her observation completely lost in the noise of the crowd and the proclamation of the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
The Sensual Scholar quickly surmised Mariel had no interest in entering, not that the blonde’s usually lethal lower limbs were in working order to do so, the juncture between them still humming from her pair of vicious attacks.
“Don’t worry, Mariel. We’ve proven our point. Brains over brawn. Experience over arrogance. A kick to the crotch works wonders. All the truisms. You can have Valerie back free of charge”
A few feet distant, a spent Sanders released Val’s long, tawny leg, letting it flop lifelessly to the canvas next to the other. Ky pushed her palms into Stipanovic, one on her foe’s bosom, the other into her gulping tummy, then shoved to her haunches. The Platinum Pixie wiped her brow, a growing grin beneath, and turned to her partner.
“Shit, Em. Those girls were a handful.”
“Algebra perhaps,” came West’s reply, “but hardly calculus.”
“Might not have been an A+, but we passed.” Kylie added, grabbing a wrist as Emily moved to the opposite side of Stems and snatched a similar handle. Together they pull Valerie to rubbery legs and ran her to the ropes nearest her flaxen-haired teammate, then heaved her over the top.
McGinty catches enough of her descending Incorporated partner to soften the landing, though it’s hardly graceful, Leggs, Inc. ending in a pile of long limbs and torsos beneath the comparatively compact, bruised bodies of the veterans in the squared circle.
“We’re grading on a curve,” Emily reminded the Hawkeye. “And looking at a pair of accomplished tag champs thoroughly defeated, I’d say we’re doing better than squeaking by.”
Carpenter edges between the FAWN legends and raised each inner arm at the wrist, no doubt causing a shiver down Cassava Onika’s spine in the locker room and giving the FAWNatics the fan service they so desperately craved. The fanboys and girls marked out for a team in their twilight pushing to more than the dimming horizon but, if rumors were correct, to a shot at Cosmic Noir and the Tag Team Titles.
The perfect cherry on top of each magnificent career.
Not only were they no longer in possession of their glittering hardware, but to close 2021 fighting two has-beens as property of DaynaCorp AND be forced to enter first against the warmed-over corpses.
McGinty and Stipanovic were rigid in anger and frustration, realizing what it may take to regain what they’ve lost, when they noticed the lights dimming low.
Beyond the curtain, the Tron blinked 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, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’ In less than fine print below was the recently added “brought to you by DaynaCorp”.
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd jeering the former fan favorites as loudly, the last blast of fireworks flying toward the rafters while Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers.
HOT LEGS:
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, moved to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry but now without the once familiar gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The anthem of the Incorporated wasn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. While the former massive roar of approval that once emerged from the eyeballing attendees was gone, the assembled remain in awe of the twosome’s God-given appendages.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. The former champs scowled at the turncoats, doing their best to ignore the rabble, instead focusing on the battleground in front of them.
A few in the mob tried to start a chant for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
But it’s quickly drowned out by “Let’s go Kylie!” from her Corps.
What hadn’t changed was the wardrobe of the wholly owned Erza subsidiaries.
The towering blonde remained 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 rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the former Tag Champ. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette sported a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair chose 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 made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed, still queens if only in their own mind. From there they moved to the middle to present themselves as their music faded and the Announcer interjected his usual patter.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twentyminute time limit. Introducing first, brought to you by the good people at DaynaCorp. Weighing in at 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 INC!”
The crowd let loose with their burgeoning animosity. It only grew louder when Mariel called for a microphone, both leggy grapplers turning to the lens of the hard camera once McGinty had it in her possession.
“You losers are about to get the best holiday gift you’ve ever received. We’re going to rid FAWN of two aging lumps of coal and demand our rightful rematch against Treymane and her hyperactive dwarf. You’re so very welcome!”
McGinty dropped the microphone with a ga-lunk and Mariel and Val move to their corner, motioning their foes to join them for the grand sendoff.
Once the superlative subsidiaries of DaynaCorp had moved to their corner, it didn’t take the Announcer very long to resume his duties. “And their opponents, hailing from Pleasant Valley, Iowa and Dunwich, Massachusetts respectively, and weighing in tonight at a combined total of two hundred and thirty-six pounds. Please welcome KYLIE SANDERS AND EMILY WEST!”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics that the ‘no one saw it coming’ tag team of the year was still going strong and looking to add more wins to the ledger as they headed straight for 2022.
Sanders and West came through the curtains with the veterans almost shoulder to shoulder, a marked contrast from Cold November Pain when the Black Queen had to talk the Hawkeye Heroine out of a blitzkrieg assault on Diamonds and Pearls. Nodding an approving thanks to the capacity crowd, Emily touched an index finger to her temple while Kylie offered an upraised fist to the replenished ranks of the Corps.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
“They’re not wearing heels, are they?” Sanders asked of the pair waiting for them in the ring. “They’re really that tall.”
“I’m afraid they are. The height difference offers a unique set of challenges, but that just made crafting a winning strategy all the more satisf--”
“Can I guess?” Ky broke in. “Does it revolve around kicking them in the knees?”
“That’s rude, Kylie. You didn’t even allow me to answer your first question.”
“But am I right? We’re going to kick them in the knees?”
Emily was silent for a moment. “That’s a gross oversimplification.”
