Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2022 0:23:44 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, they are the challengers. Hailing from Galway, Ireland, and weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-five pounds, behold the jewels of the Emerald Isle, they are MAEVE AND MOIRA, THE RIUIL KANES!”
MAEVE KANE:
MOIRA KANE:
Celtic pipes wafted through the arena's sound system, but that quickly morphed into an electronica beat as the curtain tore open, the spotlight fixing upon the two women emerging from the other side. The elder Kane, Maeve, was clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves and pushed up her impressive 36DD’s, while her sister Moira (an 'Irish twin' at a mere ten months younger), was garbed in a matching one-piece ensemble albeit in matte black rather than green. Regardless of color, it was quite flattering to the whole of her figure, particularly her not-unimpressive 34D’s. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and they meant to do the same thing tonight. Last year their opposition had played spoiler to the domineering reign of Legs Inc.. Tonight they would do the same en route to once again reclaiming the top prize in the Tag Team division.
Climbing up the ring stairs to the apron, the Kanes demanded that referee Al Carpenter sit on the bottom rope and open the cables up for them. This he did without comment, and blonde Moira and redheaded Maeve stepped into the squared circle. The crowd exploded with cheers as Maeve raised her fists and Moira jumped up to the middle turnbuckle of one corner, holding her arms wide to encourage and absorb the adulation. Once among the most despised names in the ranks, the Kane sisters had proven themselves pillars of not just tandem battles, but FAWN as a whole and, judging by the number of cheers rolling their way, there was a strong contingent eager to see them topple the nearly year-long run of...
“And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low red glare of the Star Strider's entrance was augmented by a gout of flame sparking from the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. All at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and those gathered for 'Mania turned their attention to the brightest constellation in the Tag Team Galaxy.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Remember last year?” Lily asked over the manmade cacophony. “We came out first with no gold around our waists. My, my, my, where DOES the time go?”
“Into the best goddamned reign the Tag division's seen in a loooooong time.” Veronica replied. “Can't be thinking about the past right now though, not unless we want this ride to stop sooner than we'd planned.”
“Nah, I'm not ready to get off yet.” Burlingame grinned. “And besides, I've been looking forward to this one for a looooooooong time.”
Treymane brushed a bit of her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson she'd carried from day one. “You and me both. Let's go steal some emeralds, Lily.”
The Star Strider raised an invisible detonator overhead, then brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket a few steps ahead and the Gorgeous Gangster looking slightly perplexed.
For tonight's battle with the former Tag Champs and first ballot Hall of Famers, Lily wore her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the dark blue replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a highly-polished black.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson once the countdown began.
Much as the sisters had done only moments prior, Burlingame and Treymane claimed center stage as their own and offered up a confident pose for their fans, one undoubtedly bolstered by the ten pounds of leather and gold hoisted overhead. This show of force didn't seem to faze the challengers one bit, not that Cosmic Noir sweat their indifference in the slightest. Both of these teams were very, very good, yet only one could claim victory when the match was over and neither duo intended to leave the ring without gold slung over their shoulder.
Champions and challengers alike were still deep in discussion when the bell clanged and neither tandem seemed particularly inclined to send someone forward until their opposition had done the same. After some quiet prodding from Al Carpenter, Lily ventured out for Cosmic Noir while Maeve made the journey on behalf of the Riuil Kanes.
Brunette and redhead approached cautiously and with little fanfare, they'd studied extensive amounts of tape on their foes and neither veteran wanted to start the match with a mistake. Stakes being what they were, the FAWNatics expected the wrestlers to lock-up right away, yet Burlingame extended a fist to Kane and Maeve bumped it with her own before they both settled into a quick, ever-tightening spiral. Raucous cheers when they did come together for a snug Collar & Elbow that soon transitioned to a Maeve-controlled Wristlock on Lil-- the Crimson Comet dropped to one knee, alleviated the torque with a quick tumble, then popped to her feet and bent the redhead's left arm back behind her head with a Top Wristlock.
An unpleasant predicament to be sure, yet Kane only grimaced and locked her hands in an S-Grip to prevent Burlingame from wrenching her left arm any farther. “Startin' off with mat-wrestling are we?” Maeve grunted as she pushed back against the brunette. “Tell me girly, should I take that as an invitation or a taunt?”
“Just want to make sure we're on the same page, Maeve.” Burlingame set her left foot behind the Irishwoman's left heel and surged forward, forcing the challenger to arch backward in a sinuous bridge. “We can fight on the mat or we can take to the skies, I won't complain about either WHOAH!” Kane pushed back against the hold only to drop to the canvas and sling Lily away with improvised Arm Drag! The impact surprised far more than it hurt, but that didn't stop Burlingame from offering Maeve a wary snort when she bounced back to verticality. “Starting with a quick Arm Drag, huh? Guess we're both willing to fight on different fronts.”
“Moira and I mean to have the gold you and Treymane have been hoarding.” Maeve explained as they closed in again. “I'd prefer to grind it out of you on the canvas, but I'm happy to take to the skies if that's what's necessa--”
Lily burst forward, swept the redhead into another clench that quickly flowed into an Arm Wringer from Kane, a Hammerlock from Burlingame and finally a Top Wristlock that belonged to no one in particular. What followed was a sort of technician's Test of Strength as first Lily, then Maeve took turns beeeeeeeeeeending their opponent backward in bridges that ended with the crown of the other wrestler's skull pressed to the mat. Crouched down on one knee next to the awkwardly stretched brunette, Kane jostled Burlingame's snagged arm and murmured, “Better to tap out now, the embarrassment of a quick loss is far better than the lasting agony if I have to catch ya in the Four Leaf Clover.”
“What, you're not getting tired already, are you?” Lucy couldn't see Maeve's face given the current arrangement, but she made sure the redhead heard the smile in her voice. “Sounds like you're worried about gassing out, sweet--”
Kane kicked her legs up into a near headstand that would've ended with her bringing her knees down on the Crimson Comet's hips if Lily hadn't stretched her own stems wide and 'smecked' them around the challenger's waist when she came back down! Maeve landed on her knees which wasn't the most comfortable thing, though it was far more tolerable than the grinding vise of Burlingame's thighs against her ribs. Gritting her teeth, Kane pressed forward on the Wristlock and was pleased to hear the former Lightweight Champion hiss in pain. “My ribs'll last longer than your arm, girly.” Maeve explained as she continued to work the hold. “If ya don't believe me, just sit right there and HHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
“I don't think that's true, babe.” Lily locked her ankles and sent another strong pulse through her stems. “Seems to me you're already starting to sound a little breathNNNGGHHH!”
Maeve abandoned the Wristlock, flattened her right hand into a paddle and startled Burlingame with a quick slap across the face! In that sense it was a resounding success as it scrambled Lily's signals long enough for the redhead to slip her arms around the back of the highflier's head so she could YANK her down into those fulsome, lycra-sheathed curves! Roars of delight from the Kane camp mingled with bellows of concern from the Star Gazers as Maeve gripped her own elbows to put even more pressure on the Front Sleeper.
“YEAH, PUT HER TO SLEEP, MAEVE!” Moira shouted from the challenger's corner.
“Don't panic, Lily, you've got this!” 'Ronnie countered from the opposite side of the ring. “Just keep squeezing her ribs, you'll make her let go!”
Maeve heard this, scoffed, and made a point of aggressively scrubbing the champ's protesting features against her smothering breasts! “Scissors aren't helping much now, are they?” Kane planted a smooch on the crown of Burlingame's skull, then dug in with her chin for good measure. “Should've kept to the floor routine, rich girl. It's the only chance you haNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame tucked into the redhead's ribs with several right hands! Maeve soaked it up with little more than a grimace, though the expression curdled to an outright snarl when Lily crooked her other hand into a spade and clamped down on the soft flesh just above Kane's right hip. Forced to concede that the Star Strider wasn't quite ready for nap time quite yet, Maeve released her elbows so she could grab a double fistful of Lily's dark hair and yank her head back and forth! This earned a protesting squeal from the heiress and a cheeky smirk from the Irishwoman, at least until the former Cherry Bomb sank her teeth into the crushing decolletage of the latter! Maeve released with a shriek, realized she was still mired in the other wrestler's Scissors and decided to pound away at Burlingame's tummy until—THERE!
Lily unlocked her ankles and they tumbled in opposite directions, each breathing hard albeit for very different reasons. Kane proved a half step ahead in rising (probably because she'd suffered no oxygen deprivation) and shot at Burlingame with her right arm extended for a scythe-like ClothesliNO! Lily threw herself backward, landed on her shoulders and kipped up to boot-leather in the blink of an eye! The nimble escape meant Maeve's back was turned so the Crimson Comet pointed a shoulder in her direction, then hopped forward and-- Kane saw the Super Kick coming and immediately took a giant step backward to pull herself out of range.
“You're a slick one, Lily Burlingame.” Maeve admitted as she took a moment to adjust the scooped neckline of her fightin' green one-piece. “But no one's slick enough to get away with tryin' ta take a bite outta me.”
“Maybe you should watch where you're putting your girls, Maeve.” Burlingame kept a safe distance as she'd noted the redhead slowly inching toward the Kane's corner. “Sticking 'em where they're not wanted is a good way to get hurt.”
“Oh, I think you want 'em.” the redhead smirked. “Ya just haven't been properly introduced yet. Soon though, girly. Real soon.” On that sly promise the elder Kane sister stepped into the buckles and offered her hand to Moira, who tagged in at once.
“I'm happy ta fight you too, little girl.” the svelte blonde noted after she'd hopped over the top rope. “But just this once I'm gonna give ya a free pass ta call on the heater ya got lurking on the apron.”
Burlingame was tempted to turn her down flat, she'd faced far greater height disparities in her time defending the Tag Titles, buuuuuuuuuut she didn't want to hog all the Kane crumpling for herself and 'Ronnie no doubt wanted a shot at the younger Kane sister. “Just this once,” the heiress backpedaled into the champ's side of town, “I'll give you a pass for calling me little girl.”
Moira replied with an 'I weep for you' smirk that transformed into an eager grin when Burlingame clapped Treymane into the bout. “C'mon, tuff girl!” Kane clapped her hands and beckoned the other blonde forward even as she settled into a tense crouch. “Let's see what kinda fight you brought to this da--”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse swept Kane into a Collar & Elbow, but where Maeve and Lily had used the clench as a gateway to all sorts of different options, Moira and Veronica were happy to push and shove, each blonde driving their foe back a few steps before they gained enough traction to stop and reclaim what that'd ceded. The stalemate didn't frustrate either woman, indeed it spurred them to pour on such power that they went up on tiptoe, their tummies barely a whisper apart save for the moments they came together with an audible 'smeck'. But even this increased grinding proved indecis-- Moira moved her hand from 'Ronnie's shoulder to her mouth, the challenger brazenly scrubbing the heel of her palm against the American's lips as roughly as she could!
Treymane didn't care for this, as you might imagine, so she put her own hand against the challenger's jaw but rather than scrub she simply puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed Kane's head back at an increasingly awkward angle. Moira gnashed her teeth, but she made no complaint to Al Carpenter. Instead she filled her other hand with Treymane's long locks and pulled as hard as she could! “Not just gonna let me pull yer hair out, are ya?” she chided the growling blonde. “A bad ol' dame like you would surely never allow such a th--”
The Magnificent Moll answered in kind and was pleased to hear the sharp intake of her foe's breath. With Kane's palm still mooshing her mouth, Veronica couldn't answer with words so she made a point to wrap a few lengths of Moira's golden curls around her fingers before tugging that much harder! Kane pulled just as hard and now it was a full on contest, or it would've been if Al Carpenter hadn't scurried over to the action and called out, “Enough with the hair pulling, ladies! I want a clean break this instant, ok?”
