Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:08:31 GMT
With a Mania shot at America’s Sweethearts waiting, the crowd is amped and ready for the fight to come. Who would get a shot at FAWN’s beloved duo in the biggest show of the year?
As the music of the towering twosome hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly 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 support. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The mega-sized screen and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, each partner turns to the other and glides hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful grappler. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette aren’t as interactive tonight, passing on their usual high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A knowing smirk blossoms on each 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 halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves partially 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 opposite number 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. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner and turn their focus to the stage above, the only roadblock to revenge and a Mania memory.
Leggs were still offering up tickets to the Gam Show when the Announcer proclaimed. “And introducing their opponents, hailing from Arkham Massachusetts and Greentown Illinois respectively and weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-five pounds, Eve Choldstone and Calliope, they are THE FRIGHTENERS!”
HERE COME THE FRIGHTENERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1L3f2oL41k
The Rogue’s Gallery let loose with a peal of maniacal laughter as static and the distinctive warble of a Theremin filled the arena. This was joined after several seconds by slow, distorted chuckles from a single throat, though the pitch and volume changed to frequently it could’ve been a whole chorus of lunatics. The house lights went next, dimming to almost nothing before a bank of spotlights on the stage roared back in an insane panoply of colors. Delighted by this breath from worlds strange and unseen, the Slaybor Day sprang to their feet when hundreds of balloons dropped from the rafters. As the balloons drifted down, a bluish-white mist rose from the stage’s steel grating, the contrasting bits of weirdness fusing into something that delighted and chilled in the same breath. Whatever you called it, the effect was compounded by the background noise, which was slowly coalescing into something more and more like mus--the howl of an electric guitar ripped through the speakers and everyone who wasn’t entirely in their right mind lent their voices to the classic carnival riff.
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
CALLIOPE:
Stepping from gloom shoulder to shoulder, the Fallen Angel of Arkham and the Queen of Outré Space saluted their fellow lunatics with a pair of thumbs dragged across a pair of pale, bare throats.
“Lanky, giggling morons.” Eve said of the Stems and Legs. “They’ve got the legs, but clearly don’t know how to use them. Otherwise they would’ve hauled ass outta here already.”
“I don’t feel so good about this, Eve.” Calliope murmured. “Look at ‘em, they’re stumbling around like newborn colts.”
“Just pretend they’re horrible preppy-giraffe hybrids that need to be put out of their misery before all that pink, sparkly crap can infect the rest of the world. Does that make it better?”
“Ya know… it does. C’mon, let’s get going. I’ve suddenly gotta hankerin’ for drumsticks!”
The Frighteners started toward the ring with Calliope taking because she simply had to cartwheel, flip, handspring or tumble when she found herself in front of a crowd. Eve however was more languid in her approach, the Haunter of the Dark keeping her attention on the Gamazons waiting for them within the squared circle. For this battle at the (at least spiritual, as far as Florida was concerned) end of Summer, Choldstone wore her usual black leather bikini emblazoned with the wispy cobweb design, along with matching black pads and boots and of course the pair of battered, fingerless leather gloves. Calliope on the other hand was dressed like an explosion at Sherwin Williams with her electric blue sequined bikini bottoms and black and green striped halter top. The accessories showed a similar lack of coordination with fire engine red boots, plaid pads and a shiny white smiley face on the seat of her trunks.
Closing on the edge of the squared circle, Eve and Calliope slid under the bottom rope and popped to their feet, then stormed across the ring to the set of ropes facing the hard camera. Ignoring the towering presence of Mariel and Valerie, the Frighteners mounted the second rope, leaned back to ‘cut’ their throats and finished by ‘Pppffffwoooosssshing’ stereo clouds of black mist into the sky overhead. Hopping down as the mist stippled their shoulders and biceps, Eve and Cali offered their foes matching malicious smiles before heading to the opposite corner so Al Carpenter could run through his final inspection.