“Kick ‘em in the knees, got it. You ready to down some tall drinks of water?”
“Lead the way, Kylie.”
Kylie took point and Emily followed a half step behind, the mismatched pair of former World Champions offering the aisle-side fans the occasional extended palm or nod of thanks as they closed in on the squared circle. As was her custom of late, Sanders drew on inspiration from her original gear with a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside and black boy-cut shorts with matching boots and pads. Beside her, the Miskatonic Mastermind wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
Mounting the apron in tandem, Sanders and West treated Mariel and Valerie to an appraising look before they dipped through the strands and claimed the center of the ring as their own, with Kylie raising her arms in a jaunty ‘V’ while Em raised an index finger and tapped her temple so the crowd could chant ‘I’M… SO… SMART!’
Pleased by the response, Sanders and West headed to the opposite corner to talk last minute strategy while Al Carpenter went through the pre-match inspections and instructions.
Emily headed out with the sound of the bell, the former World Champion making a point to arrive in the center of the ring a few steps ahead of her towering opposition. Stipanovic didn’t make the veteran wait, though she did stop outside of lunging range. “This alliance with Sanders is a dead end, career-wise.” Stems told her opponent. “Dayna’s prepared to make a very generous offer to put you on retainer.”
West smiled faintly and began to circle, her dark eyes flitting up and down to assess the taller brunette for obvious weaknesses. “I’m not quite ready for an office job yet.” she admitted. “But if the two of you can make this interesting I’ll give that offer some serious thought.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Emily.” Stipanovic was turning to keep West in sight, her fingers twitching in anticipation of a clench. “If we make this too interesting you might not be capable of considering anything more strenuous than a hospital bed.”
The Amazing Academic’s smirk grew into a full smile. “Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary. Please Valerie, show me your credentials.”
Stipanovic didn’t need to be told twice, she pounced on West and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up strong enough to force the smaller woman back a few steps. West made no effort to push against the encroachment, instead she allowed Val to march her more than halfway to the ropes before she snatched hold of the bendy-back’s left wrist and twisted around on her six for a Hammerlock.
The height differential meant the hold didn’t cause Stems any real strain until the Black Queen set a heel against the pit of Stipanovic’s left knee and pressed down to make her take said knee. Bracing her right foot atop the Angeleno’s left calf so she couldn’t just stand up, West cupped a hand over Stipanovic’s elbow and pushed up to increase the torque on her opponent’s shoulder.
Valerie grimaced, patted at the straining joint, then shook her head to prevent Al Carpenter from asking any dumb questions. “That’s how you want to start?” Stems muttered as she reached back for a grip on Emily’s hair. “You really think a Hammerlock is going to take me RRRRGGGGHH!”
West ground down on Val’s calf while simultaneously wrenching up on the Hammerlock. “Do I think this particular hold is enough to carry the day at this given moment?” Emily answered Stems’ question with a question. “No, I do not. Not unless I’ve seriously underestimated your will to fight. I do however believe it will pay dividends laterrrhh--hair, Algernon. If you’d be so kind.”
Already gripping a huge handful of West’s dark locks, Stipanovic gave the hold a hard shake and batted her eyes at the approaching official. “Something wrong, Mr. Carpenter?” she cooed.
“Are you going to make me count, Val?”
“Only if you want me to let go of this AARP spokespersNNNNGGHH!”
Emily yoked up on the Hammerlock while simultaneously driving the point of her left knee into the small of Stipanovic’s back! The pinpoint strike broke Stems’ grip on Emily’s hair and drove her to all fours (well, three of four), then stretched out the folded arm, stepped over and dropped a heavy Butt Bomb on Angeleno’s exposed shoulder! Val grimaced and reared back on her knees with that sore arm held tight against her chest. She was trying to work out the kinks when Em grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Stipanovic’s noggin forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING a Hip Check into the penitent lovely’s face!
“Pardon my reach, I wasn’t quite done with this yet.” West told Stems as she retook possession of the bendy-back’s left arm. Stretching the purloined limb across her own midsection, the Black Queen hooked on at wrist and bicep, then rocked back on her heels and laid out on her back to PLANT Valerie’s face and chest on the deck with a quick Single Arm DDT!
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B6N3spRLdY
The force of impact bounced Stipanovic onto her knees and she was quick to regain her feet, the discombobulated battler heading for Mariel to see if she could make a better go of it than-- “HHRRRGGGHH!” Not about to offer Stipanovic an out when she was making such beautiful progress, the Black Queen charged in from behind and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick into the back of Stems’ left knee to put the former Tag Champ down flat on her back.
Fuming over West’s fast start, McGinty climbed onto the bottom rope and barked, “What the hell was that cheap shyt? I’d like to see you try that on me!”
Emily already had Val by the ankles to drag her into enemy territory which meant she didn’t look up when she replied, “For the sake of your future mobility, you should hope I never get the opportunity.”
Mariel had plenty more to say, but West ignored it favor of spiking a few stubby kicks into the meat of the bendy-back’s left thigh. “The specials are especially good tonight, Kylie.” the Amazing Academic called over one shoulder. “Would you care for a taste?”
“Maybe just a little.” Already holding onto the tag rope, Ky leaned in a little farther and slapped West’s shoulder to bring herself into the contest.
