Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:37:45 GMT
Having already built quite a buzz from the very first minute of their FAWN careers, the leggy phenoms have the crowd in an frenetic state even before their music hits, the restless rumble of the assembled growing louder when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers. Quickly behind, two tall athletic women arrive on cue. One is tawny-skinned with long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, though they share in glaring fashion one incredible characteristic.
”HOT LEGS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and good ole Rod’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. These two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. As they move to the middle of the stage, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the crowd gives the women a loud welcome as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS" STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with a strong ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. From there, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their next targets.
“And at this time,” the announcer resumes, “will you please welcome... Rachelle Leah.”
RACHELLE LEAH:
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Did you miss us?” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk.
Ordinarily, the response from the FAWNatics is RESOUNDINGLY in the negative, but tonight, something a little different happens. Oh, there’s a burst of boos almost immediately, but one fan responded different, and before long the rest of the crowd followed his lead, leaving one sound to fill the air...
“HAW! HAW! HAW!”
The Step-MILF’s expression turns cold, then warms up considerably.
“Laugh it up, you slugs," Leah responds. “We’ll see how much you’re laughing when these Flavors of the Month leave here on CRUTCHES! Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
ALYSON VALLEY:
BEVERLY VALLEY
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits are enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look exactly the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!”
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
In the opposite corner, the near six-footers are in mid-discussion. There's no need to look over their shoulders as there wasn't much to strategize between one Valley and the other. Valerie nods and slaps Mariel on the shoulder. McGinty turns to leave and Stipanovic spins to face her foe, 71 inches of lean Amazon ready to bear down on either Valley. Feeling a little cocky with their fast FAWN start, 'Stems' gives whichever twin a pucker of her lips. "Guess it's our turn to use a pair of stepping stones." Val chuckles as she moves out of her corner, the sound of the bell accompanying her.
For the sake of convenience, we'll say that it's Bev who remains in the ring, while Alyson slips through the ropes. "Just wait," Beverly purrs after the bell sounds, sauntering out of her corner. "You DO know Bethany's just been feeding you? Building you two cash cows up, so that when someone finally gives you that ass-kicking you're begging for..." Valley sweeps a hand toward the audience. "That they'll cry just a little harder? Well... Aly and I are gonna enjoy cutting you two down to size." The distance between them having shrunk significantly, Bev suddenly stops... and raises her right hand? A Test of Strength? Really???
The youngster sends a quick glance back to Mariel who shrugs with a grin. "Her mistake," McGinty titters. Stems turns back to Beverly and gives her a shrug by proxy. "Sure." The lanky brunette moves forward and locks up first one hand then the other. Using her crazy height and leverage advantage, Valerie is quickly rolling her wrists over Valley's. She slowly begins to force the blonde down toward one knee in front of her, the crowd going crazy for the phenom.
It's hardly a surprise that the bigger woman quickly begins to drive Beverly down to the canvas, and there's no way that even an airheaded brat like one of the Valley Girls could have expected this to play out any differently--and that is absolutely correct. Suddenly, instead of taking a knee, Bev drops to her backside--and when she does, the former tag team champion sweeps up her legs, planting her feet against Valerie's belly. The curvy blonde then starts to rock back, hoping to effectively monkey flip the rookie to the mat, where her height advantage would be meaningless and her leverage eliminated, and settle into a straddle of Stipanovic's midsection.
Valerie's dark eyes go wide when Valley gives up the rest of the battle, rocking to her back all on her own. Bev plants the sole of her boot in the long expanse of Stems' tummy and sends the rookie over in a front flip. Val lands heavy and hard on her back and the former tag champ quickly joins her, backflipping to a straddle of the long, lean brunette. Stipanovic reaches up to snatch at Valley's golden locks, trying to sweep her sideways in a barrel roll to exchange positions with the twin or, failing that, maybe sneak Bev into a set of body scissors that would start draining the former champ of her juice.
But Beverly shakes her head, making her flaxen tresses a moving target--not that that would frustrate Valley's efforts for long. Bev didn't need long, however--just long enough to reach up and brush that searching hand away. Securing a grip on both of Stipanovic's wrists, the Natural Clone pushes her foe's arms down, pinning them over the brunette's head. "We COULD drag this out..." Bev mutters, then scoots forward, settling her shins down across the rookie's biceps as she drops her tush down hard on Valerie's chest. "But losing in record time is probably even more embarrassing." With Stipanovic's face framed by her thighs, Valley absently reaches her hands up to brush through her hair as the referee slides into position for...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Valerie kicks those long lower limbs with a whiplash action that sends Valley flying off and over the head of her mount. Stipanovic scrambles to her feet as Beverly does the same, both turning toward each other. But as Val does, she's already lifting her endless right gam, aiming the boot WAY at the end toward the chin of the spinning twin.
As Beverly scrambles back to her feet, she is well aware of the dangers of a kick heading her way. And against anyone else, the veteran tag teamer probably would have been ready. But THOSE legs--Valerie's and Mariel's both--are hard to prepare for. Hard to fully understand and gauge their length and their reach, until you're in the ring with them. Stipanovic's heel SMASHES into Valley's jaw, snapping her head back and sending the buxom blonde crashing back to the deck. Her hands flying toward her face, Bev immediately starts to roll toward the ropes, Rachelle Leah waving her urgently toward a quick strategy session.
Valerie ends with a flourish for the fans and by the time she chases after Beverly it's too late to prevent the twin's retreat into her sister's open arms. Valerie waves cheerily to Rachelle Leah who scowls in return. The lanky brunette strides gleefully to the Leggs Inc corner and tags in her blonde buddy. Mariel slides in as Valerie heads in the opposite direction and McGinty claims center stage. "One of you. And I don't care which one. Get your ass in here."
The beaming blonde turns to the FAWNatics and revels in her salty repartee, telling former tag champs what for was hella fun.
After a few final words of--comfort? advice?--Aly and Bev draw away from their stepmother, the Natural Clones moving in near unison back toward the rings. Their actions still eerily synced, the Valley's grab the ropes and pull themselves up onto the apron... and then, contrary to McGinty's direction, BOTH Valley Girls slip through the ropes. "No no no," the referee objects, moving to cut off the blonde to his left. "Back to the corner."
"You can't kick ME out," that Valley contends. "I'M legal!"
The ref starts to shake his head... but then stops. After all, she could be right. So he turns to her sister. "Alright, you! Out!"
"But I'M legal!" the second Valley snaps, stomping a foot like the spoiled brat many think she is... and as she does so, her sister starts to lunge toward Mariel. To his credit, the official spins around and deftly reaches to head her off. But as he contends with one Valley, the other makes her move, reaching out and lashing her bared talons toward the towering blonde's eyes.
McGinty's head snaps back and forth between each Valley, trying to guess which one would be the blue-eyed blonde to attack. When Alyson (or Beverly) reaches for a scrape of her eyes, McGinty raises a folded right leg in front of her and leans the boot into Valley's chest to keep her at bay. "Seriously? You two are as transparent as they come." Mariel moves her head back to keep her face out of reach of the swiping, bitter blonde. Mariel stretches out her leg to move Valley even farther away. "Sorry to break it to you. We aren't just legs. We're the total package without the fast approaching expiration date."
Valley retreats to her corner, arriving just a moment before her sister reaches her station from the apron. McGinty barely even twitches in the direction of the Natural Clones, but that's enough for the Valley on the outside--we'll say Beverly--to raise a warning finger. "Keep her back, ref!" Bev snaps, and though grudgingly, the referee does indeed move to make sure the sisters aren't disturbed, so long as Alyson is safely within her corner. Subterfuge having failed, Aly raises a hand and high fives her sister, Beverly slipping through the ropes with a wary eye.