Though both teams were still mid-conference when the bell sounded, it didn’t take more than a second or two for Eve and Mariel to take point for their respective tandems. Closing quickly despite giving up eleven pounds and five inches, Choldstone looked McGinty up and down and mused, “Tall, blonde, favors pink togs? It’s like you check all the most important boxes on my ‘What’s your favorite ass to kick’ li--”
Mariel lunged forward, her right foot pistoning straight through the spot most recently occupied by her foe’s chin. Popping out of her tumble on the other side of the towering blonde, Eve managed to land a single stinging kick to the back of McGinty’s left thigh before Legs whipped ‘round and caught a double handful of hair. “Watch your mouth, pint-size!” Mariel demanded in the midst of stuffing one black-sheathed knee into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. It sounded like the sort of statement that would precede a threat, but the Pennsylvania native only shifted her hands (one to Eve’s right shoulder, the other under her left armpit) and pivoted her hips, all the better to sling the Fallen Angel halfway across the squared circle with a hefty Biel Toss!
More than a little impressed by the height McGinty imposed on her opposition, the FAWNatics let out a second loud ‘OOHHHH!’ when Choldstone adjusted mid-descent and landed in another tumble that brought her up not too far from the Frighteners corner!
“Stretch Legstrong is in a bad mood tonight, Eve.” Calliope advised her partner. “Don’t know why, you’d think all that glitter would be enough to make anyone happy!”
Eve rolled her shoulders to work out the worst kink of the landing. “She’s not in a bad mood Cali, she’s just pampered. Isn’t that right, Stretch? You and Kimmy Longtorso over there are pouting because Bethany didn’t just hand you another shot at the Sweethearts even though they already dropped you on your prissy little faces.”
“I’m only mad she didn’t get us a REAL Tag Team to face.” Mariel snapped back. “I wanted Collusion or the Hellions, I’d have even taken the Bloodwinds. But no, all I get is leather fetish Wednesday Adams and her pet freak.”
The Haunter of the Dark raised her fists to chest-level and began to advance. “Well ya talk decent trash, at least.” she admitted. “Too bad it’s going to get your teeth kicked into the lower deck.”
Mariel only planted her feet in a defiant ‘V’ and raised her right hand high overhead. “Think you can reach this high, brat? Or should I get down on one knee for--” THWHAP!
Eve lashed a kick into the blonde’s left thigh, then did it again when McGinty didn’t back up fast enough for her liking. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be down on your knees soon enough.” Choldstone smirked. “But you’ll do it on my--”
Mariel lunged too fast for Eve to dip aside so she twisted to one side and PWAAAKED her right foot deep into that svelte blonde midsection! Running the ropes as soon as she saw McGinty double over, the Monster bounced out and came back twice as fast to ensure Mariel was still sucking wind when the brunette palmed her head at chin and crown and somersaulted over onto her back to whip Legs to the canvas with a snappy Flipping Neckbreaker! McGinty landed awkwardly on the back of her head and shoulders, rolled through to a seat and was promptly smeared across the canvas by an aggressive Back Press from Choldstone. Far leg cinched tight, Eve nodded in time with the…
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHSddDgG30c
ONE…
Mariel powered free with authority, her escape sending Eve into an involuntary barrel roll. Ignoring the twinge in her neck to reclaim verticality in short order, McGinty raked a hand through her hair while fixing Choldstone with a baleful glare. “You think you’re cute, freak?”
“I think I’m looking forward to kicking your narrow ass.” Eve chided. “If you ever stop hiding it from me, that isSERRGGHH!”
No dodging this time around, McGinty swept Choldstone into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up and marched her to a neutral corner before the Frightener could offer more than a grunt of protest. The buckles and ring-post beyond kept Eve from progressing any farther, but this didn’t stop Mariel from continuing to press close, the willowy blonde battler just tummying up to craaaaaaaaaaaank Eve’s head backward over the top rope.
Correct in his assumption that McGinty wouldn’t relent without some prompting, Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “Break it up, Mariel!”
“Sorry, sorry, I got carried away.” Mariel admitted as she raised her hands to shoulder level and cleared off while Eve slumped against the buckles.
“That’s all right, just take a breath and--”
“Hey, I didn’t ask you for a count, did I?”
“What? Umh, no. Why?”