Up on tiptoe the instant she felt Sanders make the tag, Emily snapped down and to the right, the veteran landing heavily on her hip and shoulder to THUMP Stipanovic’s thigh and knee into the canvas with a sort of grounded Dragon Screw. To make matters worse (for Stems, at least) West maintained her hold on the Angeleno’s ankle after the collision with the mat, thus meaning her whole leg was stretched out and defenseless. This was far too much temptation for Kylie to pass up so rather than simply go through the ropes, she hopped onto the top strand and leapt out into the lights, the Pleasant Valley Princess stretching out full length to THWHAM down on Valerie’s thigh in a Springboard Splash!
Stipanovic wailed and drew the throbbing limb tight to her chest, so Ky scrambled across her chest and hooked it herself to keep Stems down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Val kicked out with a full second remaining, hurried to boot-leather and spat something most unprintable when Sanders lunged in, caught her bad leg and swept it out from underneath to send her right back to the deck.
“DAMMIT!” Stipanovic pounded the canvas with a frustrated palm. “Get the hell away from me you stumpy NNNNGGGHHH!”
Ky tucked that captured foot under her right armpit and clamped on like she was thinking Single Leg Crab, but instead of trying to turn the Angeleno onto her tummy, Sanders dropped back and drove the sole of Stipanovic’s foot into the canvas hard enough to send lightning racing from her heel to her hip and back again.
“You’re gonna call me stumpy when you can’t even stand up straight?” Kylie scoffed as she used Val’s left foot to turn her over. “Gotta love that tall girl confidence, even when it’s misplaced.”
A few sharp tugs brought Sanders to within taggin’ distance and welcomed Emily back to the fray before doubling down on the ankle grip again. Settling into a deep crouch while the Amazing Academic climbed to the top turnbuckle, the FAWN Original gathered her strength and shot up on tiptoe to haul Stipanovic into an awkward handstand. That’s when Emily took to the skies, her right knee locked and loaded to connect with Valerie’s thigh a heartbeat before Kylie slammed their foe’s leg down full force, the combination of Knee Drop and Stump Puller just wrecking havoc on Valerie’s most dangerous weapons.
The duet of agonies in thigh and knee sent Stipanovic onto her back where Emily was waiting to collect both legs in a tight bundle. Pointing the other brunette’s buns at the lights with a seemingly effortless Back Press, Emily held on tight while Al, Kylie and the rest of the crowd counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mariel rushed across the ring and pounded a stomp into the pit of West’s tummy to ensure Leggs Inc. wouldn’t suffer a galling early dismissal in this high stakes contest.
As Emily rolled away hugging her midriff, a charging Sanders was gutted by a Spinning Side Kick to the belly, her abs absorbing the brunt of the battering blow. Face to face and side by side, McGinty slipped one hand under Kylie’s near armpit and clenched the other around Ky’s throat, the towering blonde launching the bug-eyed Sanders HIGH into the air, then rattling the ring with a breathtaking, backbreaking Choke Slam.
CHOKE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOckXtGh4kI
With Kylie starfished at her feet and West on her back, rolling from shoulder to shoulder, arms wrapped around her midsection, Mariel finally noticed Carpenter’s complaining.
Grabbing Valerie around the right ankle, she started to drag her incapacitated partner to the Leggs’ corner to make her entry official. They were still some distance away when Stems screeched in agony.
“STAHHHP you idiot!”
A sheepish McGinty realized she’s yanking on the limb West and Sanders brutalized and released, but then angrily strode to her legal position.
“Then get your ass up and tag me!”
A grimacing Val rolled to all fours and crawled toward her fellow former tag champion while Al bundled a semiconscious Sanders under the bottom rope, Kylie unceremoniously plopping to the thinly-padded arena floor.
Stipanovic dove to a legal tag and Mariel entered quickly, racing to a rising Emily who turns into a Big Boot to the chin that nearly removed the vet’s head from her shoulders.
BIG BOOT @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZ1rnDKNodw
Mariel gazed down at the floored West with satisfaction, turned perpendicular to the brunette, and raised her right leg in a set of vertical splits, supporting the limb at the knee. Mariel dropped the extended leg across the throat of the Amazing Academic like a guillotine, Emily spasming beneath the force of the stem then falling still, her shoulders tight to the canvas with McGinty’s leg draped on top for the…
SPLITTING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THCLQDFtkgE
ONE…
TWO…
West pushed out from under, rolling to her chest. Head pointed toward her corner, Emily reached out a plaintive hand, but the area was vacant, Kylie still struggling to reach her feet far from her station, let alone reach a vertical position near the tag rope. Having risen beside her foe, Mariel dropped an elbow to the nape of the Sensual Scholar’s neck, flattening West to the canvas to end any pretense of escape.
The Gamazon twisted to a seat at the chest-down Emily’s side, captures the brunette’s near arm in a Scissors and slapped on a Crossface grip around the noggin of the future Hall of Famer. Sneering, the long-legged, flaxen-haired fighter cruelly wrenched the head and neck of her adversary, demanding West surrender.
Carpenter asked Emily if she wanted to concede, but the Black Queen grunted a pained ‘no’ causing Mariel to turn up the intensity.
“Are you sure about that?” she growled.