The eye contact between blondes suggested no peaceable resolution was forthcoming, so Al sighed and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Kane and Treymane let loose simultaneously, two sets of hands rising to shoulder level to confirm their (begrudging) compliance with the rul--CRACK! Moira tagged 'Ronnie's mouth with a Bitch Slap on general principle but she didn't even have time to enjoy the surprise on the American's face before Veronica CRACKED her right back!
While loathe to allow such blatant disrespect from any adversary, the younger Kane wasn't interested in having her fun impeded by an overzealous zebra, so rather than answer with a harder slap, she feigned the shot, then slipped that arm around the back of Veronica's noggin and yanked her down into a Standing Side Headlock! “How're my togs lookin' tonight, 'Ronnie?” Kane chirped as she grrrrrroooouund the champ's temple against the point of her right hip. “Nice, right? I think they'll look even better accessorized with a little go--”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pressed a hand to the small of Moira's back, surged forward and then pushed as hard as she could to send the Irishwoman trundling into the ro—NO! Kane dug in her heels and bore down on the Headlock, almost forcing Treymane to one knee in the process! “Too strong!” Moira hopped / stomped in place, the brawny blonde using her own considerable to strength to gnash and grind Veronica's skull with the simple hold. “Wan'cher little head back, girly? You're gonna have to trade me some gold, firsWHOAH!”
'Ronnie couldn't shove Moira away so instead she cinched her arms around the other wrestler's waist and hoisted Kane up onto her right shoulder! “Get down from there, Moira!” Maeve shouted to her sister over the cheers of the crowd. “Don't let her toss you ar--” The Dangerous Dame could've laid out and planted Kane on the back of her head and shoulders, so there was a bit of confusion among the FAWNatics (as well as the challengers) when she stomped over to the ropes and set Moira down on the narrow ledge of apron. Doing so brought Carpenter over to enforce the break and Kane did break her grip, though she waited to 'FOUR!' because she hadn't much cared for the showy way Treymane had walked her to the strands.
“Think you're pretty cute, is that it?” Moira's green eyes tossed sparks as Treymane squared up on her after rising to her full height.
The former World Champion's face carried an ugly flush after the Headlock, but she made no effort to give Kane her space. “I think I reminded you what you're up against tonight.” she huffed. “Next time you forget the reminder won't be so ni--”
Moira grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and reared back for a Forearm Smash only to reel in place when Treymane caught her between the eyes with a Headbutt! Kane shuddered without going down, so Veronica piled on a pair of her own Forearm Smashes, then climbed onto the second rope and helped herself to a Front Facelock. “Break 'em up!” Maeve barked to Carpenter even as the Gorgeous Gangster slung Moira's near arm across her shoulders. “Dammit Algernon, the break is for both of th--” 'OOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled when Treymane dipped her knees and muscled Moira up overhead before dropping backward to THAWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a gorgeous Deadlift Vertical Suplex!
2nd ROPE DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNYGniDONwY
Kane bounced on impact and sat up like the mat was electrified, one hand flying to the small of her back while the other beat against the canvas. Behind her, Veronica spun to one knee, grabbed hold of the challenger's shoulders and stretched her out flat. No pin attempt in the offing, rather the big blonde popped to boot leather and ran the ropes to ensure she had a good head of steam when she came back and took to the skies, all the better to drop the full weight of her right thigh down across the Irishwoman's throat!
RUNNING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efkFfVt8UxE
Moira shuddered and turned to one side to defend against a pin only to groan in protest when 'Ronnie pulled her right back. Still no pin though, she just wanted to make sure Kane was looking up at the lights when she set out for her second trip to the ropes in less than a minute. This verse proved no less painful than the first with the Dangerous Dame shooting skyward only to stretch out and come down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down on Kane in a Big Splash! Moira's legs popped up on impact and 'Ronnie collected them both so she could segue into a snug Back Press that pointed the other blonde's rump into the rafters for the count of...
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYrLFj9rDiY
ONE...
TWO...
Moira kicked out a whisper after 'TWO!', the tag team veteran far from finished despite the recent flurry of offense. This emphatic denial should've pleased Maeve for longer than it did, alas, she'd barely begun to applaud her sister's resilience when Veronica scrambled to verticality and delivered a heavy Elbow Drop to the small of the younger Kane's back! To make matters worse, the Pinstripe Powerhouse snatched hold of Moira's left wrist and stretched that arm out so she could thread it between her thighs in a deft Scissors. In the next instant she hunched over Moira's back, dipped under the prone blonde's right arm and then locked her hands so she could wreeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnch backward on the Noirevoir!
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNF_3lzRpGU
“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Kane shrieked to the heavens, her legs scrambling and scraping on the mat as she fought for purchase.
“Whadda ya say, Moira?” Al had set down on one knee beside the action. “Need me to call it? Just say the word if you can't contin--”
“Fuck off!” Moira shouted. “This prissy little yoga hold isn't gonna tap me GRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Treymane halved her control over the challenger's right arm so she could drive the tip of one elbow down into Kane's flank no less than half a dozen times! “Talk nice about my submission game, Daisy.” 'Ronnie warned after she'd knotted her hands again. “Otherwise you'll end up screaming a whole lot loudNNNNGGHHH!”
Maeve Kane had no doubt her sister could've escaped the stretch given enough time, but the redhead wasn't inclined to stand around and watch the punishment pile up so she slipped through the ropes and sprinted over to the action to deliver a well-placed Stomp to the pit of the champion's left knee!
“HEY!” Burlingame vaulted over the strands and went straight at the meddling Kane with a Knife-Edge Chop that CRACKED off her chest! Maeve took it with a snarl, honed in on Lily and answered with an identical shot to kick off a vicious contest that saw the veterans trying their damndest to Chop her opponent's girls right outta her top!
This welt-raising, wince-inducing battle changed tactics when Kane's latest effort sent Burlingame backpedaling into the rubber-coated steel, her arms draped heavily over the topmost. Smiling at the prospect of easy prey, Maeve rushed in and--“OOFFHH!” The Crimson Comet drew both knees up to her chest and unleashed another heavy shot to Kane's curves with a Mule Kick that sent the redhead stumbling toward the center of the ring.
Just like that Lily rushed forward and took to the skies, the former Lightweight Champion twisting to one side in mid-air to-- Maeve dropped out of the way, leaving Burlingame to soar into the airspace of none other than a freshly risen Veronica Treymane! Give the Dame credit, she simply spread her arms wide and plucked Lily out of the way to divert what could've otherwise been a calamitous collision. Oe perhaps I spoke to soon because 'Ronnie was still taking stock of the situation when Moira rushed up on her six and grabbed hold of a Waistlock. Fists digging into the American's belly, Kane dropped into a deep crouch, then hoisted up and back to THAWHAM Treymane down with a German Suplex while Lily was hurled all the way across the ring with an accidental Fall Away Slam!
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2Kkm9vgrLs
“Beautiful!” Maeve couldn't lend any actual assistance to the younger Kane as she was currently being shooed to their corner by the irritated Al Carpenter, but that didn't stop her from offering a round of boisterous applause. “Beat her into the dirt, Moira! Show these two candy-asses we aren't playing around!”
Moira was happy to follow this directive and since the zebra was otherwise occupied she was just as happy to crook her fingers into talons and draaaaaaaaaaaaaag them down Treymane's mostly bare back! “I never imagined you as World Champion material.” Kane scoffed as she repeated the savage scoring two and three more times. “Now I know why, you're just too damned soft!”
“Guuuhhhh... gonna put your head through the mat, Daisy.” Veronica growled as she fought to all fours. “We'll see what you think theNOOOOWWWW BITCH!”
Never one to miss an opportunity at petty meanness, Moira snatched a double handful of the champ's pinstripe togs and yanked them up as high as she could! The wedgie forced Treymane to a mincing sort of verticality, one that meant she couldn't muster any real defense when the Irishwoman laid claim to her left wrist. Pivoting so her back was pointed toward the challenger's corner, Kane took a step back, dropped a shoulder and jerked 'Ronnie into what might've been a pretty powerful Bear Hug if the Galway Goddess hadn't taken her up and around, Moira dropping down to land atop the taller blonde which meant Treymane was SMASHED between the challenger and the deck with a massive Belly to Belly Suplex!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfKzbIWxgIA
Al had just turned away from the elder Kane, so Moira hooked the far leg and drew it up in a tight cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
'Ronnie shot a shoulder into the air to ensure the challengers understood this war was far from over. The prospect pleased Moira to no end as she wasn't close to finished with the Dangerous Dame, yet good strategy told her to split the task with her sister so she helped herself to a double handful of Treymane's hair and scraped her off the deck. In the next instant she doubled over, stuffed a shoulder into the champ's gut and wrapped both arms around her upper thighs so she could hoist Veronica over said shoulder like a sack of laundry.
“This hard case thinks she's real tuff.” Moira smirked to Maeve as she pointed herself at the Kane's corner.
“Guess we need to soften her up then, yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” Moira charged, went low and drove Treymane's back into the buckles with a low, unpleasant BWUNG! She held the other blonde there long enough for Maeve to make a tag, then she pulled Veronica out, muscled her back onto her shoulder and pivoted around to THWHAM her to the deck with a makeshift Spinebuster! Moira couldn't try for a pin of course, but she knew how to maximize the seconds she had left so she collected Treymane's shins under her armpits and turned her onto her stomach to settle down in a Boston Crab that had the former World Champion groaning in agony! “Oh fine ya big baby, if you can't handle the whole thing, try half strength!” She tossed Treymane's right leg down so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank[/b] all the way back on the left.
HALF BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgoK3cNgHDI
This shift really didn't do a damned thing to better 'Ronnie's situation and in fact it got considerably worse when Maeve, who'd quietly climbed to the top turnbuckle, leapt from her perch and STOMPED down on the back of Treymane's right thigh! Moira broke her hold as soon as the Stomp landed and vacated the squared circle without complaint, thus ensuring Al Carpenter would have no reason to delay the count when Maeve shoveled Veronica onto her back and folded her up for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Magnificent Moll's kick out was emphatic as before, though Kane was quick to note it came a half second slower than her previous effort. “Not nearly so big when you're down here on the mat, huh 'Ronnie? You're gonna feel even smaller once I tap you out in the middle of the NNGGHH!”
Treymane sat up and cudgeled a shot into the redhead's chest, so Maeve grabbed a handful of hair and peppered her face with Forearm Smashes! Treating Al to a sneer when he warned her about the hair, Kane took hold of her foe's ears instead and used the grip to force her upright. Once there she doled out a single European Uppercut to keep Veronica off balance while she dipped down and grabbed hold of the big blonde's right ankle. Lifting it off the mat, Maeve made a point of flipping the American off before she laid out on her hip and slung Treymane back to the canvas with a knee-wrenching Dragon Screw! Still in possession of that aching limb, Kane stood up and offered Lily the same one finger salute even as she was planting a foot on downed blonde's left ankle. Then she hunkered down and dropped backward, landing flat to put even more strain on Veronica's right leg!