McGinty waves over the official's shoulder then directs Valley toward her with a backward flex of her index finger. "That's a good girl." Mariel turns to the twins' stepmom. "Seems I have a stronger leash on them than you." McGinty raises her brow and a wide grin emerges. The zebra steps aside and the lanky blonde Amazon isn't about to wait for Beverly to take the fight to her. A couple long, loping strides bring the blonde close enough to lift a big boot toward the chin of the advancing Valley.
When you're known as Leggs, Inc.--however deserved those credentials might be--it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out your favorite weapons, or to anticipate when you might use them. Sure enough, as the towering blonde jumps into what most assuredly would have been a devastating big boot, Beverly ducks and charges underneath the extended stem. And without Bev's presence to intercept the boot, McGinty's luscious leg shoots over the top rope. Having successfully evaded decapitation, the former tag champ wheels around to Mariel's back, driving a quick forearm shot to her foe's kidney region, prompting a small cry from McGinty. "Hey!" the ref snaps. "I kept her off you when you were in the corner..."
As he ushers Valley back toward center ring, Alyson slips around the ringpost, reaching to take McGinty's ankle--sos that she can hop off the apron and down to the floor.
As Beverly discusses the fairness of having the ref accompany her a safe distance from McGinty, her twin pulls Mariel's right leg farther over the uppermost cable. Leaning back to avoid a wincing, swiping Mariel, Valley drops to the canvas and THWUNG. Leggs Inc has a sudden corporate takeover attempt from Crotch Unlimited as the juncture of the blonde's thighs is driven deep into the rubber-coated steel of the strand. Mariel is left 'riding' the top rope and though her lengthy legs allow her to place tiptoes close to the canvas, it makes it all the more painful when they come up short and her privates take the pounding. Grabbing both ankles, Alyson forces another couple 'bounces' on the cable before releasing and backing away. Mariel's eyes roll back, her pained shout emerging as a squeak, hands glued to her crotch as she tries to push her way off.
Seeing Alyson depart the scene of her crime, Beverly finally brushes past the official and marches toward the rope-straddling McGinty. And while her legs might not be anywhere near as long as either of her opponents tonight, Bev nevertheless demonstrates that they're lengthy enough to reach and strike the top rope when she launches a kick toward the rubber coated steel. Mariel catches a small break when she slumps back toward the inner confines of the ropes, toppling to the canvas rather than making the much further tumble to the concrete floor. The leggy blonde rolls to her side, thighs clenched together, but Beverly forces McGinty to her back after diving on top of her.
Straddling Mariel's stomach, Bev purrs, "Total package, you say? Seems to me like you at least could have put a few kleenex in your top." Valley's curled fingers plunge toward McGinty's bosom, the ex-tag team champion aiming to latch on her claws.
Valley sinks her nails into the leggy blonde's modest chest and the effort seems to send an electric current through McGinty's body. As Bev tightens her grip, Mariel squeals in pain, lifting her shoulders off the canvas not only to break the 'ONE' count but also to get in range for a right cross at Valley. Beverly slips under the wide swing and punishes 'Legs' with another cinching of her palms against the tender tissue. Mariel, still crunching her abs as best she can, starts to buck her lower limbs, trying to shake Valley off.
As much as Bev enjoys the feel of McGinty's sensitive flesh yielding to her fingers and the sounds of the blonde's anguished wails, she knows she can't maintain her perch for very much longer. So she RIIIPS her talons away just before she's dislodged by a particularly forceful jostle. Scrambling back to her feet, Valley quickly turns and adds a couple of stomps to Mariel's traumatized bosom before reaching down and grabbing a handful of hair. Pulling the normally taller blonde up to her knees, Beverly steps over her opponent's left thigh as she stoops down and reaches under her right arm, looking to maximize her leverage with this particular abdominal stretch--even before Alyson might seek to offer her a helping hand.
LOW ANGLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E9oxU_P0aM
Bringing the near six-footer down to size, Valley steps into her ab shredder, not only stretching the long lean blonde's side but tearing into it with another claw to double the anguish. Barely feeling the burn subside from her chest, the leggy phenom gets to endure a flawless submission from the former tag champion. The ref gets in close to Mariel's opposite side, asking McGinty if she wants to give. The blonde growls out a 'no' that becomes a high-pitched wail when Beverly removes her claw only to grab onto Alyson's outstretched hand, her twin doubling the leverage of the abdominal stretch. Across the ring, the co-founder of Leggs, Inc can take no more. Valerie steps through the ropes and races to the rescue only to be pointed out by a barking Rachelle Leah. The ref intercepts and begins to shuffle the bitterly complaining brunette back to her corner, while the tag team twins continue to break down the Amazon rookie.
"I know you wanna give up," Beverly whispers, smirking as Aly pulls back harder on her hand. "You can, you know... not like the ref's gonna hear you." Indeed, the official remains in a heated discussion with the other half of Leggs, Inc., neither side budging from their position in the slightest. For the Valley Girls, such discord is their cue to further amp up the mischief. Releasing Bev's hand, Alyson slips through the ropes, and as she does Beverly relinquishes the ab stretch and pushes the bigger blonde down to her hands and knees. Swinging a well shaped stem over McGinty's back, Bev settles into a crouch and starts to slip Mariel's arms up and over her thighs. As she does that, the other Valley turns her attention to those fearsome gams, intending to add a Boston Crab to her sister's camel clutch.
Teaching a hard lesson that many a FAWN phenom had learned, Mariel finds out just how devious and dangerous even relatively short-time veterans like the Valley Girls can be as they attempt to touch McGinty's boot soles to the crown of her head with the Clutch/Crab combo. The crowd's incessant booing does little to grab the ref's attention. Mariel's breaking back forces McGinty to scream in agony, but the cupped hands of Beverly under Mariel's chin muffle the sound through McGinty's pursed lips. Distraught, the slender leggy brunette evacuates and points at the tag teaming, pleading for the ref to stop the vicious interplay before her partner's backbone is snapped.
After escorting Stipanovic back to her corner, the referee turns... and for the life of him, he doesn't know WHY he's surprised to see both Valleys in the ring, attacking McGinty. "Gawddammit, girls," he sighs in exasperation, but then stops himself as he's again confronted with the classic Valley Girl conundrum: exactly which one of the two did he kick out of the ring? How could he tell which one had been applying the abdominal stretch before Valerie had distracted him. "Alright, one of you, OUT!"
"BUT *I'M* LEGAL!" both Valley's declare, in frighteningly perfect unison.
"YOU CAN'T *BOTH* BE LEGAL!!!!"
"Hey!" Aly suddenly exclaims, raising her index finger excitedly. "I have an idea!"
"What's that?" Bev asks, pulling back a little harder on McGinty's chin. "Why don't we ask Legs McGee here which hold she MOST wants broken?"
"BOTPPHHH!" Mariel spits from between clenched teeth. The Valleys give the rookie credit for a sense of humor in the situation. It would be nice if they had released as a reward, but in truth it's because the count is up to 'FOUR'. McGinty sighs in relief as she stretches out to her full long length beneath the now standing twins.
"As I said," the official demands. "One...out."
As the Valleys consider, Mariel starts to slither her long frame toward her partner. Valerie stands on the bottom rope, stretching out her hand even though it's yards away from saving her partner.
"Uhhh, Bev...?" Alyson asks, cheekily pointing a finger toward the opposite corner and the crawling McGinty.
Now, had she been on her feet, no doubt Mariel's ridiculously long legs could have carried her the distance from one side of the ring to the other in no time flat, but the blonde is considerably slower on her belly. Having alerted her sister to McGinty's efforts to try to take the Valleys' ball and go home, Alyson withdraws to the apron as Beverly halts Mariel's escape with a stomp to the lower back. Grabbing the bigger blonde's ankles, Bev rolls the rookie sensation to her back before stuffing McGinty's boots under her arms. "You're going the wrong way," Bev grins. "Here, let me help." With that, Valley begins to fall back, intending to send Mariel flying into the former tag champs' corner with a catapult.