West’s Mensa-level vocabulary proved little use to her in the current circumstance, but her lack of affirmation prompted Al to indicate the match continued. McGinty gave up her grip, grabbing Em’s scalp with both hands and SLAMMING her forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The cranium of the Amazing Academic bounced off the deck. She absently flopped to her back, dark eyes in a glaze while Mariel rose to her feet. The Gamazon lifted her arms high and wide, presenting her superiority to the increasing jeers of the FAWNatics. In the Incorporated corner, a recovered Valerie provided her partner the only standing ovation in the house. She stretched out an arm, but McGinty motioned she had more to do with Em before handing her over.
Turning to find the wavering West on her knees, Legs surged to her foe, dropping her palms to the canvas alongside the veteran while wrapping her impossibly long, lower limbs around Emily’s throat. With the Scissors in place, Mariel spun backward to lay out and PLANT Em’s skull into the canvas with a ferocious Faceplant that drew an ‘ooooh’ from the crowd.
SCISSORED FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWmzWju8nak
The Sensual Scholar whiplashed away from the impact, ending staring up at the rafters in dreamy contemplation once more.
Mariel dove across her foe, scooping both of Em’s legs and rolling to a cradled Back Press for the…
ONE..
TWO…
Again, Emily threw a shoulder off the deck, pushing McGinty to a seated position next to her, Mariel looking out into the mob, clearly frustrated.
Finally back in her corner, Ky’s looking worse for wear, but she had the energy to start a rhythmic clap the newly reformed Kylie Corps picked up. Unfortunately, the Gamazon was not similarly moved, sending a set of talons into Emily’s dark tresses and ripping West to unsteady feet when she started to recover. Mariel reached the Leggs, Inc. corner with Em in tow and SLAMMED her foe’s face into the top buckle before handing the reins to Stipanovic with a tag.
Despite Kylie’s protests and Al’s stern advice, the leggy duo remained in the ring together, bullying the staggering West halfway down the length of the ring before sending her racing with a double-barreled Irish Whip.
Emily rebounded toward the charging twosome, managing to dip under the stereo version of a Big Boot. She traveled to the opposite set of cables and U-turned toward the startled, spinning former title holders.
West leapt into a Crossbody THUMPING into Valerie and Mariel who barely budged, the team catching the wide-eyed West, who seemed to have made an error not worthy of her IQ. But when a newly entered Kylie leapt into a Dropkick to Emily, it’s the towering twosome felled with some trickery.
The Sensual Scholar laid across both and was quickly joined by a scrambling Sanders, the veteran’s combining for a pile of a pin.
Carpenter’s willing to allow it, perhaps because Leggs, Inc. instigated the mess. He slapped the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Together, Mariel and Val heaved both foes over their heads with scooping arms.
It’s a race to vertical and the younger legs of the former champions got them there a tick faster. And while Mariel ROCKED Kylie with a scythe-like Clothesline that left the Pleasant Valley Princess splayed, Stems dug a Toe Kick into Emily’s tummy, doubling the gasping brunette in front of her.
Val tugged Emily’s dipped head between her legs and wrapped her arms around the gulping midriff of the Black Queen. Flipping West up her frame to a seat on her shoulders, the tawny-skinned Angeleno delivered Emily to the crash pad made out of her partner with a breathtaking Powerbomb. Sanders and West were left in a groaning, wrecked ‘X’, Em atop Ky.
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mheVwZbXhpw
It’s the Incorporated duo’s turn to dive in a stack atop the splattered veterans.
Seemingly ready to get out of this growing disaster at any opportunity, Carpenter SLAPPED the canvas with Kylie’s shoulders flat and Emily’s less so as she remained sandwiched upon the Platinum Pixie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
West shoved her right shoulder even farther from the canvas out of instinct and Sanders sent her left up out of necessity, leaving Mariel and Valerie on their haunches next to the faltering icons, seemingly impressed by their foes’ unwillingness to take the inevitable defeat.
“Stubborn hags.” McGinty huffed as she got to her feet. “Don’t they know they can’t meet the height requirement for greatness?”
Val took a little longer to join her, the brunette still favoring the knee that’d been targeted earlier in the match. “Not entirely true, Mar.” she murmured. “They’ll both make excellent additions to DaynaCorp’s Victim Portfolio.”
“Hey, exchange stock tips later!” Al barked at the towering duo. “Or at least do it in the corner, that means you, Mariel!”
“All right, all right, FINE!” the blonde snapped. “Let me just pick up my trash, ok?” The refuse in question was one Kylie Sanders, McGinty’s treatment of whom earned a boisterous jeer from the FAWNatics.
Turning her focus to Emily once Mariel started marching Kylie toward the ropes, Stems filled her hands with the veteran’s dark hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed shortly thereafter, but Stipanovic made no effort to upend her adversary, rather she simply crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed West’s noggin as hard as she could.
“There’s still time to consider that offer, ma’am.” Val told the Amazing Academic. “Don’t spend the rest of your career anchored to--”
A shout of concern from Mariel combined with a roar from the crowd drew Val’s attention to the ropes just in time to witness Kylie sky-hook herself to the top rope so she landed on the apron instead of the floor! Infuriated by the Platinum Pixie’s iron tenacity, McGinty fired off a Haymaker aimed at Ky’s jaw only to see more red when the blonde blocked it with a perfectly-placed forearm. This forearm was promptly applied to Mariel’s mouth, the force of it sending the big blonde stumbling in the direction of her partner.