“Just asking.” The answer was barely out of the blonde’s mouth when she grabbed hold of the ropes to Choldstone’s right, then brought up her right foot and wedged it beneath the shorter wrestler’s chin! Pushing up on her tiptoes to alleviate the pressure of the encroaching boot, Eve’s predicament got that much worse when Mariel stretched out in what was effectively a standing Split!
CORNER BOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm1mtq4XYm4
“That’s right Mar, choke her out!” Val called from the Incorporated corner. “Teach her what happens to Munchkins that run their mouths!”
That’s exactly what Mariel would’ve done if that sad-sack Al Carpenter hadn’t started barking a count far too loud to ignore. Freeing Eve’s throat at the count of ‘FOUR!’, McGinty rolled her eyes at Carpenter but ultimately paused her attack long enough to satisfy the rules. Unfortunately for Eve she was still rather short of breath when Legs grabbed a handful of hair and peeled her off the buckles and into a snug Front Facelock. Slinging the brunette’s near arm over her shoulders, Mariel looked around and caught Calliope watching quite intently.
“You’ll stay out there all night if you know what’s good for you, weirdo.”
Cali climbed onto the bottom rope and bounced in place. “Never have, never will! See ya soon, Stretchoooohhhh ouchies.”
In no mood for Calliope’s brand of freaky, McGinty hoisted her adversary up for a Vertical Suplex but instead of falling backward with Choldstone the blonde twisted her hips ever so slightly and simply flung the Fallen Angel across the ring. No fancy mid-air adjustments this time around, Eve THWHAMMED against the deck hard enough to make the ring shake so no one was really surprised when McGinty rushed over and pasted her down with a tight Lateral Press.
RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI-rQzSUDE8
ONE…
TWO…
The Black-Hearted Brunette kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, Eve cursing with incredulity that Legs would try to dismiss her so quickly. “Oh shut up.” Mariel snapped as she scraped the brunette off the mat. “Everyone knows you’re not tall enough to go on this ride anyOOOFH!”
Choldstone stuffed a hard Headbutt into the blonde’s stomach which gave her just enough time to rock McGinty back a few steps with a quick shove. More startled than hurt by the escape, Mariel caught her balance in an instant and came out swinging with a big Haymaker aimed at Eve’s-- the Monster hooked her right arm around the blonde’s right elbow to thwart the punch, then dipped forward and brought her right leg up ‘n over to THWHACK the side of her boot against Mariel’s forehead! Leggs stumbled, dropped into a deep crouch and bounced right back up to “NNNNGGGHH!”
SCORPION KICK & BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=egYblaL39Wo
Eve pumped a Bicycle Kick into the Pennsylvanian’s mouth to drop her to the mat for the first time that night. Mariel landed on her hip and shoulder, rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to one knee all in a single sinuous motion. She was on her way back up when Eve strolled over and pounded a Kneelift into her temple. “Don’t even think about leaving just yet, Stretch.” Choldstone muttered once she’d collected the blonde’s noggin in a Side Headlock. “It’s time you took a tour of the weird side of town.”
With Mariel’s cheek grinding against the point of her hip, Eve set off in search of the Queen of Outré Space.
But first Choldstone introduced the crown of McGinty’s skull to the top buckle like a battering ram before she handed off to Calliope, tagging the peculiar pugilist. Eve’s partner cupped her hands behind the head of the blonde from the outside and scoured the buckle with Mariel’s face before joining the Monster in the confines with a collective grip on their long-limbed foe.
Ignoring Al’s complaints, the dangerous duo backed McGinty into the ropes by her wrists and bounded out, heaving the lanky Mariel across the ring. The long strides ate up the space and quickly, the blonde rebounding toward both Frighteners, Cali and Eve positioned mid-ring. Each dipped as Mariel approached and took responsibility for pressing their side of the blonde UP AND OVER in a majestic Back Body Drop, the long looping limbs a sight to see until the Incorporated blonde landed flush on her tailbone, shockwave moving up and down her spine, Mariel’s face twisted in pain.