With the ref's determined efforts to get one Valley Girl on the outside, he's standing toward the former tag champs' corner and before Beverly cam launch the long flaxen-haired drink of water across the canvas, Stipanovic is perfectly willing to bend the rules for payback. With Valley's focus on Mariel, she fails to notice Valerie grab the top rope with a pair of white knuckle grips. 'Stems' does some catapulting of her own, sending herself over the top, hoping to clear her long lower limbs over the cables and slingshot her way to a clothesline of the natural clone.
And apparently, the leggy can fly with the greatest of ease, Valerie sailing through the air and connecting with a scythe-like arm that knocks Beverly backward. But for a moment, it looks like this might end up being a rookie mistake, since her partner's feet remain underneath the former tag team champion's arms. McGinty is lifted into the air as Valley begins to fall, but her boots soon slip loose, dropping the bigger blonde to the canvas rather than launching her toward the buckles. As Beverly rolls over to her stomach, cradling the back of her head with both arms, the referee turns his attention to a rising Stipanovic. "Don't you think I have it hard enough with THEM?" he asks the brunette, before motioning for the rookie to return to her corner.
"Fine," Valerie says, throwing up her arms to the ref. But just as quickly, they lower and her hands locks with McGinty's. "I'm leaving," Stipanovic adds. She starts to drag the blonde to the Leggs, Inc. corner so she can make a quick transition to the outside and tag in as the new legal participant. But first there's the business of towing Mariel to the corner. The ref shakes his head, perhaps considering himself lucky that at least this cheating is for defense instead of offense.
"Oh, HELL no," Alyson mutters from the former tag champs' corner, under her breath--certainly not wanting to draw either the official's or especially Valerie's toward her objection. "Bytch isn't beating us at our own game..."
Down on the floor, Rachelle STARTS to shout something, until she catches her stepdaughter's eye, a look passing between them that keeps the Step-MILF's protest inside. As quickly but as quietly as she can, Aly slips through the ropes--and with the brunette's gaze lowered toward the leggy blonde that is currently her cargo, Valley charges with an outstretched arm, hoping to connect with a wicked running clothesline of her very own...
Stipanovic tows her cargo within a couple steps of home when the charging Valley collides with her clothesline. With Valerie dipped to better drag her dazed partner to the Leggs Inc corner, Alyson catches 'Stems' flush across the neck, breaking her grip on 'Legs' and sending Valerie stumbling, her back crashing into the buckles behind her. 'Stems' arms flop over the top ropes on either side to keep herself upright, Mariel at her feet, the Incorporate Amazons finding the former champs more than a match at the moment.
Alyson follows Valerie into her corner, delivering a boot to the brunette's midsection that begins Stipanovic sinking toward a seat. That process becomes faster when Valley transitions from kicks to stomps, the Natural Clone looking to transform Stipanovic's bosom into a mudhole. The referee starts to interject, but then seems to recall that NEITHER of these two are the legal women at the moment--and of the two women who ARE legal, Beverly is pulling Mariel to her feet. With a smirk, the buxom blonde whips her taller foe back toward the Valley corner, illiciting a groan from the crowd as Valerie's valiant efforts are rendered in vain. McGinty hits the buckles hard, her trademark stems giving out and sending her crashing to her backside.
Bev STARTS to follow her foe, but about halfway there, she abruptly reverses course--and without having cast the first glance back toward her sister, Alyson seems to have had the same idea. She turns away from the fallen Stipanovic, and suddenly both Valley Girls are sprinting toward one another. At mid-ring, the duo each interlace an arm and do-si-do, before each woman is sent hurtling toward one of her foes. As the official tries to work out which of the Natural Clones is which, Aly and Bev leave their feet, twisting their hips to introduce their backsides to the mugs of Leggs, Inc. via simultaneous Tush Pushes.
TUSH PUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4RE8_49KeI
With Leggs, Inc reclined, their long lower limbs stretched in front of them, the heads of the rookies in a simultaneous stunned bobble, the twins roar in. Twisting as they charge toward their targets, the Valleys shift their hips and PLANT stereo Tush Pushes, rocking the reeling noobs. The noggins of Valerie and Mariel are thrust back then snap forward. The twins bounce away and immediately charge in the other direction to double their fun with a second application of tushes that sends the rooks flopping to their side, the only thing interrupting Beverly and Alyson's fun.
Give the youngsters credit, though, as McGinty soon begins to drag herself out of the Valley corner, crawling on her stomach as instinct compels her to reach her corner and make the tag. Perhaps surprisingly, the Valley that had just dealt Mariel her second helping of southern California tush--for the record, Alyson--appears content to recline against the ropes and watch the leggier blonde's progress--possibly because she's well aware that Beverly is in the process of kicking Valerie underneath the bottom rope, the brunette tumbling to the floor in a heap. With the numbers now in their favor, Aly pushes away from the cables and saunters over to the determined rookie, stooping down to claim a handful of hair.
Bev turns away from the Leggs corner, with the official hoping that she is now about to make an exit of her own... No such luck. Instead, as she suddenly turns and charges toward the ropes behind McGinty, Alyson pivots and races toward the opposite cables. And as the former tag champs rebound toward their woozy, wobbling prey, Aly extends an arm while Bev lowers her shoulder, the Natural Clones aiming to connect with a perfectly synchronized lariat and chop block combo that would indeed be Sweet 'n' Sweeter.
Tasting serious adversity for the first time, a blurry and blue-eyed McGinty wobbles drunkenly on her pins, seemingly confused as she looks to her corner and sees it empty. It only registers for a moment as she gets the taste of the Valley's own special brand of twin magic. To the second, Alyson and Beverly NAIL the nearly six-footer from both directions, Aly leaping into her lariat while Bev chop blocks Mariel viciously from behind. Together, they send McGinty into the deck with a resounding THWAP, the blonde's back and the back of her head SLAMMING into the canvas, the impact drawing a worried 'OOOOH' from the crowd.
"Seriously," the official sighs, "one of you, OUT!"
It's a true sign of his exasperation that he doesn't even bother directing the command at EITHER Valley, but Beverly answers with shockingly little protest. "Fine," the ex-tag champ mutters, slipping through the ropes and out to the apron. Meanwhile, Aly grabs McGinty's ankles and drags the rookie closer to enemy territory. Bev barely has time to get comfortable in the Valley's corner when her twin sister extends her hand, and she promptly makes the tag. Alyson then quickly re-establishes a grip on both of Mariel's ankles as she circles her foe to stand just above her head. And with Aly holding McGinty's gams open wide, Beverly ascends to the top turnbuckle, from which she can launch her Muff Dive headbutt.
But before Bev can take flight, Valerie is through the ropes and taking long strides across the canvas to break up another double-up on her partner. With Beverly perched, she flashes a look at Alyson and that's all it takes for the twin to know the cavalry needs to be interrupted. The slightest of nods from Bev sends Aly's left boot back in a donkey kick that finds the long tanned expanse of Valerie's tummy. Bent and groaning, Stipanovic is stopped in her tracks. Alyson drops McGinty's ankles, letting the blonde's legs fall to the canvas. Seamlessly, Valley turns and scoops the long lean brunette onto her shoulder, no easy task for the shorter grappler. Turning, she body slams Val down on her partner in a double decker of moaning Leggs, Inc., brunette sandwiching blonde. To the fans’ dismay and the delight of Rachelle Leah, Alyson calls a brilliant audible, scooping up the ankles of both women and spreading each set of incredible long limbs wide. A smirking Beverly nods her head, raises her arms high and wide and launches, DRIVING her head butt into both sets of publicized privates. Both women sit up rigidly, hands reaching toward their crotches, though only Val has good access, mouths in wide ‘O’s, dark and blue eyes respectively, wider.