DRAGON SCREW & LEG SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAmlElKucno
The Pinstripe Powerhouse groaned and rolled to a seat with that aching knee drawn up close to her chest, a position that made it quite easy for Maeve to deliver a Knife-Edge Chop across the nape of her neck. That got the blonde over to all fours, so Kane grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her into a Front Facelock before slinging the near arm across her shoulders. Once that was done she bent down, slipped an arm around the back of Treymane's right leg and-- cheers from the Star Gazers when 'Ronnie started stuffing punches into the challenger's ribs. Kane grimaced, answered with a few shots to the American's lower back, but ultimately abandoned everything but her control over Treymane's right leg. Stretching the limb out so 'Ronnie's ankle was snug against her left hip, Kane hammered some punches down on the Gangster's knee before slinging her into a face-down collision with the canvas! Just like that Maeve stepped over and dropped down full force, the redheaded submission specialist trapping Treymane's lower leg between her thighs to put severe pressure on that knee while securing a S-grip across Veronica's jaw.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-nKc3zI7KI
“SUBMIT!”Maeve barked as she poured it on with the STF. “Tap that mat, big girl! There's nowhere for you to go!”
Al didn't quite believe that, but he'd seen Kane stretch enough ladies to not doubt it either. Thus he hunkered down beside the action to get a better assessment of the situation. “What do you say, Veronica? Can you continue?”
“Goddamned right.” Treymane had hold of the Irishwoman's wrists and was working to prize them apart. “I'm not going anywherRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Maeve jounced the hold and worked her hands back and forth, scrubbing them across the champ's pained features. “That's right, you're not going anywhere.” the redhead purred. “Not until you bend the knee to the Riuil Kanes, bitch.” In terms of simple physicality Maeve had already accomplished this goal, as Veronica's right leg was wrenched at an awkward angle and her neck wasn't faring much better. Yet the Magnificent Moll's will remained unbowed even as the elder Kane continued to rip and tear.
Shaking her head 'no' to prevent any questions from Carpenter for at least a few seconds, Treymane halved her grip so she could crook her right arm into a tire iron that she promptly smashed down on Maeve's right forearm and wrist almost half a dozen times! Snarling at this brazen defiance of her wishes, Kane abruptly snatched a handful of hair and yanked Treymane's head back so she could cuff her across the jaw with a few swooping Forearm Smashes of her own. Then she looped that arm around the Dangerous Dame's exposed throat and squeezed even tighter.
“Think you're too strong to tap out, tuff girl?” Maeve hissed down at the struggling grappler. “That's what they all think until I really get my hooks in dee--”
Treymane hadn't had much luck breaking loose of Maeve's clutches so she set both elbows against the mat and began to draaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the ropes.
“Stretch her out, Maeve!” Moira shouted from the ramparts of Castle Kane. “Don't let that punk reach the ropes!”
“You got this, 'Ronnie!” Lily countered from the far side of the ring. “She can't stop you, I've seen you carry backpacks bigger than that brat!”
That comment earned her an ugly look from the redhead, though Kane's attention quickly returned to the Gorgeous Gangster as she drew ever closer to freedom. Aware that she only had a few seconds to figure out her next move, Kane abruptly released the Sleeper grip so she could RAKE her nails across Treymane's eyes!
The infraction brought immediate protests from the official, the Star Gazers and of course Lily, but Maeve didn't give a damn because she'd already abandoned the STF and was scraping 'Ronnie off the mat so she could draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Noting the remnants of her younger sister's earlier work, Maeve casually dragged her nails up the blonde's back, then grabbed a double handful of pinstriped trunks and yanked 'em that much higher! Favoring Burlingame with a kiss even as her partner wailed to high heaven, Kane switched over to a Waistlock and boosted NO! Treymane kicked her legs and set back down, thwarting the Piledriver. Maeve scowled, tried again and was rebuffed in identical fashion. “Ok girly, you want to do this the hard way?” Kane broke her grip and went back to the Destroyer's waistband. “We can do it the hard WHOOAAAAAHH!”
Whatever path Veronica chose, it entailed standing up straight without escaping the Headscissors, which meant Maeve ended up draped down the blonde's six just like one of those backpacks Lily had so recently mentioned. Soon as she was upright the Pinstripe Powerhouse snapped forward and down, whipping the startled Irishwoman off her back and onto the canvas with a shivering THUD!
ALABAMA SLAM @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTjVIqNmNKM
The Alabama Slam left Kane stretched out flat but rather than try for a pin she somersaulted over the redhead and got back to her feet with Maeve in the same position she'd endured moments prior. Releasing her hold on the veteran's right leg so she could grab hold of her hair, 'Ronnie looped that arm around the back of Maeve's neck and bundled her up nice and tight for the quick walk over to Cosmic Noir's corner. She didn't have a hand free so Lily made the tag instead, the Maroon Meteor swatting her partner's shoulder as soon as she was within reach! Once the tag was noted Treymane went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the back of Maeve's neck against the brawny expanse of her right thigh!
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elKbLhi4cso
Kane hit the mat like she'd been poleaxed but 'Ronnie didn't attempt to pile on or assist with a double team, rather she turned her attention to the far corner, where Moira was already through the ropes and heading her way. As for Lily she sprang to the top turnbuckle and twisted around mid-ascent so she came down in a crouch facing the crowd. A single glance over her shoulder confirmed that Maeve was down and Moira was at least temporarily contained so she sprang out into the void, the Star Strider vaulting through a gorgeous back-flip that brought her THWHAMMING down atop Maeve's tummy! The Moonsault landed flush and Burlingame hooked the far leg, drawing it nice and tight while Carpenter counted off...
MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAU4ydIs0MI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Maeve kicked out on her own accord though it wasn't for lack of trying from her sister, as the younger Kane had rushed in and engaged the other blonde in a scrum that looked more at home on a rugby pitch. Burlingame didn't waste any energy trying to protest the count as Al had already diverted his attention to 'Ronnie and Moira, who were slugging away harder than ever.
“Figured it was gonna take more to take you out anyway.” the Star Strider admitted as she filled her hands with the challenger's coppery locks. “Good thing I've got plenty more to give.”
“Wuuuhhhh... won't be enough.” Maeve wanted to sound more confident, but the back to back delivery of Neckbreaker and Moonsault had rendered her quite unsteady. “You're not a wrestler, rich girl, never have been. You're just a gymnast with some pretty HHHRRGGHHH!”
Lily slipped an arm between the elder Kane's thighs, then scooped Maeve onto her shoulder not for a Body Slam, but to step forward and wedge her in upside down against the champs' corner. A quick bit of work knotted Kane's lower legs beneath the top turnbuckle and left the veteran hanging from the Tree of Woe. “Not a wrestler, huh?” Burlingame didn't pause to wait for a reaction, she just pivoted a shoulder toward the redhead and hopped forward to THWHACK a sawed-off Super Kick into the pit of Maeve's stomach. “Well, you can call me whatever you want if it makes you feel better about losing. Oh hey, I saw what you did to 'Ronnie. It wasn't nice.” Kane was still wheezing from the kick when the heiress reached forward, grabbed a handful of that green one-piece and tugged down to inflict a vicious inverted wedgie on the dangling challenger!
“BITCH!” Kane wailed in distress, her hands flying to the juncture of her thighs to deal with the callous slight. Lucy paid her no mind, rather she hopped over the ropes to the apron, then sprang to the top turnbuckle in a single bound. Straightening to her full height as the crowd rose to their feet, Burlingame took a moment to confirm that Veronica and Moira were still smashing each other to bits, though Al had confined them to the opposite corner and was even now doing his damndest to break them apart.
“Worked over her knees pretty good too. That wasn't very nice of you.” Burlingame repaid those painful attacks on her partner with several quick stomps to Kane's left knee, which was still wedged in place by the Tree of Woe! Maeve groaned and shouted for a break, but her calls went unanswered and when Lily switched over to pulverizing her right knee she was forced to curl up and grab the top rope in hopes of finding a way to knock the brat off her per-- Lily leapt straight up, brought her knees to chest level, then kicked down full force to STOMP on Maeve's chest with every bit of her hundred and ten pounds! The force of it blasted Kane out of the tree, the back of her head and shoulders striking the mat with an ominous THUD that was almost overshadowed by the roar of the FAWNatics.
TREE OF WOE DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOOWS9-8Edg
Rolled back onto her knees in a slow motion somersault, Maeve pitched forward and would've slopped over onto one side if Burlingame hadn't snagged her under the armpits and hauled her upright. In the next instant she had Maeve's arms pinned overhead with a Full Nelson, then she dipped low and popped her hips to take the redhead up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a Dragon Suplex straight out of the Rainmaker's playbook!
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBDwX96fa10
Lily bridged up on her toes to keep Kane glued in place but she didn't hear Carpenter start to count. Spitting something unprintable as she remembered the all blonde fracas on the other side of the ring, she continued to hold the bridge in hopes that someone would get the poor dope's attention. What felt like an eternity to Burlingame in reality wasn't more than a few heartbeats. Al had just returned Moira to her corner and ushered Veronica through a neutral set of strands when a bellow from the crowd turned his attention to center ring. Spotting Maeve's shoulders glued to the deck, the lanky official dove across the ring to land beside his charges and count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Moira dove just like Al did, but where the ref landed beside the action, the younger Kane sister came down atop it, across Lily's bridged belly, to be more accurate! “Snot-nosed little punk!” the blonde snarled as she filled her hands with Burlingame's hair and scraped her off the canvas. “You're not gonna take this from uSSSNGGH!”
Treymane, who hadn't even made it back to her corner when Moira broke the pin, slid under the bottom rope and immediately laid into the Irishwoman hammer and tongs! “Big sis never taught you any manners, huh Daisy?” 'Ronnie snarked at the other blonde as she marched her into the ropes. “Looks like I'll have to do it myself!” She grabbed hold of Kane's wrist, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send her into the ropes with an Irish WhNO!
Moira dug in her heels, reversed the momentum and sent the Dangerous Dame in her place! 'Ronnie left and came back faster than ever, though not so fast that Kane couldn't leap frog over her approach. “Too slow, bitch!” Treymane heard her and didn't appreciate it, as evidenced by her second pass which was even faster than the first. Determined to make the challenger suffer for her interference, the former World Champion went low, pushed off her back foot and launched herself with a Spe-- Moira twisted aside at the last instant to avoid the gut-skewering Spear, alas the same could not be said for Maeve, who'd barely regained verticality after her fracas with the Crimson Comet!
“DAMMIT!” Moira juked around the increasingly frazzled Al Carpenter to catch Treymane with a Toe Kick to the gut as she pushed offa the glassy-eyed redhead. Securing the Front Facelock immediately thereafter, the big blonde powerhouse laid out and THWHUNKED the Gorgeous Gangster's forehead into the deck with a massive DDT!
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYf7iXSwNh4
“Jesus Moira, would you get the hell back to your corner!?” the ref barked as the younger Kane got to her feet and brushed some invisible dust onto the sprawled American. “If I can't get this under control I'll throw the whole damned thing out! See if I--” Al heard footsteps pattering up behind him and he got the hell out of Dodge, good thing too as Lily Burlingame pounced on Moira with a flurry of punches that rocked the Galway Goddess back on her he-- Moira shoved Lily off, stunned her with a hard SLAP, then dipped down and hooked her behind the right leg while also curling her right arm around the lightweight's left shoulder. Trap sprung, she muscled Burlingame into the air, then hurled her forward and down while dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Lily to the deck with a gorgeous Sit-Out Spinebuster!
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB6ixrSVUkM
The whole ring shivered and Kane instinctively wrapped her arms around the heiress' thighs before she pushed her away instead. “I'm going, I'm going!” Maeve snapped to Carpenter once she was vertical. “But I'm taking her with me.” The ref thought she meant Lily, but Moira caught Maeve by the wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her over to the Kane's corner. Once there, she slipped through the strands, grabbed the tag rope and leaned down to swat her older sister on the shoulder! “Happy?” she called to the ref over the noise of the crowd.