There was no contact between the former champs, but only because Valerie loosened her Scissors and pivoted she and Em out of Legs’ way. Unaware of the near miss, McGinty honed in on the Pleasant Valley Princess and sprinted at the ropes, her right leg whipping up with wicked--“NNNGGGGAAAHHHHHH!” Kylie caught hold of Mariel’s ankle and stepped back off the apron to TWANG the pit of her opponent’s knee against the rubber-coated steel!
“For f*ck’s sake, Mar!” Stems groaned as her partner crumpled to the deck with some ambulatory anguish of her own. “Couldn’t you just-- OH NO YOU DON’T!”
Stipanovic felt Em trying to squirm her way free from the Headscissors and made her suffer for that insolence by raaaaaaaaaking her from buttocks to shoulders before tacking on a trio of THWHAPPING Overhead Forearm Smashes! “All right, I’m through with the softball offers.” Stems growled as she cinched her arms around the smaller brunette’s waist again. “Either you sign with us, or you sign with a retirement home.” The threat was still on her lips when Valerie dipped her knees and muscled / spun West up onto her shoulders for a second PowerboNO!
Em pushed off in time with Val’s lift to provide some extra momentum that the Angeleno hadn’t expected. This meant that instead of finishing atop Stipanovic’s shoulders, West tumbled down her foe’s back and caught hold of her waist to bring Stems down in an impromptu Sunset Flip! Pressed in snug against the younger wrestler’s haunches, Emily threaded her calves over Valerie’s biceps to keep her glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
Stipanovic wrenched loose with a full second to spare, the white-clad battler tumbling clear with a somersault while the Black Queen scrambled to verticality.
Slowly backing toward the friendly corner as she locked eyes with Stipanovic, West asked, “Tell me, Valerie. How is it that in spite of the obvious height advantage, you find yourself constantly looking up at me?”
Stems didn’t answer with words, instead she exploded out of her crouch and went straight for the former World Champion! Val’s stride meant she was bearing down on the veteran in an instant, unfortunately for her that was exactly what West wanted. Actually stepping forward as Stipanovic closed in, Em hopped up and PWAAAKED both heels into Stems’ left thigh just above her injured knee!
West’s pinpoint precision sent Val into tumbling sprawl, the lanky brunette stunner landing hard on her butt with that throbbing limb already cradled close to her chest!
Out on the apron, Kylie had hold of the tag rope and was leaaaaaaaaaaaning in as far as gravity would allow. “Lemme at her, Em! I’ve got this!”
“I know you do.” the Black Queen acknowledged as she regained her feet. “But Valerie and I have one more bit of business to transact…” Standing off to Stems’ left, West hopped in and THWHACKED her right foot against the former Tag Champ’s skull with a vicious Basement Super Kick! Stipanovic let out a groan and toppled onto her side but Em paid it no mind, she’d already lurched toward the corner to CLAP Sanders back into the match.
Kylie came over the ropes like a house of fire, the Iowan unleashing an Elbow Drop to Valerie’s left bicep to ensure she had yet another fresh ache to bear. “Keep an eye on her!” Sanders snapped to Al while pointing at Mariel, who’d started her way through the strands. Scowling as she was caught in the act, McGinty retreated back to the apron, thus reduced to the status of spectator while the Pleasant Valley Princess used a double fistful of hair to haul Valerie to a gimpy, hopping verticality. “That leg’s really starting to look nasty, sweetie. I think you should get it checked out. Here, lemme take a look.”
“Guuhhh… get away from me you relNNNHH!” Stipanovic tried to put some distance between herself and the blonde, alas Ky just shot in low and snatched the brunette’s ailing gam like Val hadn’t even moved. A plain old Single Leg would’ve dumpled Stipanovic to the deck at that point, but Sanders had something a little more involved on her mind. Forcing Stems’ left heel up into her own backside, Kylie wedged her right shoulder in against the brunette’s flank, then dipped her knees and muscled Valerie high into the air!
Very much aware of the ‘oooohhhs’ from the crowd, Sanders turned mid-lift so there was an expanse of empty canvas between Val and her partner when the veteran brought her down shin first atop the blonde’s posted right knee! Stipanovic shrieked in pain and now she did topple to the mat, though doing so didn’t free her foot from Kylie’s clutches. Holding the bendy-back’s leg so the sole of her boot pointed into the rafters, Sanders measured the shot, then hopped up and THWHAPPED a Dropkick of her own into the side of Val’s knee!
SHINBREAKER & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEHZqQ_jHqg
Stems finally jerked loose, rolled onto all fours and clambered to boot-leather only to curse in frustration when the Platinum Pixie picked her left ankle from behind. “Where you running to, huh?” Sanders kept the Angeleno’s leg stretched out an awkward angle that prevented any sort of retaliation from the former champ.
“Hrrhhhh… enjoy this while you can.” Val mustered her strength and hopped forward. Even in her diminished state she was able to pull Ky along in her wake. “You’ll be back to languishing in catering soon enouWHOOAAANNNGGGHHHHRRRRHH!”