As Bev rolls away from the whimpering phenoms, Alyson peels Stipanovic off her partner and tosses her through the ropes, the brunette crashing to the floor at the feet of Rachelle Leah. Aly, meanwhile, reaches down and hairhauls Mariel up to rubbery, if still exquisitely shapely, legs. "You two kids may have a bright future," the former tag champ purrs, "but you're not QUITE ready to hang with the Big Girls yet, are you?"
While there's something to be said for the humor in Alyson's choice of words toward the taller blonde, it's decidedly less funny when she nudges her head between McGinty's thighs and abruptly starts to straighten up--roughly mashing the back of Valley's head into Mariel's crotch in the process. But this isn't just mean spirited sadism on Aly's part. No, the Natural Clone hopes the impact will be strong enough to make the task of rising to her full height a little less arduous, which would leave the rookie hanging down against Valley's back. And that, as longtime FAWNatics know, is a recipe for disaster against these twins.
More than a little desperation in the air, a determined Valerie shrugs her way free of a grasping Rachelle Leah and slides into the squared circle. Before, the twins can put an end to the newbies undefeated FAWN record, it's the long lean brunette diving into the back of Beverly's right knee. Valley yelps in pain as she collapses to both, Bev quickly in a flailing, scrapping scramble with 'Stems'. For her part, 'Legs' clamps down with her lower limbs, perhaps reflexively tightening around the inserted noggin of Alyson. Having placed herself in a standing head scissors and now unable to draw Mariel more than a foot off the floor in three tries, Valley finds the vise growing tighter and McGinty ready to drop to her knees to send a paralyzing shockwave through the former champ's neck and spine.
McGinty's counter comes out of nowhere, and it is every bit as stunning as appears destructive. As the crown of Alyson's skull hits the mat, the Natural Clone is lifted off her feet, but only momentarily. Somehow, her soles manage to touch back down when her head pops free of McGinty's succulent thighs, the former tag team champion sent whiplashing up to her full height as she rocks back onto her heels. The curvaceous blonde's eyes are very much on tilt as she stumbles backward, her retreat halted only when her back meets the buckles of her very own corner, Aly's arms flopping over the top rope. Valley's head lolls back on her shoulders, her eyes appearing to trail fluttering birdies around her noggin as she tries to regroup. But while she might be in her corner, there won't be any tags coming, not with Beverly and Valerie rolling back and forth across the canvas behind McGinty.
With the crowd roaring, McGinty seems in a fight between adrenaline and the results of the asskicking she's been taking over the past minutes. The rookie's juice seems to win out as she waves to the fans while staggering to the opposite corner. There she spins to face the corner-bound Alyson and starts on a long-legged journey across the canvas, increasing her speed as she reaches mid-ring, her incredible right gam extending as she closes in to Big Boot the twin in the chin and REALLY send the cuckoos chirping around Valley's braincase.
'Leggs' launches herself toward the dazed Alyson, and this time, there is NO avoiding McGinty's extended stem or her bootleather. The youngster's sole SMASHES into Valley's jaw, SNAPPING the blonde's head backward with a resounding, almost disturbing 'THWAACK!!!!' The buxom blonde's noggin then slumps forward, her eyes crossing for a moment as her body is left with little choice but to follow where her head leads. Aly staggers out of the corner in criss-crossing steps, barely managing to remain upright as she approaches the still entwined forms of her sister and Stipanovic. Suddenly, either by luck or awareness, Valerie rolls off of Beverly just as Alyson pitches forward, tumbling down between her twin's parted stems-- and driving her forehead into Bev's crotch in an abbreviated but still agonizing Muff Dive.
Rachelle Leah's hands flash to her head in disbelief as the FAWNatics enjoy an especially good laugh at the twins' expense. With Beverly seated, lower lip trembling, she pushes her sister's face out of her lap. But only in time for a rebounding Valerie to catch her with a reverberating soccer kick to the chest that floors the blonde. Mariel collects the discarded Aly, the zebra seemingly having ceded this match to free-for-all status. McGinty pulls Aly to her knees and leaves her, sprinting to the ropes behind her. When Valley moves from two knees to one, a cartwheeling Mariel arrives. She leans into Valley with a handstand while her lower limbs seek to encircle Aly's braincase with a headscissors, Mariel meaning to SLAM Valley's face into the unforgiving deck
HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKshVnoZobI
For the second time in about a minute, Alyson's forehead makes vicious contact, only the thinly padded plywood of the ring's surface is about as cruel to Aly as Valley's forehead had been to her sister's crotch. The impact launches the curvaceous blonde former tag champion up to her knees, Aly's eyes even more glassy than moments ago, her arms windmilling as she spins away and pitches to her belly. Beverly, meanwhile, rolls away from the action and toward the ropes, one arm folded across her throbbing chest while her other hand paws between her thighs. Rachelle Leah exhorts her to shake it off (see what I did there?) and help out her sister, but alas Bev is too preoccupied with her own troubles.
With the legal Valley in the middle, Valerie plucks Alyson's ankles and twists the twin to her back. Spreading her foe's legs wide, Stipanovic gets an evil look on her face as she stares across the crowd. Valley pleads with 'Stems' frantically. As she does, Mariel heads for the ropes at Valley's side. As her back connects, Valerie leaps into the air, legs extended inside Alyson's. She lands, stretching the groin muscles of Valley to the snapping point. With Alyson rising to a seated position, snatching between her thighs, 'Stems' sends a boot sole into her foe's chest, sending Aly flat and just in time for a front flipping Mariel, who has her legs circling toward a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of Valley.
Alyson's back has barely settled down atop the canvas when the somersaulting McGinty lands two ludicrously long and luscious stems, one collapsing the Natural Clone's windpipe and the other momentarily pancaking Valley's gurls against her breastbone. Valerie promptly rolls away, allowing Aly's stems to sail up and into the air, where they are easily scooped into Mariel's grasp. The rookie blonde pulls those legs tight to her chest, but otherwise remains just as she had landed, her gams holding the former tag team champion down for the...
ONE...
Rachelle Leah plants her hands against Beverly's back, sending one stepdaughter rolling toward the other with a forceful shove...
TWO...
... but Bev only just manages to extricate herself from protective shell she had rolled into before the referee slap off the...
THREE!!!!!!!
... that gives Leggs, Inc. their most impressive victory to date.
Mariel back somersaults off the splayed Valley, popping to her feet. Exhausted, the blonde nearly takes a tumble but 'Stems' catches her partner. The brunette turns McGinty around and the rookies share a hug before Stipanovic raises Mariel's hand high to the sound of the ring announcer. "Your winners by pinfall...Leggs, Incorporated."
The duo use their endless gams to make a photogenic bow in each direction while the buttscooting Beverly tows the still blasted Alyson away with a tug on her wrist. The newbies take center stage to revel in another win, their FAWN stock skyrocketing.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers. Quickly behind, two tall athletic women arrive on cue. One is tawny-skinned with long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, though they share in glaring fashion one incredible characteristic.
”HOT LEGS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and good ole Rod’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. These two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. As they move to the middle of the stage, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the crowd gives the women a loud welcome as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS" STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with a strong ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. From there, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their next targets.
“And at this time,” the announcer resumes, “will you please welcome... Rachelle Leah.”
RACHELLE LEAH:
The crowd certainly DOES welcome the Step-MILF, lustily perhaps but FAR from warmly, as Rachelle emerges atop the ramp. The drop-dead fortysomething blonde wears a curve-hugging, sleek black minidress, and absently passes a microphone back and forth between her hands until the jeers die down. Once they finally do, Rachelle brings the mic to her lips.