Barely after their foe touched ground, Eve and Calliope were racing in opposite directions, hitting the cables and sprinting back at their target. As Cali NAILED Mariel’s chest with a Dropkick, Choldstone swung a Soccer Kick in from behind, CRUNCHING the boot into the back of the blonde’s head just as cranium was rocketing toward her from Calliope’s attack.
While Leggs, Inc had shown themselves to be far from Sweethearts when it came to their tactics, they’re still a popular pair, particularly when facing the enigmatic brunettes. It’s no surprise the crowd groaned sympathetically from the dual impacts. They fell silent watching McGinty timber from her seat to a shoulder, barely lucid after the double team.
With Mariel limp and vulnerable and Carpenter counting her continued attendance, Eve finally chose to head for the exit. Meanwhile, Calliope landed a rib-crushing Senton atop Legs’ bared right side. She shoved McGinty to her back and climbed aboard, ready to ride the dazed Amazon to a chance at the tag titles with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel shoved Calliope off, McGinty working a surprising amount of power through her slender arms. She heaved Cali to her feet, the Queen of Outré Space responding with an Elbow Drop to Mariel’s sternum.
“Don’t be petulant,” the baffling brunette complained. “You don’t have to be a show-off…like me.”
Cali pushed Mariel to her chest and mounted her in a crouching, forward-facing straddle. She secured one arm over a knee, then posted likewise on the opposite side before giving a forearm shiver to the blonde’s right temple.
“When I show off, people get hurt.”
Cali proved it, fish-hooking her index fingers into the corners of Mariel’s mouth and yanking back like she’s got a long-legged lake trout on the line. McGinty’s face was twisted in pain, her features deformed by Calliope’s Ali Baba Clutch.
As a delighted Eve applauded from the sidelines and Valerie pleaded with her partner to somehow survive the torture if not immediately make it to her for a tag, a beaming Cali pulled back far enough to send Mariel’s gaze to the rafters.
“Please…don’t…tap!” she purred to Legs, McGinty’s eyes welling.
Al took a different tact, giving McGinty the opportunity to surrender, giving up another chance at upending the Sweethearts, this time at Mania. But there’s evidently no way Mariel’s letting someone else end that sickening underdog story but Stems and herself. McGinty grunted out a successfully interpreted ‘no’, Carpenter waving his arms in a ‘safe’ signal to let the rest of the arena know. The refusal earned McGinty a removal of Cali’s hooks but also a vicious SLAM of the blonde’s face into the deck by the disappointed deviant.
Cali popped to her feet and ‘drove by’ Stipanovic, sticking out her tongue at the even taller brunette, Val pushing six feet even. Stems took a swipe at the giggling Cali who easily ducked under and waggled a finger at the fuming brunette. And while the Queen of Outré Space had her fun, McGinty responded to the rhythmic clap of the crowd, slowly pushing to her knees then feet. She wobbled like a newborn colt until Calliope turned and leapt into the towering blonde, garnering a Front Facelock on a horizontal plane, the brunette level atop McGinty’s shoulders for a split-second before throwing her body weight to the canvas, laying out and absolutely SPIKING Mariel’s skull into the canvas with her Freak Out.
FREAK OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4EplnvA374
The tall tag teamer was a sight to see in a momentary headstand, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ from the sheer force of the brutal impact, Legs tumbling over figuratively and literally, ending in a splayed spreadeagle, out cold.
Cali crawled to her flattened foe and hooked a leg for the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Realizing the Amazon from Slippery Rock wasn’t moving a shoulder with empty air atop her let alone a crazed contender like Cali, Stems entered and BLASTED the left temple of Calliope with a flash kick that pushed the Frightener off her flaxen-maned foe, saving Leggs Inc. from certain ruin.
Not about to see her partner interrupted without a hefty penalty, Choldstone swept through the strands and raced toward the Angeleno. She sprang into the towering brunette and tried to pull off a Freak Out of her own but before she could swing herself back and follow through, Val got her hands up and heaved the smaller grappler off, effectively if perhaps not purposefully, sending Eve into a Dropkick of the rising Calliope.
Cali’s floored by the Monster, Choldstone’s errant boots colliding with her partner’s chin and leaving her in a heap. A furious and frustrated Eve hopped to her feet, dark doe eyes burning a laser through the long-limbed Stipanovic, the illegal entrants in significantly better shape than those rightfully within the squared circle.