Kylie yanked Stipanovic’s left leg back that much farther before hopping up and threading her own stems around it in a snug Figure Four. This abrupt shift destroyed what little remained of Valerie’s balance and she crashed down flat on her face, though she pushed onto her hands like the canvas was electrified thanks to the hellacious pressure Ky applied courtesy the Kneebar.
KNEE BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWku1RSdoLw
“Languishing?” Sanders had the Angeleno’s heel in both hands and was wrenching back on it while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeezing the other wrestler’s knee between her thighs. “Baby, I’m thriving!” But you? You’re gonna have to tap out this instant if you don’t want to report to Erza on crutches!”
Another sharp yank on the hold brought a pitiable yelp from Stipanovic and an enthusiastic ‘TAP!’ chant from the crowd gathered for Season’s Beatings.
Valerie tugged at her own dark locks with both hands, trying unsuccessfully to spread the agony.
In the Incorporated corner, McGinty screamed at her partner to ignore the pain and reach her outstretched hand by any means possible. In response, Stems placed her palms flat to the canvas, pushes up and tried to crawl to the Gamazon. She made it a few ‘steps’ before collapsing, yelping in pain.
Finally deciding to use her free leg as a means of escape, she pumped the lower limb toward Sanders, finding the range with the third and fourth, her boot sole THUMPING into the Kylie’s chin enough to break the hold.
As the dazed Hawkeye flexed and massaged her jaw, the freed Val struggles toward the eager, towering blonde. She dove to a tag as the Platinum Pixie reached her feet.
Mariel folded her way through the ropes and into an instant sprint, laying out a charging Ky with a Spinning Leg Lariat. To her credit, the FAWN original scrambled to her feet but was quickly felled again by a Clothesline. Struggling more slowly to vertical, Kylie’s stubborn tenacity was punished when Legs nearly removed her head with the biggest of Big Boots, the back of Sanders’ head BANGING off the deck after the fearsome impact.
BIG BOOT @ 1:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEDz9H1CIDE
With the tide most definitely turned in favor of DaynaCorp’s newest acquisition, Mariel ignored the potential pin for a trip to the nearby buckles. Grabbing the top ropes, McGinty bounded to the bottom strand and spun into a lethal Leg Drop across the throat of her foe.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZyeXCCIufg
The Gamazon hurried to a Crossbody pin, hooking the comparatively petite leg of the Iowan for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ky shoved a shoulder up to the great relief of the FAWNatics who seemed to have been reclaimed nearly in full strength by Kylie to her Corps, the new group reaching levels similar to the old.
A furious McGinty spun Sanders’ frame so her head ended in Mariel’s lap. The Gamazon quickly closed a leggy noose around the noggin of the Platinum Pixie, locking in a Figure-Four Headscissors.
FIGURE-FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE6Xu2bjxC4
Kylie writhed within Mariel’s legs, prying fruitlessly as her face flushed pink then beet red, McGinty flexing her infamous gams to awesome effect.
A few surly Leggs, Inc fans started a less impressive ‘TAP!’ chant of their own and it seemed increasingly likely as more time passed within the snaking, constricting limbs. But a desperate Ky used her wiles to twist to her hands and knees, flipping McGinty in a 180 as well. From there, Sanders thumped fist after fist into a thigh and made her escape, slipping out the back door.
The Pleasant Valley Princess snatched the right leg of her foe and folded it over the crossed left to transfer the pain to Mariel’s weapons.
Another booming ‘TAP!’ chant quickly emerges, this time urging the Gamazon to give in. With pain etched on her face, McGinty crawled to the nearest ropes, a still struggling Kylie unable to contain her rival mid-ring, and the leggy blonde wrapped a palm around the bottom cable, bleating a demand she be released.
Sanders did and pushed to her feet, ignoring a call from Emily to switch out. She motioned Mariel up and McGinty used the ropes to reach a stooped vertical, Legs looking out on the jeering fans. Mariel shook out her lower limb while Ky shouted at Carpenter to let her pass.
When the towering blonde loitered, Kylie slipped by and grabbed Mariel by a wrist. But as McGinty felt the contact, she swung a leg back and up like a pendulum until the Mule Kick CRASHED into Kylie’s crotch. Wickets split, Sanders’ hazel eyes bulged as her hands fell to her privates. She backpedaled knock-kneed toward the middle of the ring as a beaming McGinty points to her temple. She turned to a silently fuming West.
“I’ve got legs AND brains, sweetheart. Your sad, little partner has neither.”
Mariel moved to the frozen Sanders and spiked a Toe Kick DEEP into her ivory tummy, doubling Ky over. She pulled the dipped head of the Hawkeye between her endlessly long legs and wrapped her arms around the gulping midriff of the Platinum Pixie. McGinty seemingly effortlessly flipped Kylie up her frame to a seat on her shoulders then laid out in a tuck, SPEARING the back of the FAWN original with a vicious Powerbomb Lungblower.
POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUsKR3xtdOk
A demolished PVP rolled off in a twitching ruin while a couple feet away Legs popped to her feet and offered the sell-out crowd a bow, drawing echoing boos for the former fan favorite. McGinty strode to Stems and tagged in her dark-maned partner, loosing Stipanovic upon the aching Sanders.
With Mariel leaving without incident, Val moved toward her target, a hitch in her stride as she tried to rid herself of the limp before reaching Ky. Stems sank all ten long, slender digits into the silvery bob of the Iowan.