“Did you miss us?” the Step-MILF asks with a smirk.
Ordinarily, the response from the FAWNatics is RESOUNDINGLY in the negative, but tonight, something a little different happens. Oh, there’s a burst of boos almost immediately, but one fan responded different, and before long the rest of the crowd followed his lead, leaving one sound to fill the air...
“HAW! HAW! HAW!”
The Step-MILF’s expression turns cold, then warms up considerably.
“Laugh it up, you slugs," Leah responds. “We’ll see how much you’re laughing when these Flavors of the Month leave here on CRUTCHES! Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Hidden Hills, California... Weighing in at 250lbs of the sexiest carnage you can possibly imagine... My pride and joy, the incomparable... the INVINCIBLE... Alyson and Beverly... THE VAAALLLLLLEEEYYY GIIIRRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
ALYSON VALLEY:
BEVERLY VALLEY
The FAWN Arena’s speaker come to life with the pulsing beat of Pink’s “Trouble.” Though only having just recently claimed their proper share of the spotlight, the trio’s exploits are enough to earn them a copious amount of jeers. That is, until the sisters emerge at the top of the ramp. One universal truth of life in FAWN: it didn’t matter how wicked or duplicitous a girl might be, if she was gorgeous, she would receive her share of loud and lustful appreciation.
“TROUBLE”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU&feature=player_embedded
And all three of these women were extremely gorgeous.
Not to mention the younger two being thoroughly identical.
The blonde beauties look exactly the same, even down to their sartorial choices for the evening: classic white fightin’ two-pieces with sequined trim, the tops adorned with the bedazzled script “Totally” and the tushes the word “Bytchin’!”
Rachelle Leah overtakes her stepdaughters once they reach ringside, ascending the steel steps while Aly and Bev jaw with a handful of FAWNatics. Once on the apron, Rachelle takes a seat on the middle rope, holding the cables open for the blonde twins to slide through. One twin—Aly or Bev? Who can tell—stretches and warms up, while the other absently twirls a few blonde locks around one finger.
In the opposite corner, the near six-footers are in mid-discussion. There's no need to look over their shoulders as there wasn't much to strategize between one Valley and the other. Valerie nods and slaps Mariel on the shoulder. McGinty turns to leave and Stipanovic spins to face her foe, 71 inches of lean Amazon ready to bear down on either Valley. Feeling a little cocky with their fast FAWN start, 'Stems' gives whichever twin a pucker of her lips. "Guess it's our turn to use a pair of stepping stones." Val chuckles as she moves out of her corner, the sound of the bell accompanying her.
For the sake of convenience, we'll say that it's Bev who remains in the ring, while Alyson slips through the ropes. "Just wait," Beverly purrs after the bell sounds, sauntering out of her corner. "You DO know Bethany's just been feeding you? Building you two cash cows up, so that when someone finally gives you that ass-kicking you're begging for..." Valley sweeps a hand toward the audience. "That they'll cry just a little harder? Well... Aly and I are gonna enjoy cutting you two down to size." The distance between them having shrunk significantly, Bev suddenly stops... and raises her right hand? A Test of Strength? Really???
The youngster sends a quick glance back to Mariel who shrugs with a grin. "Her mistake," McGinty titters. Stems turns back to Beverly and gives her a shrug by proxy. "Sure." The lanky brunette moves forward and locks up first one hand then the other. Using her crazy height and leverage advantage, Valerie is quickly rolling her wrists over Valley's. She slowly begins to force the blonde down toward one knee in front of her, the crowd going crazy for the phenom.
It's hardly a surprise that the bigger woman quickly begins to drive Beverly down to the canvas, and there's no way that even an airheaded brat like one of the Valley Girls could have expected this to play out any differently--and that is absolutely correct. Suddenly, instead of taking a knee, Bev drops to her backside--and when she does, the former tag team champion sweeps up her legs, planting her feet against Valerie's belly. The curvy blonde then starts to rock back, hoping to effectively monkey flip the rookie to the mat, where her height advantage would be meaningless and her leverage eliminated, and settle into a straddle of Stipanovic's midsection.
Valerie's dark eyes go wide when Valley gives up the rest of the battle, rocking to her back all on her own. Bev plants the sole of her boot in the long expanse of Stems' tummy and sends the rookie over in a front flip. Val lands heavy and hard on her back and the former tag champ quickly joins her, backflipping to a straddle of the long, lean brunette. Stipanovic reaches up to snatch at Valley's golden locks, trying to sweep her sideways in a barrel roll to exchange positions with the twin or, failing that, maybe sneak Bev into a set of body scissors that would start draining the former champ of her juice.
But Beverly shakes her head, making her flaxen tresses a moving target--not that that would frustrate Valley's efforts for long. Bev didn't need long, however--just long enough to reach up and brush that searching hand away. Securing a grip on both of Stipanovic's wrists, the Natural Clone pushes her foe's arms down, pinning them over the brunette's head. "We COULD drag this out..." Bev mutters, then scoots forward, settling her shins down across the rookie's biceps as she drops her tush down hard on Valerie's chest. "But losing in record time is probably even more embarrassing." With Stipanovic's face framed by her thighs, Valley absently reaches her hands up to brush through her hair as the referee slides into position for...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Valerie kicks those long lower limbs with a whiplash action that sends Valley flying off and over the head of her mount. Stipanovic scrambles to her feet as Beverly does the same, both turning toward each other. But as Val does, she's already lifting her endless right gam, aiming the boot WAY at the end toward the chin of the spinning twin.
As Beverly scrambles back to her feet, she is well aware of the dangers of a kick heading her way. And against anyone else, the veteran tag teamer probably would have been ready. But THOSE legs--Valerie's and Mariel's both--are hard to prepare for. Hard to fully understand and gauge their length and their reach, until you're in the ring with them. Stipanovic's heel SMASHES into Valley's jaw, snapping her head back and sending the buxom blonde crashing back to the deck. Her hands flying toward her face, Bev immediately starts to roll toward the ropes, Rachelle Leah waving her urgently toward a quick strategy session.
Valerie ends with a flourish for the fans and by the time she chases after Beverly it's too late to prevent the twin's retreat into her sister's open arms. Valerie waves cheerily to Rachelle Leah who scowls in return. The lanky brunette strides gleefully to the Leggs Inc corner and tags in her blonde buddy. Mariel slides in as Valerie heads in the opposite direction and McGinty claims center stage. "One of you. And I don't care which one. Get your ass in here."
The beaming blonde turns to the FAWNatics and revels in her salty repartee, telling former tag champs what for was hella fun.
After a few final words of--comfort? advice?--Aly and Bev draw away from their stepmother, the Natural Clones moving in near unison back toward the rings. Their actions still eerily synced, the Valley's grab the ropes and pull themselves up onto the apron... and then, contrary to McGinty's direction, BOTH Valley Girls slip through the ropes. "No no no," the referee objects, moving to cut off the blonde to his left. "Back to the corner."
"You can't kick ME out," that Valley contends. "I'M legal!"
The ref starts to shake his head... but then stops. After all, she could be right. So he turns to her sister. "Alright, you! Out!"
"But I'M legal!" the second Valley snaps, stomping a foot like the spoiled brat many think she is... and as she does so, her sister starts to lunge toward Mariel. To his credit, the official spins around and deftly reaches to head her off. But as he contends with one Valley, the other makes her move, reaching out and lashing her bared talons toward the towering blonde's eyes.
McGinty's head snaps back and forth between each Valley, trying to guess which one would be the blue-eyed blonde to attack. When Alyson (or Beverly) reaches for a scrape of her eyes, McGinty raises a folded right leg in front of her and leans the boot into Valley's chest to keep her at bay. "Seriously? You two are as transparent as they come." Mariel moves her head back to keep her face out of reach of the swiping, bitter blonde. Mariel stretches out her leg to move Valley even farther away. "Sorry to break it to you. We aren't just legs. We're the total package without the fast approaching expiration date."