No one could call the expression on Carpenter's face happy, but he at least looked satisfied, not that Kane gave a damn either way. Soon as she was legal the blonde hopped over the ropes and went straight for Treymane, who'd made it to all fours a few moments prior. Snagging her by trunks and tresses, Moira rushed to a neutral side of the squared circle and pitched 'Ronnie through the gap between the top and middle ropes. No acrobatic escape for the dazed Destroyer, she hit the floor in a heap, thus ensuring Moira and Lily some quality time together.
“Just you and me now, tiny.” Moira stomped over to Burlingame, grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged her to her hands and knees so she could THWUMP a few Overhand Forearm Smashes down across her shoulders. “Maeve's outta commission for the moment and 'Ronnie's kissing the floor on the outside, so you know what that means?” She muscled Lily to boot-leather and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. “Means it's gonna be all your fault when you ladies go trudging up the aisle without those titles around your waist.” Burlingame grunted something that might've been a rebuttal, not that Kane was listening. She'd already delivered a second and third Kneelift, the blonde alternating between left and right to batter every bit of oxygen from her foe's lungs.
Lily held up longer than she would've expected, but eventually the Maroon Meteor crumpled to her knees. She would've stayed there quite a bit longer if Moira hadn't lifted her back to verticality. This return proved short-lived as Kane took to the skies (showing some impressive ups of her own) and came down flat on her butt to THWONK the Crimson Comet's noggin against the mat with a perfect Sit-Out Facebuster!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3vme9-ZrYA
Lily bounced hard but didn't tumble onto her back so Moira shot a Half Nelson and did it for her. Kneeling above the brunette's defenseless head, a smirking Kane made a show of 'flicking' her togs into place before she slid forward and sat on Burlingame's face! Lily began to thrash at once, the stifled Strider rocking from side to side in an attempt to push free or at least keep a shoulder off the mat. The former was a failure, the latter a success, at least for the moment. The FAWNatics cheered her efforts heartily, though many of them wondered why the brunette didn't use her legs to greater effect. Moira knew why of course, the little speedball and clearly been studying tape and even in her woozy state understood that giving her legs to the Irishwoman meant an end to their reign. Kane was patient however, she wiggled her hips, preened for the cheers (of which there were plenty) and eventually began pounding punches into the American's stomach. Even then Burlingame fought to keep her legs down, answering Moira's strikes by snatching at her wrists and thrashing all the more-- “MMMRRRPPPHHHH!”
The younger Kane curled her hand into a claw, reached down and clamped onto the center of the champ's starry briefs! “That's right, girly.” Moira snickered. “Gimme those scrawny little legs!”
Lily couldn't help but comply, she raised her knees to defend against the eye-watering tactic, but Kane abandoned it as quickly as she'd applied it to hook the brunette behind the calves. A full fledged Reverse Matchbook lasted just long enough for the Irish blonde to slide her hooks from Burlingame's thighs to her ankles, then she wreeeeeeeeeeeeenched them apart in an agonizing 'V' that had Lily and the FAWNatics screaming for very different reasons.
“You're finished now, little girl.” Kane was all smug smiles and twinkling eyes now that the Emerald Ire was locked in tight. She didn't keep the pressure steady, rather she worked Burlingame's legs like a woman on a rowing machine, regularly opening and closing 'em to put more and more stress on the lightweight's hamstrings and inner thighs.
Engulfed in Galway glutes, the Star Strider couldn't help but mewl and whine as Moira's regular bouncing and flexing made it even harder to breathe, let alone focus on the anguish in her legs. “NNUUUHHH... NOOOMMMPPHHH!” she burbled to Al Carpenter after maybe ten seconds in the excruciating hold.
“Ya sure about that, rich girl?” Moira wiggled her buns to emphasize the point. “I can hear the seams in your togs starting to strain, I think they're gonna split up the middle any second. Or maybe that's your scrawny legs I'm hearRRRGGGHHHHH oh, I don't think so!”
Aware that she couldn't fight this agony for much longer, Burlingame stopped swatting at Kane's back and instead grabbed a huge double fistful of the challenger's bottoms and yanked up as hard as she could! The wedgie was more painful than effective, as Moira refused to relinquish the Wishbone and she only rose up by a couple inches to alleviate the sting of her foe's trunk work. Or perhaps I spoke too soon, because as the big blonde went to reset her perch Lily raised her head and chomped down on one encroaching cheek!
The surprise jolt freed Burlingame's stems and though they'd taken some serious punishment, they still contained enough strength snap shut around the challenger's waist. Just like that she popped her hips and rolled forwardto thrust Kane down into an impromptu Facebuster that THUMPED her forehead and chest against the deck!
Scrambling to verticality with an obvious hitch in her giddyup despite the welcoming surge of adrenaline, Lily turned to the Cosmic Noir corner and was distressed to realize 'Ronnie was still down on the floor. Behind her, Moira hurried to her feet and growled, “Nowhere to run, even if you could, bitch.”
Burlingame offered her a weary smile and a 'bring it' sorta finger curl. “Still gotta catch me first, flatfoot.”
The challenge was barely out of her mouth when Kane broke into a flat out sprint! The Maroon Meteor was in no condition to outrun her adversary, but just when it looked like Moira would mow her down she lunged to one side and laid out on her stomach while simultaneously flicking her legs between the blonde's ankles! Unprepared for the Drop Toehold, Moira pitched forward and landed throat-first on the second strand with a low, malevolent TWANG! This was followed by a rousing cheer from those assembled, one Lily almost joined in on when she saw Treymane clamber onto the apron and grab hold of the tag rope.
“Oh thank God.” Burlingame trudged over and tagged in the Dangerous Dame. “Get up high, I'll set the table for ya.”
“Can do. You ok?”
“Nothing an ice bath won't fix.”
No more wasted breath after that, Burlingame backed up to the middle of the ring but didn't go any farther because she saw Maeve was back in the challenger's corner. Gritting her teeth over the hurt to come, Lily exploded forward, hopped up and raced up Moira's back like a ramp before she twisted sideways and dropped down to SMECK her right thigh across the back of Kane's head in a nasty Guillotine Leg Drop!
Already breathless, Moira bounced out of the strands gagging and retching, the breathless veteran fighting to boot-leather with no thought other than to reach the friendlier side of the squared circle. This proved a disastrous mistake as it meant she never saw Treymane spring off the second turnbuckle, the former World Champion catching Kane in a loose Side Headlock an instant before she dropped to her butt and THWHAMMED the challenger's face against the mat courtesy a Diving Bulldog!
DIVING BULLDOG @ 00:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ioyZEKdiyg
Moira bounced to her knees and started to pitch forward only to have her secondary descent interrupted when 'Ronnie snatched a big handful of hair. Dragging the woozy challenger to her feet, Treymane wedged Kane's noggin beneath her right arm, then slipped her own arms beneath the Irishwoman's biceps to secure a Double Underhook. The crowd sensed a Daisy Cutter or a Gangster's Paradise en route and Maeve did too, because rather than sit around and watch her little sis take some more offense, she slipped through the ropes and charged the Dangerous Da--'OOOOOOOOHHHHH!' from those assembled when Treymane hunkered over, jabbed a shoulder into the redhead's gut and straightened up to sling her into the lights with a Back Body Drop!
Relieved the solid shiver that raced through the canvas when Maeve returned to Terra Firma, Veronica 'hupped' Moira off the mat so her legs draped around the champ's waist in a loose Scissors. Smiling as the cheers grew louder, Treymane sank into a deep crouch, then shot up on her heels and let Moira stretch out full length before she twisted over and laid out flat to PLANT the other blonde on the back of her head and shoulders with Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_oC-j_aHYw
Right about the time Moira was pooling out on her back in glassy eyed sprawl, Lily flitted through the ropes and rushed over to help herself to Maeve's ankles. “What're you doing, 'Lil?” Carpenter asked even as the Star Strider trapped the redhead's boots under her armpits. “You're not legal!”
“Neither is she, that's why I'm going to make sure she can't interfere!”
On that she dipped down and rolled Maeve onto her tummy just so she could step over and settle down into a deep squat. No basic Boston Crab this, however. Lily reached down and slapped at Kane's flanks until the veteran was forced to defend, which in turn let the heiress grab hold of her wrists. “AAARRRHHHHHHH LEGGGOOO DAMN YOU!” Maeve shrieked when Burlingame stood up and muscled the technician off the mat in an agonizing Reverse Pendulum Swing!
REVERSE PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=acZlAARxvyM
As for the legal halves of these warring duos, Veronica got to her feet, shoveled Moira onto her tummy, then moved into position at her opponent's head. “Saw what you did to Lily earlier, Daisy.” Treymane stepped over the other blonde's biceps so her heels were nestled in the hollows of Kane's armpits, “Think that means it's time to dust off a favorite to teach you some manners.”
Bending over, the Gorgeous Gangster took hold of Moira's wrists and quickly folded both arms around her ankles in what was essentially a Double Hammerlock. Once that awkward application was in place, she dropped to her butt, sitting mere inches above her foe’s noggin. Kane started to thrash then, the simple joint-locks putting considerable strain on both shoulders, though she was still too stunned by recent events to do much more than squirm from side to side. Pausing for just a moment to applaud Lily's work on the elder Kane sister, Treymane rolled left, a shift that turned both women onto their stomachs. That didn't cause much strain at all until 'Ronnie pushed back onto her knees, forcing her ass against the back of Moira's head and neck with quite a bit of force. Treymane put her hands on her knees and grinned at some fans in the front row.
“Got that cell ready, people? We've got some new arrivals at the Pinstripe Penitentiary!”
The Star Gazers assured her the accommodations were set, so Treymane leaned back and hooked an arm under Kane's right knee before repeating the process on the left. Once that was done she leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward until her forehead was barely six inches from the mat. In doing so she took all the pressure of Kane's neck and placed it on her spine while also wrenching her legs apart with a vindictive Wishbone!
“AAAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Moira wailed as she was contorted by the hellacious Touch of Evil.
TOUCH OF EVIL:
“Hear that, baby?” Lily tightened her grip and rocked Maeve that much harder. “'Ronnie's got your sister now, no one's coming to bust you out!”
“FUCK YOU!” Kane barked as she fought to free her wrists. “Moira's tuffer than that creampuffFAAAOOOOOHHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Lily poured it on while Veronica did the same, the Magnificent Moll taking a page from Moira's own book by pulling her legs open and closed over and over again. “Submit!” Treymane demanded of the suffering blonde. “Or I'll snap you in half AND get a wish in the proce--”
“KISS MY ARSSSOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHD! OH YOU NASTY BITCH I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Veronica, who'd tossed away the challenger's right leg so she could affix a claw to the center of her trunks, kept on squeezing until the bell sounded and the Announcer called, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNERS VIA SUBMISSION AND STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... COSMIC NOIR!”
Treymane let loose and Burlingame did the same, the victorious friends coming together for a huge hug amidst the smoldering Kane wreckage. “One year!” Lily gaped after Carpenter handed over the gold. “It took so damned long to get these, but they're still here one freakin' year later!”
“Damned right they are.” Treymane huffed. “And they're not going anywhere. The rest of the locker room is great, but we're playing on a different level these days.”
“From Mania to Mania, baby.” Lily slung her belt over one shoulder and placed a foot atop Maeve's hip for a suitable Gladiatrix shot.
“From 'And New' to 'And Still!'” 'Ronnie put a boot on Moira's tummy and hoisted her gold two handed.
T'was an excellent shot indeed, one that the cameras lingered upon for several seconds before cutting to a hype package detailing the history between Becky Clayton and Dayna Erza.