“Ladies,” Al insisted, “It’s time to leave.”
“Like hell, it is,” Choldstone growled, charging the backpedaling Val, Stems pulling Carpenter between them and letting Al run point. As the official wrapped his arms around a leaping Eve, catching her airborne, Valerie backed to the ropes behind her and rebounded, lifting a Big Boot that sailed over Carpenter’s right shoulder and CRASHED between the eyes of the Monster. The impact sent Al stumbling forward and he accidentally SPLASHED Choldstone to the deck.
As Al sprawled to his back, leaving the ring in complete anarchy, Valerie noticed a rising Calliope out of the corner of her eyes, Cali up to one knee. With Mariel only now beginning to stir, Val continued to lay down the law and make the ring hers, PLOWING a split-leg Yakuza Kick to Calliope’s jaw that delivered the green-haired grappler back to the canvas in a daze.
Stipanovic gazed around the ring as the other inhabitants, including the referee, try to recover. She lifted both arms for a pose, kissing each bicep in turn.
“I’m from L.A., bytches. You don’t frighten me!”
No answer from either half of the opposition, so Valerie strolled over to Carpenter and swatted the back of his head until the ref began to stir. Satisfied he’d be up and annoying sooner than later, Stipanovic started toward her partner only to detour to Calliope instead. “Get up, monster midget.” she ordered even before she’d filled her hands with the weirdo’s hair.
Switching over to a Wristlock as soon as Cali was vertical, Valerie pointed the Frightener toward Leggs’ corner and sent her off on the double with an Irish Whip. The One Woman Freak Show made good time, perhaps even better than Stipanovic had expected. Certainly the towering brunette was more than a little surprised when Calliope hopped up and twisted around in mid-air to land seated on the top turnbuckle! “What’re ya doing over there, Kimmy Longtorso? I thought you weren’t afraid of me?”
Stems wasn’t about to take that sort of trash from a gibbering maniac one step removed from Lisa Dream, so she charged in and--THWHAP! Calliope hunched forward and caught her coming in with a Bionic Elbow that Valerie’s legs on ‘tilt’ in a single stroke. Catching hold of the other brunette’s hair before she could get away, the Monster of the Midway pulled her foe into a snug Front Facelock and “NNNGGGHH!” Mariel struck like a sudden storm, the charging blonde pivoting on her left heel so she could whip her right leg up ‘n around in a Spin Kick that caromed off the side of Calliope’s skull!
CORNER SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=odArEAH8vo4
Cali forgot all about Val and the Front Facelock, indeed she couldn’t think about much but her aching noggin which was why McGinty had no trouble taking possession of the smaller wrestler’s wrists. Crossing them in a tight ‘X’, Mariel turned her back on the woozy weirdo, then snapped forward and dropped to her tush to flip Cali all the way from her perch to a spine-first landing on the deck!
WRIST-CLUTCH ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ
Calliope hit hard but McGinty dismissed the thought of going for a cover because Al was currently out of position getting Eve back to the Frighteners’ corner. Noting this, she scrambled to her feet, raised both hands high overhead and CLAPPED ‘em together loudly enough to ensure Val could claim a legal tag without actually leaving the squared circle. This raised an objection from Choldstone and some of the odder leaning FAWNatics, but the smattering of boos didn’t bother Legs OR Stems as they each helped themselves to one of Calliope’s shoulder straps.
“Think we can break her in five seconds, Val?”
“Never know if we don’t try!”
Mariel handed the loser over to Stipanovic, who scooped Cali up across her chest and immediately dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the freak’s abs with a Gutbuster. No longer burdened with removing Eve from the action, Carpenter voiced a question of the unseen tag but had to leap outta the way when McGinty came off the strands at a decidedly dangerous speed. With Calliope folded gut-first over Valerie’s encroaching knee, Mal sped by, caught that hanging noggin by the hair and somersaulted over to flip their prey ‘round for a truncated Backbreaker / Neckbreaker combination!