Valley retreats to her corner, arriving just a moment before her sister reaches her station from the apron. McGinty barely even twitches in the direction of the Natural Clones, but that's enough for the Valley on the outside--we'll say Beverly--to raise a warning finger. "Keep her back, ref!" Bev snaps, and though grudgingly, the referee does indeed move to make sure the sisters aren't disturbed, so long as Alyson is safely within her corner. Subterfuge having failed, Aly raises a hand and high fives her sister, Beverly slipping through the ropes with a wary eye.
McGinty waves over the official's shoulder then directs Valley toward her with a backward flex of her index finger. "That's a good girl." Mariel turns to the twins' stepmom. "Seems I have a stronger leash on them than you." McGinty raises her brow and a wide grin emerges. The zebra steps aside and the lanky blonde Amazon isn't about to wait for Beverly to take the fight to her. A couple long, loping strides bring the blonde close enough to lift a big boot toward the chin of the advancing Valley.
When you're known as Leggs, Inc.--however deserved those credentials might be--it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out your favorite weapons, or to anticipate when you might use them. Sure enough, as the towering blonde jumps into what most assuredly would have been a devastating big boot, Beverly ducks and charges underneath the extended stem. And without Bev's presence to intercept the boot, McGinty's luscious leg shoots over the top rope. Having successfully evaded decapitation, the former tag champ wheels around to Mariel's back, driving a quick forearm shot to her foe's kidney region, prompting a small cry from McGinty. "Hey!" the ref snaps. "I kept her off you when you were in the corner..."
As he ushers Valley back toward center ring, Alyson slips around the ringpost, reaching to take McGinty's ankle--sos that she can hop off the apron and down to the floor.
As Beverly discusses the fairness of having the ref accompany her a safe distance from McGinty, her twin pulls Mariel's right leg farther over the uppermost cable. Leaning back to avoid a wincing, swiping Mariel, Valley drops to the canvas and THWUNG. Leggs Inc has a sudden corporate takeover attempt from Crotch Unlimited as the juncture of the blonde's thighs is driven deep into the rubber-coated steel of the strand. Mariel is left 'riding' the top rope and though her lengthy legs allow her to place tiptoes close to the canvas, it makes it all the more painful when they come up short and her privates take the pounding. Grabbing both ankles, Alyson forces another couple 'bounces' on the cable before releasing and backing away. Mariel's eyes roll back, her pained shout emerging as a squeak, hands glued to her crotch as she tries to push her way off.
Seeing Alyson depart the scene of her crime, Beverly finally brushes past the official and marches toward the rope-straddling McGinty. And while her legs might not be anywhere near as long as either of her opponents tonight, Bev nevertheless demonstrates that they're lengthy enough to reach and strike the top rope when she launches a kick toward the rubber coated steel. Mariel catches a small break when she slumps back toward the inner confines of the ropes, toppling to the canvas rather than making the much further tumble to the concrete floor. The leggy blonde rolls to her side, thighs clenched together, but Beverly forces McGinty to her back after diving on top of her.
Straddling Mariel's stomach, Bev purrs, "Total package, you say? Seems to me like you at least could have put a few kleenex in your top." Valley's curled fingers plunge toward McGinty's bosom, the ex-tag team champion aiming to latch on her claws.
Valley sinks her nails into the leggy blonde's modest chest and the effort seems to send an electric current through McGinty's body. As Bev tightens her grip, Mariel squeals in pain, lifting her shoulders off the canvas not only to break the 'ONE' count but also to get in range for a right cross at Valley. Beverly slips under the wide swing and punishes 'Legs' with another cinching of her palms against the tender tissue. Mariel, still crunching her abs as best she can, starts to buck her lower limbs, trying to shake Valley off.
As much as Bev enjoys the feel of McGinty's sensitive flesh yielding to her fingers and the sounds of the blonde's anguished wails, she knows she can't maintain her perch for very much longer. So she RIIIPS her talons away just before she's dislodged by a particularly forceful jostle. Scrambling back to her feet, Valley quickly turns and adds a couple of stomps to Mariel's traumatized bosom before reaching down and grabbing a handful of hair. Pulling the normally taller blonde up to her knees, Beverly steps over her opponent's left thigh as she stoops down and reaches under her right arm, looking to maximize her leverage with this particular abdominal stretch--even before Alyson might seek to offer her a helping hand.
LOW ANGLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E9oxU_P0aM
Bringing the near six-footer down to size, Valley steps into her ab shredder, not only stretching the long lean blonde's side but tearing into it with another claw to double the anguish. Barely feeling the burn subside from her chest, the leggy phenom gets to endure a flawless submission from the former tag champion. The ref gets in close to Mariel's opposite side, asking McGinty if she wants to give. The blonde growls out a 'no' that becomes a high-pitched wail when Beverly removes her claw only to grab onto Alyson's outstretched hand, her twin doubling the leverage of the abdominal stretch. Across the ring, the co-founder of Leggs, Inc can take no more. Valerie steps through the ropes and races to the rescue only to be pointed out by a barking Rachelle Leah. The ref intercepts and begins to shuffle the bitterly complaining brunette back to her corner, while the tag team twins continue to break down the Amazon rookie.
"I know you wanna give up," Beverly whispers, smirking as Aly pulls back harder on her hand. "You can, you know... not like the ref's gonna hear you." Indeed, the official remains in a heated discussion with the other half of Leggs, Inc., neither side budging from their position in the slightest. For the Valley Girls, such discord is their cue to further amp up the mischief. Releasing Bev's hand, Alyson slips through the ropes, and as she does Beverly relinquishes the ab stretch and pushes the bigger blonde down to her hands and knees. Swinging a well shaped stem over McGinty's back, Bev settles into a crouch and starts to slip Mariel's arms up and over her thighs. As she does that, the other Valley turns her attention to those fearsome gams, intending to add a Boston Crab to her sister's camel clutch.
Teaching a hard lesson that many a FAWN phenom had learned, Mariel finds out just how devious and dangerous even relatively short-time veterans like the Valley Girls can be as they attempt to touch McGinty's boot soles to the crown of her head with the Clutch/Crab combo. The crowd's incessant booing does little to grab the ref's attention. Mariel's breaking back forces McGinty to scream in agony, but the cupped hands of Beverly under Mariel's chin muffle the sound through McGinty's pursed lips. Distraught, the slender leggy brunette evacuates and points at the tag teaming, pleading for the ref to stop the vicious interplay before her partner's backbone is snapped.
After escorting Stipanovic back to her corner, the referee turns... and for the life of him, he doesn't know WHY he's surprised to see both Valleys in the ring, attacking McGinty. "Gawddammit, girls," he sighs in exasperation, but then stops himself as he's again confronted with the classic Valley Girl conundrum: exactly which one of the two did he kick out of the ring? How could he tell which one had been applying the abdominal stretch before Valerie had distracted him. "Alright, one of you, OUT!"
"BUT *I'M* LEGAL!" both Valley's declare, in frighteningly perfect unison.
"YOU CAN'T *BOTH* BE LEGAL!!!!"
"Hey!" Aly suddenly exclaims, raising her index finger excitedly. "I have an idea!"
"What's that?" Bev asks, pulling back a little harder on McGinty's chin. "Why don't we ask Legs McGee here which hold she MOST wants broken?"
"BOTPPHHH!" Mariel spits from between clenched teeth. The Valleys give the rookie credit for a sense of humor in the situation. It would be nice if they had released as a reward, but in truth it's because the count is up to 'FOUR'. McGinty sighs in relief as she stretches out to her full long length beneath the now standing twins.