MAEVE KANE:
MOIRA KANE:
Celtic pipes wafted through the arena's sound system, but that quickly morphed into an electronica beat as the curtain tore open, the spotlight fixing upon the two women emerging from the other side. The elder Kane, Maeve, was clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves and pushed up her impressive 36DD’s, while her sister Moira (an 'Irish twin' at a mere ten months younger), was garbed in a matching one-piece ensemble albeit in matte black rather than green. Regardless of color, it was quite flattering to the whole of her figure, particularly her not-unimpressive 34D’s. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and they meant to do the same thing tonight. Last year their opposition had played spoiler to the domineering reign of Legs Inc.. Tonight they would do the same en route to once again reclaiming the top prize in the Tag Team division.
Climbing up the ring stairs to the apron, the Kanes demanded that referee Al Carpenter sit on the bottom rope and open the cables up for them. This he did without comment, and blonde Moira and redheaded Maeve stepped into the squared circle. The crowd exploded with cheers as Maeve raised her fists and Moira jumped up to the middle turnbuckle of one corner, holding her arms wide to encourage and absorb the adulation. Once among the most despised names in the ranks, the Kane sisters had proven themselves pillars of not just tandem battles, but FAWN as a whole and, judging by the number of cheers rolling their way, there was a strong contingent eager to see them topple the nearly year-long run of...
“And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low red glare of the Star Strider's entrance was augmented by a gout of flame sparking from the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. All at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and those gathered for 'Mania turned their attention to the brightest constellation in the Tag Team Galaxy.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Remember last year?” Lily asked over the manmade cacophony. “We came out first with no gold around our waists. My, my, my, where DOES the time go?”
“Into the best goddamned reign the Tag division's seen in a loooooong time.” Veronica replied. “Can't be thinking about the past right now though, not unless we want this ride to stop sooner than we'd planned.”
“Nah, I'm not ready to get off yet.” Burlingame grinned. “And besides, I've been looking forward to this one for a looooooooong time.”
Treymane brushed a bit of her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson she'd carried from day one. “You and me both. Let's go steal some emeralds, Lily.”
The Star Strider raised an invisible detonator overhead, then brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket a few steps ahead and the Gorgeous Gangster looking slightly perplexed.
For tonight's battle with the former Tag Champs and first ballot Hall of Famers, Lily wore her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the dark blue replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a highly-polished black.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson once the countdown began.
Much as the sisters had done only moments prior, Burlingame and Treymane claimed center stage as their own and offered up a confident pose for their fans, one undoubtedly bolstered by the ten pounds of leather and gold hoisted overhead. This show of force didn't seem to faze the challengers one bit, not that Cosmic Noir sweat their indifference in the slightest. Both of these teams were very, very good, yet only one could claim victory when the match was over and neither duo intended to leave the ring without gold slung over their shoulder.
Champions and challengers alike were still deep in discussion when the bell clanged and neither tandem seemed particularly inclined to send someone forward until their opposition had done the same. After some quiet prodding from Al Carpenter, Lily ventured out for Cosmic Noir while Maeve made the journey on behalf of the Riuil Kanes.
Brunette and redhead approached cautiously and with little fanfare, they'd studied extensive amounts of tape on their foes and neither veteran wanted to start the match with a mistake. Stakes being what they were, the FAWNatics expected the wrestlers to lock-up right away, yet Burlingame extended a fist to Kane and Maeve bumped it with her own before they both settled into a quick, ever-tightening spiral. Raucous cheers when they did come together for a snug Collar & Elbow that soon transitioned to a Maeve-controlled Wristlock on Lil-- the Crimson Comet dropped to one knee, alleviated the torque with a quick tumble, then popped to her feet and bent the redhead's left arm back behind her head with a Top Wristlock.
An unpleasant predicament to be sure, yet Kane only grimaced and locked her hands in an S-Grip to prevent Burlingame from wrenching her left arm any farther. “Startin' off with mat-wrestling are we?” Maeve grunted as she pushed back against the brunette. “Tell me girly, should I take that as an invitation or a taunt?”
“Just want to make sure we're on the same page, Maeve.” Burlingame set her left foot behind the Irishwoman's left heel and surged forward, forcing the challenger to arch backward in a sinuous bridge. “We can fight on the mat or we can take to the skies, I won't complain about either WHOAH!” Kane pushed back against the hold only to drop to the canvas and sling Lily away with improvised Arm Drag! The impact surprised far more than it hurt, but that didn't stop Burlingame from offering Maeve a wary snort when she bounced back to verticality. “Starting with a quick Arm Drag, huh? Guess we're both willing to fight on different fronts.”
“Moira and I mean to have the gold you and Treymane have been hoarding.” Maeve explained as they closed in again. “I'd prefer to grind it out of you on the canvas, but I'm happy to take to the skies if that's what's necessa--”
Lily burst forward, swept the redhead into another clench that quickly flowed into an Arm Wringer from Kane, a Hammerlock from Burlingame and finally a Top Wristlock that belonged to no one in particular. What followed was a sort of technician's Test of Strength as first Lily, then Maeve took turns beeeeeeeeeeending their opponent backward in bridges that ended with the crown of the other wrestler's skull pressed to the mat. Crouched down on one knee next to the awkwardly stretched brunette, Kane jostled Burlingame's snagged arm and murmured, “Better to tap out now, the embarrassment of a quick loss is far better than the lasting agony if I have to catch ya in the Four Leaf Clover.”
“What, you're not getting tired already, are you?” Lucy couldn't see Maeve's face given the current arrangement, but she made sure the redhead heard the smile in her voice. “Sounds like you're worried about gassing out, sweet--”
Kane kicked her legs up into a near headstand that would've ended with her bringing her knees down on the Crimson Comet's hips if Lily hadn't stretched her own stems wide and 'smecked' them around the challenger's waist when she came back down! Maeve landed on her knees which wasn't the most comfortable thing, though it was far more tolerable than the grinding vise of Burlingame's thighs against her ribs. Gritting her teeth, Kane pressed forward on the Wristlock and was pleased to hear the former Lightweight Champion hiss in pain. “My ribs'll last longer than your arm, girly.” Maeve explained as she continued to work the hold. “If ya don't believe me, just sit right there and HHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
“I don't think that's true, babe.” Lily locked her ankles and sent another strong pulse through her stems. “Seems to me you're already starting to sound a little breathNNNGGHHH!”
Maeve abandoned the Wristlock, flattened her right hand into a paddle and startled Burlingame with a quick slap across the face! In that sense it was a resounding success as it scrambled Lily's signals long enough for the redhead to slip her arms around the back of the highflier's head so she could YANK her down into those fulsome, lycra-sheathed curves! Roars of delight from the Kane camp mingled with bellows of concern from the Star Gazers as Maeve gripped her own elbows to put even more pressure on the Front Sleeper.
“YEAH, PUT HER TO SLEEP, MAEVE!” Moira shouted from the challenger's corner.
“Don't panic, Lily, you've got this!” 'Ronnie countered from the opposite side of the ring. “Just keep squeezing her ribs, you'll make her let go!”
Maeve heard this, scoffed, and made a point of aggressively scrubbing the champ's protesting features against her smothering breasts! “Scissors aren't helping much now, are they?” Kane planted a smooch on the crown of Burlingame's skull, then dug in with her chin for good measure. “Should've kept to the floor routine, rich girl. It's the only chance you haNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame tucked into the redhead's ribs with several right hands! Maeve soaked it up with little more than a grimace, though the expression curdled to an outright snarl when Lily crooked her other hand into a spade and clamped down on the soft flesh just above Kane's right hip. Forced to concede that the Star Strider wasn't quite ready for nap time quite yet, Maeve released her elbows so she could grab a double fistful of Lily's dark hair and yank her head back and forth! This earned a protesting squeal from the heiress and a cheeky smirk from the Irishwoman, at least until the former Cherry Bomb sank her teeth into the crushing decolletage of the latter! Maeve released with a shriek, realized she was still mired in the other wrestler's Scissors and decided to pound away at Burlingame's tummy until—THERE!
Lily unlocked her ankles and they tumbled in opposite directions, each breathing hard albeit for very different reasons. Kane proved a half step ahead in rising (probably because she'd suffered no oxygen deprivation) and shot at Burlingame with her right arm extended for a scythe-like ClothesliNO! Lily threw herself backward, landed on her shoulders and kipped up to boot-leather in the blink of an eye! The nimble escape meant Maeve's back was turned so the Crimson Comet pointed a shoulder in her direction, then hopped forward and-- Kane saw the Super Kick coming and immediately took a giant step backward to pull herself out of range.
“You're a slick one, Lily Burlingame.” Maeve admitted as she took a moment to adjust the scooped neckline of her fightin' green one-piece. “But no one's slick enough to get away with tryin' ta take a bite outta me.”
“Maybe you should watch where you're putting your girls, Maeve.” Burlingame kept a safe distance as she'd noted the redhead slowly inching toward the Kane's corner. “Sticking 'em where they're not wanted is a good way to get hurt.”
“Oh, I think you want 'em.” the redhead smirked. “Ya just haven't been properly introduced yet. Soon though, girly. Real soon.” On that sly promise the elder Kane sister stepped into the buckles and offered her hand to Moira, who tagged in at once.
“I'm happy ta fight you too, little girl.” the svelte blonde noted after she'd hopped over the top rope. “But just this once I'm gonna give ya a free pass ta call on the heater ya got lurking on the apron.”
Burlingame was tempted to turn her down flat, she'd faced far greater height disparities in her time defending the Tag Titles, buuuuuuuuuut she didn't want to hog all the Kane crumpling for herself and 'Ronnie no doubt wanted a shot at the younger Kane sister. “Just this once,” the heiress backpedaled into the champ's side of town, “I'll give you a pass for calling me little girl.”
Moira replied with an 'I weep for you' smirk that transformed into an eager grin when Burlingame clapped Treymane into the bout. “C'mon, tuff girl!” Kane clapped her hands and beckoned the other blonde forward even as she settled into a tense crouch. “Let's see what kinda fight you brought to this da--”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse swept Kane into a Collar & Elbow, but where Maeve and Lily had used the clench as a gateway to all sorts of different options, Moira and Veronica were happy to push and shove, each blonde driving their foe back a few steps before they gained enough traction to stop and reclaim what that'd ceded. The stalemate didn't frustrate either woman, indeed it spurred them to pour on such power that they went up on tiptoe, their tummies barely a whisper apart save for the moments they came together with an audible 'smeck'. But even this increased grinding proved indecis-- Moira moved her hand from 'Ronnie's shoulder to her mouth, the challenger brazenly scrubbing the heel of her palm against the American's lips as roughly as she could!
Treymane didn't care for this, as you might imagine, so she put her own hand against the challenger's jaw but rather than scrub she simply puuuuuuuuuuuuuushed Kane's head back at an increasingly awkward angle. Moira gnashed her teeth, but she made no complaint to Al Carpenter. Instead she filled her other hand with Treymane's long locks and pulled as hard as she could! “Not just gonna let me pull yer hair out, are ya?” she chided the growling blonde. “A bad ol' dame like you would surely never allow such a th--”
The Magnificent Moll answered in kind and was pleased to hear the sharp intake of her foe's breath. With Kane's palm still mooshing her mouth, Veronica couldn't answer with words so she made a point to wrap a few lengths of Moira's golden curls around her fingers before tugging that much harder! Kane pulled just as hard and now it was a full on contest, or it would've been if Al Carpenter hadn't scurried over to the action and called out, “Enough with the hair pulling, ladies! I want a clean break this instant, ok?”