GUT CHECK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB-yh01LYts
Cali slopped to the mat in a stunned spread-eagle and Val was quick to collect the far leg, so you could imagine her indignation when Al made no effort to count. “Can’t cover her, Val. You’re not legal.”
Stipanovic tossed Calliope’s stem aside and sprang to her feet. “The hell I’m not! You heard the tag!”
“Yeah I did. But I didn’t SEE it. So get to the corner and wait for a tag.”
Val bowed up like she was gonna smack the dope into next week, so Mariel defused the situation by planting a domineering stomp in the Frightener’s belly. “Don’t worry about it, Val.” she chirped. “He wants to see the tag? We’ll show him the tag!”
Stems didn’t exactly share her partner’s enthusiasm, but she held her tongue en route back to the Leggs Inc. home base. As for McGinty, she hoisted Calliope to boot-leather and peppered her cheeks with several light, stinging slaps. “What’re you so anxious for, weirdo? Ya need to calm down before you get hurt!”
Calliope didn’t or couldn’t answer, so Mariel helped herself to a Wristlock and slung her straight into the Leggs corner. The Eclectic Eel started off with an obvious hitch in her giddy-up, though that had mostly smoothed out by the time she swung around and BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles. Of course this was more moral victory than anything else because being upright at that moment only meant she was a better target for McGinty when she charged in a few heartbeats thereafter. Taking leave of the canvas in a low leap, Mar caught hold of the top rope to Calliope’s left and effectively bowled herself over the strands while simultaneously THWHACKING one sculpted gam (the right) across Cali’s neck and chest!
CORNER RUNNING LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_97blfbkrEo
Leggs landed on the apron in a showy little ‘tah-dah!’ pose and her smile only got wider when Val swatted her hip to make a tag in full view of the official. Electing to go over the ropes rather than through, Stipanvoic collected Calliope’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, then stepped forward and dropped to one knee to spin the Queen of Outré Space onto her tush courtesy of a Snapmare that landed with all the force of an Atomic Drop!
Cali noted Eve in the opposite corner and started to rise in spite of the pain, unless she hadn’t made it a quarter of the way up when Valarie palmed her shoulders and forced the green-haired veteran back to an unpleasant seat. “Where do you think you’re going, loser?”
“Over there, duhHHHNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Stems put her favorite weapons to work in the form of a Bodyscissors that had Cali doubled over around those intruding legs. A Full Nelson came next, as did a worrisome warning murmured in the Frightener’s ear. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna spike your crazy ass through the mat!”
“Wuuhhh… watch who you’re calling crazWHOOOAAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope’s remonstration ended in a painful grunt because Valarie rolled onto her back, drawing the smaller wrestler into her lap. Then she popped her hips and rocked forward to THWHUMP Cali’s tush into the mat with a wicked Keister Bounce!
“Ooooohhhh, I think she wants to give!” Val preened to Eve from over Calliope’s shoulder. “Don’t you Evie?”
“Die in a fire, asshole.”
Stipanovic blew the Monster a kiss, gave Cali another spiteful squeeze and delivered two more ring-shivering Keister Bounces. Relinquishing the Nelson after three, she planted her hands on the mat and lifted her butt several inches higher, all the better to squeeeeeeeeeeeze a submission out of the crazy. “Ask her!” Val demanded. “Ask her if she’s ready to go back to the Madhouse!”
“What do you say, Cali?” Carpenter murmured shortly thereafter. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Noooooooo.” the One Woman Freak Show answered at once. “My pass doesn’t expire for another forty-eight NNNNHHHH!”
Valarie didn’t want to hear such nonsense so she finished off with a final squeeze, then broke the Scissors and caught a double handful of hair to drag Calliope to verticality. “So we’re supposed to be scared of you, huh? Sorry, I don’t see it.”
The Angeleno buried a Toe Kick in Cali’s navel, doubling her over. Just like that she dropped into a perfect split and flicked out her right hand to slapNOOOOO! The Monster of the Midway caught Val’s hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and wrenched up like she was playing a particularly nasty game of Mercy! Stems cringed and made to rise but Calliope put a stop to that with a quick Kneelift between the eyes. With Stipanovic reeling, Cali pulled her into a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWONK the towering brunette’s forehead into the mat courtesy of a DDT!