Keeping Kylie bent at the waist after lifting her foe to her feet, Stipanovic raised some noggin-rattling knees to Sanders’ forehead, Ky’s braincase snapping back from each until the Pixie was little more than putty in the long, lean brunette’s hands.
Valerie sent Sanders staggering to the ropes with a heave. Ky rebounded toward her waiting foe, the Angeleno plucking the returning Sanders off the deck with ease. Valerie juggled the body of the Iowan in front of her, finally PLANTING Kylie’s backbone across bended knee, the plank of her upper leg blasting the veteran’s spine.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER @ 00:002
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcZZT1XU4hA
Val shoved Kylie off, but instead of diving across the prone Pleasant Valley Princess, Valerie shoveled Sanders to her chest. Stipanovic rose next to the Platinum Pixie, then folded her foe’s abbreviated legs and hooked a hand under adversary’s throat.
Kneeling atop Ky’s back, Val rolled to hers with Kylie in tow, sending the diminutive blonde above her into an agonizing arch courtesy Valerie’s imposing Bow-and-Arrow, the Pixie’s pale midriff pointed to the lights above.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeQNLFbHDP8
Trapped, a grimacing Kylie tried to remove Val’s upper grip but proved unable. Her opposite arm rose and quavered like a reed in the wind. With her legs trapped, there seemed no escape available as the stress on her vertebrae grew with each passing second.
The crowd began a rhythmic chant at Emily’s urging and Mariel’s mocking, but the captured Pixie could only mewl in anguish as the Bow drew tighter, Valerie whispering not-so-sweet nothings in the ear of the arched Kylie.
“I’ll break you in half,” she threatened. “Not much of a way to end your career. Better to walk away then get wheeled.”
The Chinlock prevented Ky from offering a cogent verbal response (or even shaking her head very well) so she waggled an index finger to make sure Carpenter and the rest of the crowd knew she wasn’t giving in to Stipanovic’s torture.
“Never mind the girl’s nonsense, Kylie!” Emily called from her place in the corner. “You’ve endured that hold at the hands of the woman who made it famous. Calm your nerves, then find the escape hatch and slip through.”
Valerie heard this and scowled. Jerking down on her foe’s chin and ankles, the big Angeleno jounced Kylie atop her posted joints, Val just pouring on as much as she could despite the persistent pain in her own injured left knee. “Don’t even think about listening to her!” Stipanovic barked. “That idiot’s going to get you crippled! The only way out is submission, don’t make me tell you agaWHOOOAAAHH!”
Hellish though it was, Val’s increased efforts had loosened her grip on the blonde’s chin and Sanders managed to twist loose into a truncated albeit effective Splash that THWHAPPED down atop the former Tag Team Champion’s chest! Aware enough to catch hold of Stipanovic’s hurtin’ leg as soon as she made contact, the Pleasant Valley Princess cradled it tight and nodded along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Valerie tossed her away with a furious roar and clambered to verticality, the brunette beating her adversary there by a step or two despite the obvious hitch in her left leg. Halting the veteran’s aggressive advance with a single Toe Kick to the gut, Stipanovic snatched hold of Kylie’s left wrist and skewered her navel with a vile Back Kick that put the Iowan on her knees.
“You should have taken the offer, ma’am.” Stems huffed as she glared down at the penitent blonde. “Now the only think you can take is early retirement.” With that she jerked Sanders forward while simultaneously lashing out with her right foot to TWHACK Ky across the mouth! Already woozy, the blonde’s hands dropped into her lap, thus ensuring she was a perfect victim when Val planted on her back foot and CRAAACKED a vicious Roundhouse against the shorter wrestler’s left ear!
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yfw0bKbzFW0
The kick sounded like a gunshot even in the upper reaches of the FAWN Arena, yet Stipanovic couldn’t immediately capitalize because she’d collapsed to a seat beside her foe, Stems massaging her left knee with both hands. “SUCK IT UP, VAL!” Mariel shouted at her partner. “YOU KNOCKED THE BYTCH OUT, JUST PIN HER!”
Stipanovic shot a furious look at the Slippery Rock native, but did as bade, the leggy brunette throwing herself atop Sanders for the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Emily was fairly confident her partner could’ve escaped the cover, but she decided not to chance it and dove through the ropes to STOMP on the back of Stipanovic’s left thigh!
This raised immediate complaints from the zebra and Mariel, though only the latter stormed through the ropes with murder in her eyes. Emily saw her coming and shooed Carpenter toward the legal combatants even as McGinty bore down on her with a massive Big Boo-- the Black Queen caught hold of Legs’ ankle, took a half step back and then flicked a quick little kick of her own up between the blonde’s thighs!
Mariel yelped in surprised shock, though she couldn’t tend to her aching center until West dropped her leg and-- Emily did an about-face, allowing the big blonde to lean against her back for support. This proved a disastrous choice when the Insidious Intellectual snapped her right leg backward in a Mule Kick of the exact same variety Mariel had so recently used on Kylie! The veteran’s heel THUMPED against the taller woman’s undercarriage and she crumpled to her knees with both hands wedged between her thighs.