The eye contact between blondes suggested no peaceable resolution was forthcoming, so Al sighed and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Kane and Treymane let loose simultaneously, two sets of hands rising to shoulder level to confirm their (begrudging) compliance with the rul--CRACK! Moira tagged 'Ronnie's mouth with a Bitch Slap on general principle but she didn't even have time to enjoy the surprise on the American's face before Veronica CRACKED her right back!
While loathe to allow such blatant disrespect from any adversary, the younger Kane wasn't interested in having her fun impeded by an overzealous zebra, so rather than answer with a harder slap, she feigned the shot, then slipped that arm around the back of Veronica's noggin and yanked her down into a Standing Side Headlock! “How're my togs lookin' tonight, 'Ronnie?” Kane chirped as she grrrrrroooouund the champ's temple against the point of her right hip. “Nice, right? I think they'll look even better accessorized with a little go--”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pressed a hand to the small of Moira's back, surged forward and then pushed as hard as she could to send the Irishwoman trundling into the ro—NO! Kane dug in her heels and bore down on the Headlock, almost forcing Treymane to one knee in the process! “Too strong!” Moira hopped / stomped in place, the brawny blonde using her own considerable to strength to gnash and grind Veronica's skull with the simple hold. “Wan'cher little head back, girly? You're gonna have to trade me some gold, firsWHOAH!”
'Ronnie couldn't shove Moira away so instead she cinched her arms around the other wrestler's waist and hoisted Kane up onto her right shoulder! “Get down from there, Moira!” Maeve shouted to her sister over the cheers of the crowd. “Don't let her toss you ar--” The Dangerous Dame could've laid out and planted Kane on the back of her head and shoulders, so there was a bit of confusion among the FAWNatics (as well as the challengers) when she stomped over to the ropes and set Moira down on the narrow ledge of apron. Doing so brought Carpenter over to enforce the break and Kane did break her grip, though she waited to 'FOUR!' because she hadn't much cared for the showy way Treymane had walked her to the strands.
“Think you're pretty cute, is that it?” Moira's green eyes tossed sparks as Treymane squared up on her after rising to her full height.
The former World Champion's face carried an ugly flush after the Headlock, but she made no effort to give Kane her space. “I think I reminded you what you're up against tonight.” she huffed. “Next time you forget the reminder won't be so ni--”
Moira grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and reared back for a Forearm Smash only to reel in place when Treymane caught her between the eyes with a Headbutt! Kane shuddered without going down, so Veronica piled on a pair of her own Forearm Smashes, then climbed onto the second rope and helped herself to a Front Facelock. “Break 'em up!” Maeve barked to Carpenter even as the Gorgeous Gangster slung Moira's near arm across her shoulders. “Dammit Algernon, the break is for both of th--” 'OOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled when Treymane dipped her knees and muscled Moira up overhead before dropping backward to THAWHAM her against the thinly-sheathed plywood courtesy a gorgeous Deadlift Vertical Suplex!
2nd ROPE DEADLIFT VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNYGniDONwY
Kane bounced on impact and sat up like the mat was electrified, one hand flying to the small of her back while the other beat against the canvas. Behind her, Veronica spun to one knee, grabbed hold of the challenger's shoulders and stretched her out flat. No pin attempt in the offing, rather the big blonde popped to boot leather and ran the ropes to ensure she had a good head of steam when she came back and took to the skies, all the better to drop the full weight of her right thigh down across the Irishwoman's throat!
RUNNING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efkFfVt8UxE
Moira shuddered and turned to one side to defend against a pin only to groan in protest when 'Ronnie pulled her right back. Still no pin though, she just wanted to make sure Kane was looking up at the lights when she set out for her second trip to the ropes in less than a minute. This verse proved no less painful than the first with the Dangerous Dame shooting skyward only to stretch out and come down with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING down on Kane in a Big Splash! Moira's legs popped up on impact and 'Ronnie collected them both so she could segue into a snug Back Press that pointed the other blonde's rump into the rafters for the count of...
BIG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYrLFj9rDiY
ONE...
TWO...
Moira kicked out a whisper after 'TWO!', the tag team veteran far from finished despite the recent flurry of offense. This emphatic denial should've pleased Maeve for longer than it did, alas, she'd barely begun to applaud her sister's resilience when Veronica scrambled to verticality and delivered a heavy Elbow Drop to the small of the younger Kane's back! To make matters worse, the Pinstripe Powerhouse snatched hold of Moira's left wrist and stretched that arm out so she could thread it between her thighs in a deft Scissors. In the next instant she hunched over Moira's back, dipped under the prone blonde's right arm and then locked her hands so she could wreeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnch backward on the Noirevoir!
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNF_3lzRpGU
“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Kane shrieked to the heavens, her legs scrambling and scraping on the mat as she fought for purchase.
“Whadda ya say, Moira?” Al had set down on one knee beside the action. “Need me to call it? Just say the word if you can't contin--”
“Fuck off!” Moira shouted. “This prissy little yoga hold isn't gonna tap me GRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Treymane halved her control over the challenger's right arm so she could drive the tip of one elbow down into Kane's flank no less than half a dozen times! “Talk nice about my submission game, Daisy.” 'Ronnie warned after she'd knotted her hands again. “Otherwise you'll end up screaming a whole lot loudNNNNGGHHH!”
Maeve Kane had no doubt her sister could've escaped the stretch given enough time, but the redhead wasn't inclined to stand around and watch the punishment pile up so she slipped through the ropes and sprinted over to the action to deliver a well-placed Stomp to the pit of the champion's left knee!
“HEY!” Burlingame vaulted over the strands and went straight at the meddling Kane with a Knife-Edge Chop that CRACKED off her chest! Maeve took it with a snarl, honed in on Lily and answered with an identical shot to kick off a vicious contest that saw the veterans trying their damndest to Chop her opponent's girls right outta her top!
This welt-raising, wince-inducing battle changed tactics when Kane's latest effort sent Burlingame backpedaling into the rubber-coated steel, her arms draped heavily over the topmost. Smiling at the prospect of easy prey, Maeve rushed in and--“OOFFHH!” The Crimson Comet drew both knees up to her chest and unleashed another heavy shot to Kane's curves with a Mule Kick that sent the redhead stumbling toward the center of the ring.
Just like that Lily rushed forward and took to the skies, the former Lightweight Champion twisting to one side in mid-air to-- Maeve dropped out of the way, leaving Burlingame to soar into the airspace of none other than a freshly risen Veronica Treymane! Give the Dame credit, she simply spread her arms wide and plucked Lily out of the way to divert what could've otherwise been a calamitous collision. Oe perhaps I spoke to soon because 'Ronnie was still taking stock of the situation when Moira rushed up on her six and grabbed hold of a Waistlock. Fists digging into the American's belly, Kane dropped into a deep crouch, then hoisted up and back to THAWHAM Treymane down with a German Suplex while Lily was hurled all the way across the ring with an accidental Fall Away Slam!
GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2Kkm9vgrLs
“Beautiful!” Maeve couldn't lend any actual assistance to the younger Kane as she was currently being shooed to their corner by the irritated Al Carpenter, but that didn't stop her from offering a round of boisterous applause. “Beat her into the dirt, Moira! Show these two candy-asses we aren't playing around!”
Moira was happy to follow this directive and since the zebra was otherwise occupied she was just as happy to crook her fingers into talons and draaaaaaaaaaaaaag them down Treymane's mostly bare back! “I never imagined you as World Champion material.” Kane scoffed as she repeated the savage scoring two and three more times. “Now I know why, you're just too damned soft!”
“Guuuhhhh... gonna put your head through the mat, Daisy.” Veronica growled as she fought to all fours. “We'll see what you think theNOOOOWWWW BITCH!”
Never one to miss an opportunity at petty meanness, Moira snatched a double handful of the champ's pinstripe togs and yanked them up as high as she could! The wedgie forced Treymane to a mincing sort of verticality, one that meant she couldn't muster any real defense when the Irishwoman laid claim to her left wrist. Pivoting so her back was pointed toward the challenger's corner, Kane took a step back, dropped a shoulder and jerked 'Ronnie into what might've been a pretty powerful Bear Hug if the Galway Goddess hadn't taken her up and around, Moira dropping down to land atop the taller blonde which meant Treymane was SMASHED between the challenger and the deck with a massive Belly to Belly Suplex!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfKzbIWxgIA
Al had just turned away from the elder Kane, so Moira hooked the far leg and drew it up in a tight cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
'Ronnie shot a shoulder into the air to ensure the challengers understood this war was far from over. The prospect pleased Moira to no end as she wasn't close to finished with the Dangerous Dame, yet good strategy told her to split the task with her sister so she helped herself to a double handful of Treymane's hair and scraped her off the deck. In the next instant she doubled over, stuffed a shoulder into the champ's gut and wrapped both arms around her upper thighs so she could hoist Veronica over said shoulder like a sack of laundry.
“This hard case thinks she's real tuff.” Moira smirked to Maeve as she pointed herself at the Kane's corner.
“Guess we need to soften her up then, yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” Moira charged, went low and drove Treymane's back into the buckles with a low, unpleasant BWUNG! She held the other blonde there long enough for Maeve to make a tag, then she pulled Veronica out, muscled her back onto her shoulder and pivoted around to THWHAM her to the deck with a makeshift Spinebuster! Moira couldn't try for a pin of course, but she knew how to maximize the seconds she had left so she collected Treymane's shins under her armpits and turned her onto her stomach to settle down in a Boston Crab that had the former World Champion groaning in agony! “Oh fine ya big baby, if you can't handle the whole thing, try half strength!” She tossed Treymane's right leg down so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank[/b] all the way back on the left.
HALF BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgoK3cNgHDI
This shift really didn't do a damned thing to better 'Ronnie's situation and in fact it got considerably worse when Maeve, who'd quietly climbed to the top turnbuckle, leapt from her perch and STOMPED down on the back of Treymane's right thigh! Moira broke her hold as soon as the Stomp landed and vacated the squared circle without complaint, thus ensuring Al Carpenter would have no reason to delay the count when Maeve shoveled Veronica onto her back and folded her up for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Magnificent Moll's kick out was emphatic as before, though Kane was quick to note it came a half second slower than her previous effort. “Not nearly so big when you're down here on the mat, huh 'Ronnie? You're gonna feel even smaller once I tap you out in the middle of the NNGGHH!”
Treymane sat up and cudgeled a shot into the redhead's chest, so Maeve grabbed a handful of hair and peppered her face with Forearm Smashes! Treating Al to a sneer when he warned her about the hair, Kane took hold of her foe's ears instead and used the grip to force her upright. Once there she doled out a single European Uppercut to keep Veronica off balance while she dipped down and grabbed hold of the big blonde's right ankle. Lifting it off the mat, Maeve made a point of flipping the American off before she laid out on her hip and slung Treymane back to the canvas with a knee-wrenching Dragon Screw! Still in possession of that aching limb, Kane stood up and offered Lily the same one finger salute even as she was planting a foot on downed blonde's left ankle. Then she hunkered down and dropped backward, landing flat to put even more strain on Veronica's right leg!