"As I said," the official demands. "One...out."
As the Valleys consider, Mariel starts to slither her long frame toward her partner. Valerie stands on the bottom rope, stretching out her hand even though it's yards away from saving her partner.
"Uhhh, Bev...?" Alyson asks, cheekily pointing a finger toward the opposite corner and the crawling McGinty.
Now, had she been on her feet, no doubt Mariel's ridiculously long legs could have carried her the distance from one side of the ring to the other in no time flat, but the blonde is considerably slower on her belly. Having alerted her sister to McGinty's efforts to try to take the Valleys' ball and go home, Alyson withdraws to the apron as Beverly halts Mariel's escape with a stomp to the lower back. Grabbing the bigger blonde's ankles, Bev rolls the rookie sensation to her back before stuffing McGinty's boots under her arms. "You're going the wrong way," Bev grins. "Here, let me help." With that, Valley begins to fall back, intending to send Mariel flying into the former tag champs' corner with a catapult.
With the ref's determined efforts to get one Valley Girl on the outside, he's standing toward the former tag champs' corner and before Beverly cam launch the long flaxen-haired drink of water across the canvas, Stipanovic is perfectly willing to bend the rules for payback. With Valley's focus on Mariel, she fails to notice Valerie grab the top rope with a pair of white knuckle grips. 'Stems' does some catapulting of her own, sending herself over the top, hoping to clear her long lower limbs over the cables and slingshot her way to a clothesline of the natural clone.
And apparently, the leggy can fly with the greatest of ease, Valerie sailing through the air and connecting with a scythe-like arm that knocks Beverly backward. But for a moment, it looks like this might end up being a rookie mistake, since her partner's feet remain underneath the former tag team champion's arms. McGinty is lifted into the air as Valley begins to fall, but her boots soon slip loose, dropping the bigger blonde to the canvas rather than launching her toward the buckles. As Beverly rolls over to her stomach, cradling the back of her head with both arms, the referee turns his attention to a rising Stipanovic. "Don't you think I have it hard enough with THEM?" he asks the brunette, before motioning for the rookie to return to her corner.
"Fine," Valerie says, throwing up her arms to the ref. But just as quickly, they lower and her hands locks with McGinty's. "I'm leaving," Stipanovic adds. She starts to drag the blonde to the Leggs, Inc. corner so she can make a quick transition to the outside and tag in as the new legal participant. But first there's the business of towing Mariel to the corner. The ref shakes his head, perhaps considering himself lucky that at least this cheating is for defense instead of offense.
"Oh, HELL no," Alyson mutters from the former tag champs' corner, under her breath--certainly not wanting to draw either the official's or especially Valerie's toward her objection. "Bytch isn't beating us at our own game..."
Down on the floor, Rachelle STARTS to shout something, until she catches her stepdaughter's eye, a look passing between them that keeps the Step-MILF's protest inside. As quickly but as quietly as she can, Aly slips through the ropes--and with the brunette's gaze lowered toward the leggy blonde that is currently her cargo, Valley charges with an outstretched arm, hoping to connect with a wicked running clothesline of her very own...
Stipanovic tows her cargo within a couple steps of home when the charging Valley collides with her clothesline. With Valerie dipped to better drag her dazed partner to the Leggs Inc corner, Alyson catches 'Stems' flush across the neck, breaking her grip on 'Legs' and sending Valerie stumbling, her back crashing into the buckles behind her. 'Stems' arms flop over the top ropes on either side to keep herself upright, Mariel at her feet, the Incorporate Amazons finding the former champs more than a match at the moment.
Alyson follows Valerie into her corner, delivering a boot to the brunette's midsection that begins Stipanovic sinking toward a seat. That process becomes faster when Valley transitions from kicks to stomps, the Natural Clone looking to transform Stipanovic's bosom into a mudhole. The referee starts to interject, but then seems to recall that NEITHER of these two are the legal women at the moment--and of the two women who ARE legal, Beverly is pulling Mariel to her feet. With a smirk, the buxom blonde whips her taller foe back toward the Valley corner, illiciting a groan from the crowd as Valerie's valiant efforts are rendered in vain. McGinty hits the buckles hard, her trademark stems giving out and sending her crashing to her backside.
Bev STARTS to follow her foe, but about halfway there, she abruptly reverses course--and without having cast the first glance back toward her sister, Alyson seems to have had the same idea. She turns away from the fallen Stipanovic, and suddenly both Valley Girls are sprinting toward one another. At mid-ring, the duo each interlace an arm and do-si-do, before each woman is sent hurtling toward one of her foes. As the official tries to work out which of the Natural Clones is which, Aly and Bev leave their feet, twisting their hips to introduce their backsides to the mugs of Leggs, Inc. via simultaneous Tush Pushes.
TUSH PUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4RE8_49KeI
With Leggs, Inc reclined, their long lower limbs stretched in front of them, the heads of the rookies in a simultaneous stunned bobble, the twins roar in. Twisting as they charge toward their targets, the Valleys shift their hips and PLANT stereo Tush Pushes, rocking the reeling noobs. The noggins of Valerie and Mariel are thrust back then snap forward. The twins bounce away and immediately charge in the other direction to double their fun with a second application of tushes that sends the rooks flopping to their side, the only thing interrupting Beverly and Alyson's fun.
Give the youngsters credit, though, as McGinty soon begins to drag herself out of the Valley corner, crawling on her stomach as instinct compels her to reach her corner and make the tag. Perhaps surprisingly, the Valley that had just dealt Mariel her second helping of southern California tush--for the record, Alyson--appears content to recline against the ropes and watch the leggier blonde's progress--possibly because she's well aware that Beverly is in the process of kicking Valerie underneath the bottom rope, the brunette tumbling to the floor in a heap. With the numbers now in their favor, Aly pushes away from the cables and saunters over to the determined rookie, stooping down to claim a handful of hair.
Bev turns away from the Leggs corner, with the official hoping that she is now about to make an exit of her own... No such luck. Instead, as she suddenly turns and charges toward the ropes behind McGinty, Alyson pivots and races toward the opposite cables. And as the former tag champs rebound toward their woozy, wobbling prey, Aly extends an arm while Bev lowers her shoulder, the Natural Clones aiming to connect with a perfectly synchronized lariat and chop block combo that would indeed be Sweet 'n' Sweeter.
Tasting serious adversity for the first time, a blurry and blue-eyed McGinty wobbles drunkenly on her pins, seemingly confused as she looks to her corner and sees it empty. It only registers for a moment as she gets the taste of the Valley's own special brand of twin magic. To the second, Alyson and Beverly NAIL the nearly six-footer from both directions, Aly leaping into her lariat while Bev chop blocks Mariel viciously from behind. Together, they send McGinty into the deck with a resounding THWAP, the blonde's back and the back of her head SLAMMING into the canvas, the impact drawing a worried 'OOOOH' from the crowd.
"Seriously," the official sighs, "one of you, OUT!"
It's a true sign of his exasperation that he doesn't even bother directing the command at EITHER Valley, but Beverly answers with shockingly little protest. "Fine," the ex-tag champ mutters, slipping through the ropes and out to the apron. Meanwhile, Aly grabs McGinty's ankles and drags the rookie closer to enemy territory. Bev barely has time to get comfortable in the Valley's corner when her twin sister extends her hand, and she promptly makes the tag. Alyson then quickly re-establishes a grip on both of Mariel's ankles as she circles her foe to stand just above her head. And with Aly holding McGinty's gams open wide, Beverly ascends to the top turnbuckle, from which she can launch her Muff Dive headbutt.