Sparing a glance at the official to confirm he was paying attention to Kylie and Valerie rather than herself (he was), Emily grabbed a double handful of Mariel’s hair, then yanked her head forward while simultaneously swinging her left hip around to THUMP against the side of the blonde’s noggin with wrecking ball force! McGinty wobbled violently without going down, so West forced the penitent lovely’s head beneath her right arm, then slipped her hands under Mariel’s biceps to neutralize her arms in a snug Double Underhook. In the next instant she hunched forward and snapped back, the Amazing Academic landing flat to PLANT the crown of McGinty’s head like a tent spike! Mariel bounced up and flopped onto her back, the glassy-eyed battler now possessed of just enough wherewithal to tumble under the bottom rope to the floor.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJpeoQ4kPVA
A few seconds prior to McGinty’s ignominious exit, Ky and Val fought to their feet and began to exchange woozy Forearm Smashes and Knife Edge-Chops. Stipanovic’s reach eventually carried the day as she broke up the Iowan’s rhythm with a simple Pump Kick that sent Kylie backpedaling into the ropes. Sensing an opportunity to put things away, Stems loped toward the oncoming blonde and took to the skies with right leg extended like a guillotine aimed directly at Sanders’ throa--“NNNNNGGGHHHH!” Roars of approval from the Corps as their one-time leader snatched Valerie’s ankle out of the aether and twisted down onto her belly to THWHUMP! the former Tag Champ down to earth with a massive Dragon Screw!
“EM!?” Kylie shouted as she fought her way to verticality. “I need a little help here!”
Emily, who’d returned to the corner just as Valerie took her ill-fated flight, grabbed the tag rope and replied, “Whenever you’re ready, Kylie.”
She didn’t have to wait long, as Sanders tromped over and tagged her mere moments later. Ky wanted nothing more than to rest on the outside for a while, so she groaned in irritation when West slipped through the strands and immediately returned the blonde’s tag.
“Steady on Sanders, we’re almost done here.”
Trusting that the Hawkeye Heroine would have her back, Emily hurried over to Valerie and quickly welcomed the hobbled hottie into a Front Facelock. Kylie knew what the brunette had in mind and positioned herself accordingly, the blonde vet moving around to Stipanovic’s left flank so she could snatch hold of her left knee-pad. With Val’s near arm slung across her shoulders shortly thereafter, Em grabbed a handful of waistband above Stems’ right hip and looked to Kylie. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Count to three. Go on two. One…TWO!”
West hoisted while Sanders pushed, the pair of Lightweight legends combining their might to shoot poor Val Stipanovic all the way to high noon, whereupon Emily dropped down and THWHONKED her skull into the mat with a thunderous Cerebral Hemorrhage!
CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNbXrWr_bhE
The Black Queen maintained her hooks after the brain-rattling impact, meaning Valerie couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride when West rolled onto her tummy and powered to boot-leather. Another lift followed, only this attempt only reached two o’clock, as that’s all Emily needed to drop the leggy ruin across her partner’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Up on tiptoe the instant she hooked her right arm over the back of Val’s neck, Kylie laid out on that hip to THAWHAM Stems’ head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a perfect Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFGsxKN6QDI
The collision blew Stipanovic into a long-limbed crater, the white-clad battler not even vaguely aware of her circumstances when Sanders climbed aboard and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Emily was too busy staring down a knock-kneed Mariel McGinty to tap her temple in time with the count, though she made a point to do so as soon as the bell sounded. “You two need to work on your sales pitch.” West noted, her observation completely lost in the noise of the crowd and the proclamation of the Announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
The Sensual Scholar quickly surmised Mariel had no interest in entering, not that the blonde’s usually lethal lower limbs were in working order to do so, the juncture between them still humming from her pair of vicious attacks.
“Don’t worry, Mariel. We’ve proven our point. Brains over brawn. Experience over arrogance. A kick to the crotch works wonders. All the truisms. You can have Valerie back free of charge”
A few feet distant, a spent Sanders released Val’s long, tawny leg, letting it flop lifelessly to the canvas next to the other. Ky pushed her palms into Stipanovic, one on her foe’s bosom, the other into her gulping tummy, then shoved to her haunches. The Platinum Pixie wiped her brow, a growing grin beneath, and turned to her partner.
“Shit, Em. Those girls were a handful.”
“Algebra perhaps,” came West’s reply, “but hardly calculus.”
“Might not have been an A+, but we passed.” Kylie added, grabbing a wrist as Emily moved to the opposite side of Stems and snatched a similar handle. Together they pull Valerie to rubbery legs and ran her to the ropes nearest her flaxen-haired teammate, then heaved her over the top.
McGinty catches enough of her descending Incorporated partner to soften the landing, though it’s hardly graceful, Leggs, Inc. ending in a pile of long limbs and torsos beneath the comparatively compact, bruised bodies of the veterans in the squared circle.
“We’re grading on a curve,” Emily reminded the Hawkeye. “And looking at a pair of accomplished tag champs thoroughly defeated, I’d say we’re doing better than squeaking by.”
Carpenter edges between the FAWN legends and raised each inner arm at the wrist, no doubt causing a shiver down Cassava Onika’s spine in the locker room and giving the FAWNatics the fan service they so desperately craved. The fanboys and girls marked out for a team in their twilight pushing to more than the dimming horizon but, if rumors were correct, to a shot at Cosmic Noir and the Tag Team Titles.
The perfect cherry on top of each magnificent career.