DRAGON SCREW & LEG SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAmlElKucno
The Pinstripe Powerhouse groaned and rolled to a seat with that aching knee drawn up close to her chest, a position that made it quite easy for Maeve to deliver a Knife-Edge Chop across the nape of her neck. That got the blonde over to all fours, so Kane grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her into a Front Facelock before slinging the near arm across her shoulders. Once that was done she bent down, slipped an arm around the back of Treymane's right leg and-- cheers from the Star Gazers when 'Ronnie started stuffing punches into the challenger's ribs. Kane grimaced, answered with a few shots to the American's lower back, but ultimately abandoned everything but her control over Treymane's right leg. Stretching the limb out so 'Ronnie's ankle was snug against her left hip, Kane hammered some punches down on the Gangster's knee before slinging her into a face-down collision with the canvas! Just like that Maeve stepped over and dropped down full force, the redheaded submission specialist trapping Treymane's lower leg between her thighs to put severe pressure on that knee while securing a S-grip across Veronica's jaw.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-nKc3zI7KI
“SUBMIT!”Maeve barked as she poured it on with the STF. “Tap that mat, big girl! There's nowhere for you to go!”
Al didn't quite believe that, but he'd seen Kane stretch enough ladies to not doubt it either. Thus he hunkered down beside the action to get a better assessment of the situation. “What do you say, Veronica? Can you continue?”
“Goddamned right.” Treymane had hold of the Irishwoman's wrists and was working to prize them apart. “I'm not going anywherRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Maeve jounced the hold and worked her hands back and forth, scrubbing them across the champ's pained features. “That's right, you're not going anywhere.” the redhead purred. “Not until you bend the knee to the Riuil Kanes, bitch.” In terms of simple physicality Maeve had already accomplished this goal, as Veronica's right leg was wrenched at an awkward angle and her neck wasn't faring much better. Yet the Magnificent Moll's will remained unbowed even as the elder Kane continued to rip and tear.
Shaking her head 'no' to prevent any questions from Carpenter for at least a few seconds, Treymane halved her grip so she could crook her right arm into a tire iron that she promptly smashed down on Maeve's right forearm and wrist almost half a dozen times! Snarling at this brazen defiance of her wishes, Kane abruptly snatched a handful of hair and yanked Treymane's head back so she could cuff her across the jaw with a few swooping Forearm Smashes of her own. Then she looped that arm around the Dangerous Dame's exposed throat and squeezed even tighter.
“Think you're too strong to tap out, tuff girl?” Maeve hissed down at the struggling grappler. “That's what they all think until I really get my hooks in dee--”
Treymane hadn't had much luck breaking loose of Maeve's clutches so she set both elbows against the mat and began to draaaaaaaaaaag their combined weight toward the ropes.
“Stretch her out, Maeve!” Moira shouted from the ramparts of Castle Kane. “Don't let that punk reach the ropes!”
“You got this, 'Ronnie!” Lily countered from the far side of the ring. “She can't stop you, I've seen you carry backpacks bigger than that brat!”
That comment earned her an ugly look from the redhead, though Kane's attention quickly returned to the Gorgeous Gangster as she drew ever closer to freedom. Aware that she only had a few seconds to figure out her next move, Kane abruptly released the Sleeper grip so she could RAKE her nails across Treymane's eyes!
The infraction brought immediate protests from the official, the Star Gazers and of course Lily, but Maeve didn't give a damn because she'd already abandoned the STF and was scraping 'Ronnie off the mat so she could draw her into a Standing Headscissors. Noting the remnants of her younger sister's earlier work, Maeve casually dragged her nails up the blonde's back, then grabbed a double handful of pinstriped trunks and yanked 'em that much higher! Favoring Burlingame with a kiss even as her partner wailed to high heaven, Kane switched over to a Waistlock and boosted NO! Treymane kicked her legs and set back down, thwarting the Piledriver. Maeve scowled, tried again and was rebuffed in identical fashion. “Ok girly, you want to do this the hard way?” Kane broke her grip and went back to the Destroyer's waistband. “We can do it the hard WHOOAAAAAHH!”
Whatever path Veronica chose, it entailed standing up straight without escaping the Headscissors, which meant Maeve ended up draped down the blonde's six just like one of those backpacks Lily had so recently mentioned. Soon as she was upright the Pinstripe Powerhouse snapped forward and down, whipping the startled Irishwoman off her back and onto the canvas with a shivering THUD!
ALABAMA SLAM @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTjVIqNmNKM
The Alabama Slam left Kane stretched out flat but rather than try for a pin she somersaulted over the redhead and got back to her feet with Maeve in the same position she'd endured moments prior. Releasing her hold on the veteran's right leg so she could grab hold of her hair, 'Ronnie looped that arm around the back of Maeve's neck and bundled her up nice and tight for the quick walk over to Cosmic Noir's corner. She didn't have a hand free so Lily made the tag instead, the Maroon Meteor swatting her partner's shoulder as soon as she was within reach! Once the tag was noted Treymane went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the back of Maeve's neck against the brawny expanse of her right thigh!
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elKbLhi4cso
Kane hit the mat like she'd been poleaxed but 'Ronnie didn't attempt to pile on or assist with a double team, rather she turned her attention to the far corner, where Moira was already through the ropes and heading her way. As for Lily she sprang to the top turnbuckle and twisted around mid-ascent so she came down in a crouch facing the crowd. A single glance over her shoulder confirmed that Maeve was down and Moira was at least temporarily contained so she sprang out into the void, the Star Strider vaulting through a gorgeous back-flip that brought her THWHAMMING down atop Maeve's tummy! The Moonsault landed flush and Burlingame hooked the far leg, drawing it nice and tight while Carpenter counted off...
MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAU4ydIs0MI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Maeve kicked out on her own accord though it wasn't for lack of trying from her sister, as the younger Kane had rushed in and engaged the other blonde in a scrum that looked more at home on a rugby pitch. Burlingame didn't waste any energy trying to protest the count as Al had already diverted his attention to 'Ronnie and Moira, who were slugging away harder than ever.
“Figured it was gonna take more to take you out anyway.” the Star Strider admitted as she filled her hands with the challenger's coppery locks. “Good thing I've got plenty more to give.”
“Wuuuhhhh... won't be enough.” Maeve wanted to sound more confident, but the back to back delivery of Neckbreaker and Moonsault had rendered her quite unsteady. “You're not a wrestler, rich girl, never have been. You're just a gymnast with some pretty HHHRRGGHHH!”
Lily slipped an arm between the elder Kane's thighs, then scooped Maeve onto her shoulder not for a Body Slam, but to step forward and wedge her in upside down against the champs' corner. A quick bit of work knotted Kane's lower legs beneath the top turnbuckle and left the veteran hanging from the Tree of Woe. “Not a wrestler, huh?” Burlingame didn't pause to wait for a reaction, she just pivoted a shoulder toward the redhead and hopped forward to THWHACK a sawed-off Super Kick into the pit of Maeve's stomach. “Well, you can call me whatever you want if it makes you feel better about losing. Oh hey, I saw what you did to 'Ronnie. It wasn't nice.” Kane was still wheezing from the kick when the heiress reached forward, grabbed a handful of that green one-piece and tugged down to inflict a vicious inverted wedgie on the dangling challenger!
“BITCH!” Kane wailed in distress, her hands flying to the juncture of her thighs to deal with the callous slight. Lucy paid her no mind, rather she hopped over the ropes to the apron, then sprang to the top turnbuckle in a single bound. Straightening to her full height as the crowd rose to their feet, Burlingame took a moment to confirm that Veronica and Moira were still smashing each other to bits, though Al had confined them to the opposite corner and was even now doing his damndest to break them apart.
“Worked over her knees pretty good too. That wasn't very nice of you.” Burlingame repaid those painful attacks on her partner with several quick stomps to Kane's left knee, which was still wedged in place by the Tree of Woe! Maeve groaned and shouted for a break, but her calls went unanswered and when Lily switched over to pulverizing her right knee she was forced to curl up and grab the top rope in hopes of finding a way to knock the brat off her per-- Lily leapt straight up, brought her knees to chest level, then kicked down full force to STOMP on Maeve's chest with every bit of her hundred and ten pounds! The force of it blasted Kane out of the tree, the back of her head and shoulders striking the mat with an ominous THUD that was almost overshadowed by the roar of the FAWNatics.
TREE OF WOE DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOOWS9-8Edg
Rolled back onto her knees in a slow motion somersault, Maeve pitched forward and would've slopped over onto one side if Burlingame hadn't snagged her under the armpits and hauled her upright. In the next instant she had Maeve's arms pinned overhead with a Full Nelson, then she dipped low and popped her hips to take the redhead up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a Dragon Suplex straight out of the Rainmaker's playbook!
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBDwX96fa10
Lily bridged up on her toes to keep Kane glued in place but she didn't hear Carpenter start to count. Spitting something unprintable as she remembered the all blonde fracas on the other side of the ring, she continued to hold the bridge in hopes that someone would get the poor dope's attention. What felt like an eternity to Burlingame in reality wasn't more than a few heartbeats. Al had just returned Moira to her corner and ushered Veronica through a neutral set of strands when a bellow from the crowd turned his attention to center ring. Spotting Maeve's shoulders glued to the deck, the lanky official dove across the ring to land beside his charges and count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Moira dove just like Al did, but where the ref landed beside the action, the younger Kane sister came down atop it, across Lily's bridged belly, to be more accurate! “Snot-nosed little punk!” the blonde snarled as she filled her hands with Burlingame's hair and scraped her off the canvas. “You're not gonna take this from uSSSNGGH!”
Treymane, who hadn't even made it back to her corner when Moira broke the pin, slid under the bottom rope and immediately laid into the Irishwoman hammer and tongs! “Big sis never taught you any manners, huh Daisy?” 'Ronnie snarked at the other blonde as she marched her into the ropes. “Looks like I'll have to do it myself!” She grabbed hold of Kane's wrist, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send her into the ropes with an Irish WhNO!
Moira dug in her heels, reversed the momentum and sent the Dangerous Dame in her place! 'Ronnie left and came back faster than ever, though not so fast that Kane couldn't leap frog over her approach. “Too slow, bitch!” Treymane heard her and didn't appreciate it, as evidenced by her second pass which was even faster than the first. Determined to make the challenger suffer for her interference, the former World Champion went low, pushed off her back foot and launched herself with a Spe-- Moira twisted aside at the last instant to avoid the gut-skewering Spear, alas the same could not be said for Maeve, who'd barely regained verticality after her fracas with the Crimson Comet!
“DAMMIT!” Moira juked around the increasingly frazzled Al Carpenter to catch Treymane with a Toe Kick to the gut as she pushed offa the glassy-eyed redhead. Securing the Front Facelock immediately thereafter, the big blonde powerhouse laid out and THWHUNKED the Gorgeous Gangster's forehead into the deck with a massive DDT!
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYf7iXSwNh4
“Jesus Moira, would you get the hell back to your corner!?” the ref barked as the younger Kane got to her feet and brushed some invisible dust onto the sprawled American. “If I can't get this under control I'll throw the whole damned thing out! See if I--” Al heard footsteps pattering up behind him and he got the hell out of Dodge, good thing too as Lily Burlingame pounced on Moira with a flurry of punches that rocked the Galway Goddess back on her he-- Moira shoved Lily off, stunned her with a hard SLAP, then dipped down and hooked her behind the right leg while also curling her right arm around the lightweight's left shoulder. Trap sprung, she muscled Burlingame into the air, then hurled her forward and down while dropping to a seat to THAWHAM Lily to the deck with a gorgeous Sit-Out Spinebuster!
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB6ixrSVUkM
The whole ring shivered and Kane instinctively wrapped her arms around the heiress' thighs before she pushed her away instead. “I'm going, I'm going!” Maeve snapped to Carpenter once she was vertical. “But I'm taking her with me.” The ref thought she meant Lily, but Moira caught Maeve by the wrists and draaaaaaaaaagged her over to the Kane's corner. Once there, she slipped through the strands, grabbed the tag rope and leaned down to swat her older sister on the shoulder! “Happy?” she called to the ref over the noise of the crowd.