But before Bev can take flight, Valerie is through the ropes and taking long strides across the canvas to break up another double-up on her partner. With Beverly perched, she flashes a look at Alyson and that's all it takes for the twin to know the cavalry needs to be interrupted. The slightest of nods from Bev sends Aly's left boot back in a donkey kick that finds the long tanned expanse of Valerie's tummy. Bent and groaning, Stipanovic is stopped in her tracks. Alyson drops McGinty's ankles, letting the blonde's legs fall to the canvas. Seamlessly, Valley turns and scoops the long lean brunette onto her shoulder, no easy task for the shorter grappler. Turning, she body slams Val down on her partner in a double decker of moaning Leggs, Inc., brunette sandwiching blonde. To the fans’ dismay and the delight of Rachelle Leah, Alyson calls a brilliant audible, scooping up the ankles of both women and spreading each set of incredible long limbs wide. A smirking Beverly nods her head, raises her arms high and wide and launches, DRIVING her head butt into both sets of publicized privates. Both women sit up rigidly, hands reaching toward their crotches, though only Val has good access, mouths in wide ‘O’s, dark and blue eyes respectively, wider.
As Bev rolls away from the whimpering phenoms, Alyson peels Stipanovic off her partner and tosses her through the ropes, the brunette crashing to the floor at the feet of Rachelle Leah. Aly, meanwhile, reaches down and hairhauls Mariel up to rubbery, if still exquisitely shapely, legs. "You two kids may have a bright future," the former tag champ purrs, "but you're not QUITE ready to hang with the Big Girls yet, are you?"
While there's something to be said for the humor in Alyson's choice of words toward the taller blonde, it's decidedly less funny when she nudges her head between McGinty's thighs and abruptly starts to straighten up--roughly mashing the back of Valley's head into Mariel's crotch in the process. But this isn't just mean spirited sadism on Aly's part. No, the Natural Clone hopes the impact will be strong enough to make the task of rising to her full height a little less arduous, which would leave the rookie hanging down against Valley's back. And that, as longtime FAWNatics know, is a recipe for disaster against these twins.
More than a little desperation in the air, a determined Valerie shrugs her way free of a grasping Rachelle Leah and slides into the squared circle. Before, the twins can put an end to the newbies undefeated FAWN record, it's the long lean brunette diving into the back of Beverly's right knee. Valley yelps in pain as she collapses to both, Bev quickly in a flailing, scrapping scramble with 'Stems'. For her part, 'Legs' clamps down with her lower limbs, perhaps reflexively tightening around the inserted noggin of Alyson. Having placed herself in a standing head scissors and now unable to draw Mariel more than a foot off the floor in three tries, Valley finds the vise growing tighter and McGinty ready to drop to her knees to send a paralyzing shockwave through the former champ's neck and spine.
McGinty's counter comes out of nowhere, and it is every bit as stunning as appears destructive. As the crown of Alyson's skull hits the mat, the Natural Clone is lifted off her feet, but only momentarily. Somehow, her soles manage to touch back down when her head pops free of McGinty's succulent thighs, the former tag team champion sent whiplashing up to her full height as she rocks back onto her heels. The curvaceous blonde's eyes are very much on tilt as she stumbles backward, her retreat halted only when her back meets the buckles of her very own corner, Aly's arms flopping over the top rope. Valley's head lolls back on her shoulders, her eyes appearing to trail fluttering birdies around her noggin as she tries to regroup. But while she might be in her corner, there won't be any tags coming, not with Beverly and Valerie rolling back and forth across the canvas behind McGinty.
With the crowd roaring, McGinty seems in a fight between adrenaline and the results of the asskicking she's been taking over the past minutes. The rookie's juice seems to win out as she waves to the fans while staggering to the opposite corner. There she spins to face the corner-bound Alyson and starts on a long-legged journey across the canvas, increasing her speed as she reaches mid-ring, her incredible right gam extending as she closes in to Big Boot the twin in the chin and REALLY send the cuckoos chirping around Valley's braincase.
'Leggs' launches herself toward the dazed Alyson, and this time, there is NO avoiding McGinty's extended stem or her bootleather. The youngster's sole SMASHES into Valley's jaw, SNAPPING the blonde's head backward with a resounding, almost disturbing 'THWAACK!!!!' The buxom blonde's noggin then slumps forward, her eyes crossing for a moment as her body is left with little choice but to follow where her head leads. Aly staggers out of the corner in criss-crossing steps, barely managing to remain upright as she approaches the still entwined forms of her sister and Stipanovic. Suddenly, either by luck or awareness, Valerie rolls off of Beverly just as Alyson pitches forward, tumbling down between her twin's parted stems-- and driving her forehead into Bev's crotch in an abbreviated but still agonizing Muff Dive.
Rachelle Leah's hands flash to her head in disbelief as the FAWNatics enjoy an especially good laugh at the twins' expense. With Beverly seated, lower lip trembling, she pushes her sister's face out of her lap. But only in time for a rebounding Valerie to catch her with a reverberating soccer kick to the chest that floors the blonde. Mariel collects the discarded Aly, the zebra seemingly having ceded this match to free-for-all status. McGinty pulls Aly to her knees and leaves her, sprinting to the ropes behind her. When Valley moves from two knees to one, a cartwheeling Mariel arrives. She leans into Valley with a handstand while her lower limbs seek to encircle Aly's braincase with a headscissors, Mariel meaning to SLAM Valley's face into the unforgiving deck
HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKshVnoZobI
For the second time in about a minute, Alyson's forehead makes vicious contact, only the thinly padded plywood of the ring's surface is about as cruel to Aly as Valley's forehead had been to her sister's crotch. The impact launches the curvaceous blonde former tag champion up to her knees, Aly's eyes even more glassy than moments ago, her arms windmilling as she spins away and pitches to her belly. Beverly, meanwhile, rolls away from the action and toward the ropes, one arm folded across her throbbing chest while her other hand paws between her thighs. Rachelle Leah exhorts her to shake it off (see what I did there?) and help out her sister, but alas Bev is too preoccupied with her own troubles.
With the legal Valley in the middle, Valerie plucks Alyson's ankles and twists the twin to her back. Spreading her foe's legs wide, Stipanovic gets an evil look on her face as she stares across the crowd. Valley pleads with 'Stems' frantically. As she does, Mariel heads for the ropes at Valley's side. As her back connects, Valerie leaps into the air, legs extended inside Alyson's. She lands, stretching the groin muscles of Valley to the snapping point. With Alyson rising to a seated position, snatching between her thighs, 'Stems' sends a boot sole into her foe's chest, sending Aly flat and just in time for a front flipping Mariel, who has her legs circling toward a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of Valley.
Alyson's back has barely settled down atop the canvas when the somersaulting McGinty lands two ludicrously long and luscious stems, one collapsing the Natural Clone's windpipe and the other momentarily pancaking Valley's gurls against her breastbone. Valerie promptly rolls away, allowing Aly's stems to sail up and into the air, where they are easily scooped into Mariel's grasp. The rookie blonde pulls those legs tight to her chest, but otherwise remains just as she had landed, her gams holding the former tag team champion down for the...
ONE...
Rachelle Leah plants her hands against Beverly's back, sending one stepdaughter rolling toward the other with a forceful shove...
TWO...
... but Bev only just manages to extricate herself from protective shell she had rolled into before the referee slap off the...
THREE!!!!!!!
... that gives Leggs, Inc. their most impressive victory to date.
Mariel back somersaults off the splayed Valley, popping to her feet. Exhausted, the blonde nearly takes a tumble but 'Stems' catches her partner. The brunette turns McGinty around and the rookies share a hug before Stipanovic raises Mariel's hand high to the sound of the ring announcer. "Your winners by pinfall...Leggs, Incorporated."
The duo use their endless gams to make a photogenic bow in each direction while the buttscooting Beverly tows the still blasted Alyson away with a tug on her wrist. The newbies take center stage to revel in another win, their FAWN stock skyrocketing.