No one could call the expression on Carpenter's face happy, but he at least looked satisfied, not that Kane gave a damn either way. Soon as she was legal the blonde hopped over the ropes and went straight for Treymane, who'd made it to all fours a few moments prior. Snagging her by trunks and tresses, Moira rushed to a neutral side of the squared circle and pitched 'Ronnie through the gap between the top and middle ropes. No acrobatic escape for the dazed Destroyer, she hit the floor in a heap, thus ensuring Moira and Lily some quality time together.
“Just you and me now, tiny.” Moira stomped over to Burlingame, grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged her to her hands and knees so she could THWUMP a few Overhand Forearm Smashes down across her shoulders. “Maeve's outta commission for the moment and 'Ronnie's kissing the floor on the outside, so you know what that means?” She muscled Lily to boot-leather and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. “Means it's gonna be all your fault when you ladies go trudging up the aisle without those titles around your waist.” Burlingame grunted something that might've been a rebuttal, not that Kane was listening. She'd already delivered a second and third Kneelift, the blonde alternating between left and right to batter every bit of oxygen from her foe's lungs.
Lily held up longer than she would've expected, but eventually the Maroon Meteor crumpled to her knees. She would've stayed there quite a bit longer if Moira hadn't lifted her back to verticality. This return proved short-lived as Kane took to the skies (showing some impressive ups of her own) and came down flat on her butt to THWONK the Crimson Comet's noggin against the mat with a perfect Sit-Out Facebuster!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3vme9-ZrYA
Lily bounced hard but didn't tumble onto her back so Moira shot a Half Nelson and did it for her. Kneeling above the brunette's defenseless head, a smirking Kane made a show of 'flicking' her togs into place before she slid forward and sat on Burlingame's face! Lily began to thrash at once, the stifled Strider rocking from side to side in an attempt to push free or at least keep a shoulder off the mat. The former was a failure, the latter a success, at least for the moment. The FAWNatics cheered her efforts heartily, though many of them wondered why the brunette didn't use her legs to greater effect. Moira knew why of course, the little speedball and clearly been studying tape and even in her woozy state understood that giving her legs to the Irishwoman meant an end to their reign. Kane was patient however, she wiggled her hips, preened for the cheers (of which there were plenty) and eventually began pounding punches into the American's stomach. Even then Burlingame fought to keep her legs down, answering Moira's strikes by snatching at her wrists and thrashing all the more-- “MMMRRRPPPHHHH!”
The younger Kane curled her hand into a claw, reached down and clamped onto the center of the champ's starry briefs! “That's right, girly.” Moira snickered. “Gimme those scrawny little legs!”
Lily couldn't help but comply, she raised her knees to defend against the eye-watering tactic, but Kane abandoned it as quickly as she'd applied it to hook the brunette behind the calves. A full fledged Reverse Matchbook lasted just long enough for the Irish blonde to slide her hooks from Burlingame's thighs to her ankles, then she wreeeeeeeeeeeeenched them apart in an agonizing 'V' that had Lily and the FAWNatics screaming for very different reasons.
“You're finished now, little girl.” Kane was all smug smiles and twinkling eyes now that the Emerald Ire was locked in tight. She didn't keep the pressure steady, rather she worked Burlingame's legs like a woman on a rowing machine, regularly opening and closing 'em to put more and more stress on the lightweight's hamstrings and inner thighs.
Engulfed in Galway glutes, the Star Strider couldn't help but mewl and whine as Moira's regular bouncing and flexing made it even harder to breathe, let alone focus on the anguish in her legs. “NNUUUHHH... NOOOMMMPPHHH!” she burbled to Al Carpenter after maybe ten seconds in the excruciating hold.
“Ya sure about that, rich girl?” Moira wiggled her buns to emphasize the point. “I can hear the seams in your togs starting to strain, I think they're gonna split up the middle any second. Or maybe that's your scrawny legs I'm hearRRRGGGHHHHH oh, I don't think so!”
Aware that she couldn't fight this agony for much longer, Burlingame stopped swatting at Kane's back and instead grabbed a huge double fistful of the challenger's bottoms and yanked up as hard as she could! The wedgie was more painful than effective, as Moira refused to relinquish the Wishbone and she only rose up by a couple inches to alleviate the sting of her foe's trunk work. Or perhaps I spoke too soon, because as the big blonde went to reset her perch Lily raised her head and chomped down on one encroaching cheek!
The surprise jolt freed Burlingame's stems and though they'd taken some serious punishment, they still contained enough strength snap shut around the challenger's waist. Just like that she popped her hips and rolled forwardto thrust Kane down into an impromptu Facebuster that THUMPED her forehead and chest against the deck!
Scrambling to verticality with an obvious hitch in her giddyup despite the welcoming surge of adrenaline, Lily turned to the Cosmic Noir corner and was distressed to realize 'Ronnie was still down on the floor. Behind her, Moira hurried to her feet and growled, “Nowhere to run, even if you could, bitch.”
Burlingame offered her a weary smile and a 'bring it' sorta finger curl. “Still gotta catch me first, flatfoot.”
The challenge was barely out of her mouth when Kane broke into a flat out sprint! The Maroon Meteor was in no condition to outrun her adversary, but just when it looked like Moira would mow her down she lunged to one side and laid out on her stomach while simultaneously flicking her legs between the blonde's ankles! Unprepared for the Drop Toehold, Moira pitched forward and landed throat-first on the second strand with a low, malevolent TWANG! This was followed by a rousing cheer from those assembled, one Lily almost joined in on when she saw Treymane clamber onto the apron and grab hold of the tag rope.
“Oh thank God.” Burlingame trudged over and tagged in the Dangerous Dame. “Get up high, I'll set the table for ya.”
“Can do. You ok?”
“Nothing an ice bath won't fix.”
No more wasted breath after that, Burlingame backed up to the middle of the ring but didn't go any farther because she saw Maeve was back in the challenger's corner. Gritting her teeth over the hurt to come, Lily exploded forward, hopped up and raced up Moira's back like a ramp before she twisted sideways and dropped down to SMECK her right thigh across the back of Kane's head in a nasty Guillotine Leg Drop!
Already breathless, Moira bounced out of the strands gagging and retching, the breathless veteran fighting to boot-leather with no thought other than to reach the friendlier side of the squared circle. This proved a disastrous mistake as it meant she never saw Treymane spring off the second turnbuckle, the former World Champion catching Kane in a loose Side Headlock an instant before she dropped to her butt and THWHAMMED the challenger's face against the mat courtesy a Diving Bulldog!
DIVING BULLDOG @ 00:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ioyZEKdiyg
Moira bounced to her knees and started to pitch forward only to have her secondary descent interrupted when 'Ronnie snatched a big handful of hair. Dragging the woozy challenger to her feet, Treymane wedged Kane's noggin beneath her right arm, then slipped her own arms beneath the Irishwoman's biceps to secure a Double Underhook. The crowd sensed a Daisy Cutter or a Gangster's Paradise en route and Maeve did too, because rather than sit around and watch her little sis take some more offense, she slipped through the ropes and charged the Dangerous Da--'OOOOOOOOHHHHH!' from those assembled when Treymane hunkered over, jabbed a shoulder into the redhead's gut and straightened up to sling her into the lights with a Back Body Drop!
Relieved the solid shiver that raced through the canvas when Maeve returned to Terra Firma, Veronica 'hupped' Moira off the mat so her legs draped around the champ's waist in a loose Scissors. Smiling as the cheers grew louder, Treymane sank into a deep crouch, then shot up on her heels and let Moira stretch out full length before she twisted over and laid out flat to PLANT the other blonde on the back of her head and shoulders with Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_oC-j_aHYw
Right about the time Moira was pooling out on her back in glassy eyed sprawl, Lily flitted through the ropes and rushed over to help herself to Maeve's ankles. “What're you doing, 'Lil?” Carpenter asked even as the Star Strider trapped the redhead's boots under her armpits. “You're not legal!”
“Neither is she, that's why I'm going to make sure she can't interfere!”
On that she dipped down and rolled Maeve onto her tummy just so she could step over and settle down into a deep squat. No basic Boston Crab this, however. Lily reached down and slapped at Kane's flanks until the veteran was forced to defend, which in turn let the heiress grab hold of her wrists. “AAARRRHHHHHHH LEGGGOOO DAMN YOU!” Maeve shrieked when Burlingame stood up and muscled the technician off the mat in an agonizing Reverse Pendulum Swing!
REVERSE PENDULUM SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=acZlAARxvyM
As for the legal halves of these warring duos, Veronica got to her feet, shoveled Moira onto her tummy, then moved into position at her opponent's head. “Saw what you did to Lily earlier, Daisy.” Treymane stepped over the other blonde's biceps so her heels were nestled in the hollows of Kane's armpits, “Think that means it's time to dust off a favorite to teach you some manners.”
Bending over, the Gorgeous Gangster took hold of Moira's wrists and quickly folded both arms around her ankles in what was essentially a Double Hammerlock. Once that awkward application was in place, she dropped to her butt, sitting mere inches above her foe’s noggin. Kane started to thrash then, the simple joint-locks putting considerable strain on both shoulders, though she was still too stunned by recent events to do much more than squirm from side to side. Pausing for just a moment to applaud Lily's work on the elder Kane sister, Treymane rolled left, a shift that turned both women onto their stomachs. That didn't cause much strain at all until 'Ronnie pushed back onto her knees, forcing her ass against the back of Moira's head and neck with quite a bit of force. Treymane put her hands on her knees and grinned at some fans in the front row.
“Got that cell ready, people? We've got some new arrivals at the Pinstripe Penitentiary!”
The Star Gazers assured her the accommodations were set, so Treymane leaned back and hooked an arm under Kane's right knee before repeating the process on the left. Once that was done she leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward until her forehead was barely six inches from the mat. In doing so she took all the pressure of Kane's neck and placed it on her spine while also wrenching her legs apart with a vindictive Wishbone!
“AAAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Moira wailed as she was contorted by the hellacious Touch of Evil.
TOUCH OF EVIL:
“Hear that, baby?” Lily tightened her grip and rocked Maeve that much harder. “'Ronnie's got your sister now, no one's coming to bust you out!”
“FUCK YOU!” Kane barked as she fought to free her wrists. “Moira's tuffer than that creampuffFAAAOOOOOHHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Lily poured it on while Veronica did the same, the Magnificent Moll taking a page from Moira's own book by pulling her legs open and closed over and over again. “Submit!” Treymane demanded of the suffering blonde. “Or I'll snap you in half AND get a wish in the proce--”
“KISS MY ARSSSOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHD! OH YOU NASTY BITCH I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Veronica, who'd tossed away the challenger's right leg so she could affix a claw to the center of her trunks, kept on squeezing until the bell sounded and the Announcer called, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNERS VIA SUBMISSION AND STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... COSMIC NOIR!”
Treymane let loose and Burlingame did the same, the victorious friends coming together for a huge hug amidst the smoldering Kane wreckage. “One year!” Lily gaped after Carpenter handed over the gold. “It took so damned long to get these, but they're still here one freakin' year later!”
“Damned right they are.” Treymane huffed. “And they're not going anywhere. The rest of the locker room is great, but we're playing on a different level these days.”
“From Mania to Mania, baby.” Lily slung her belt over one shoulder and placed a foot atop Maeve's hip for a suitable Gladiatrix shot.
“From 'And New' to 'And Still!'” 'Ronnie put a boot on Moira's tummy and hoisted her gold two handed.
T'was an excellent shot indeed, one that the cameras lingered upon for several seconds before cutting to a hype package detailing the history between Becky Clayton and Dayna Erza.