The crown of Val’s skull stuck into the canvas like the head of a lawn dart, a nearly six-foot tall lawn dart. For a moment the lanky brunette remained at a 45-degree angle before returning to her chest, flattened and lifeless. But Cali’s laid out on her back, drawing in deep breaths, seemingly unable to capitalize after the pounding she’s taken. Finally, she rolled toward the facedown Stipanovic, ending atop her foe. She yanked Valerie’s head off the canvas by her hair and with her left hand. With her right, she thrust forearm after forearm into the side of Stems’ skull, sending Val deeper into a catatonic state.
With the leggy brunette a shell of her former self, a beaming Calliope used Valerie as a launching pad to push to her feet. She backpedaled to her foe’s feet and latched onto the left ankle of the contender. Lifting it, Cali snaked both arms around the lower part of the limb and began twisting with all her might. The Ankle Lock brought Valerie screaming back to life, her body shaking and writhing as if she’s had 10,000 volts shot through it.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsgjGRstWZ0
McGinty turned to the crowd, raised her hands and started a rhythmic clap, shouting “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP!” Though Leggs, Inc. had become increasingly ‘mean girl’ throughout earlier unsuccessful efforts to claim their first title reign, enough of the crowd held onto their allegiance and the picked up the chant. A squealing, pain-racked Stipanovic tugged at her own dark locks to spread the pain as the crazed Calliope worked her submission like she’s got a new doll to torture.
Stems dug her nails into the canvas and slowly but surely tugged her way toward the ropes in front of her, Cali looking like a child who’s been told it’s time to go to bed. As Valerie’s fingers flickered an inch away from salvation, the assembled pleading with Stipanovic to make it, Calliope dragged the lanky brunette back to the center, Mariel and the fans’ hopes crushed.
But before the green-haired grappler could settle back into place, a teeth-gritting Val managed to roll to her back and used her seemingly endless free stem to piston a stomp into Cali’s grip on her opposite number, loosing herself from the torment.
Though she’s lost her grip, physically and perhaps mentally, Calliope adapted quickly, falling forward between the slightly spread lower limbs, Headbutting Valerie’s crotch. Stipanovic sAT bolt upright, her hands shooting to her battered kitty, face etched in shock and awe.
On the outside, Mariel spun from the cruel impact, not wanting to see the results while Choldstone provided a polite golf clap and a request for entry.
Collecting both ankles of the whimpering brunette, Cal dragged the mewling, Incorporated grappler to the Frighteners’ corner where the former (and likely again) Candice tagged in her partner. Unsurprisingly, there’s no exit as Eve entered. Instead, over Carpenter’s objection, Cali handed one ankle to Choldstone. No communication was necessary. They fell to the canvas in opposite directions with a long leg in tow, forcing a brutal pair of splits out of Val.
Stems didn’t hurt for just any widening of her limbs, so limber were her trademarks, but the Frighteners made sure to slam the outside of her ankles into the canvas at full speed to make their point; their foes’ greatest strengths could instantly be made weaknesses.
Calliope rose, brushed back her emerald locks and curtsied to the counting Al while Eve snaked her arms and legs around the gam she possessed, slapping a Leg Bar on Valerie’s already throbbing left stem.
LEG BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
Again, Stipanovic was in agony, flopping like a fish out of water under Eve’s attack.
Unable to be certain her partner could survive another pointed attack, Mariel folded through the ropes and raced to the legal combatants to break up the submission. But the charge was in Choldstone’s view and she deftly released her hold, shoving Val’s leg away before the blonde’s arrival. She’s just in time to bring down the flaxen-haired redwood with a Drop Toe Hold Eve quickly and skillfully transitioning into an Indian Deathlock on the intruding McGinty.
INDIAN DEATHLOCK @ 00:12-00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
Choldstone had her second member of Leggs, Inc. howling in a matter of seconds, Mariel thrashing fruitlessly for an escape.
Calliope dropped to the floor so she could get a better view of the anguish in McGinty’s features, the lunatic waving happily into the frantic baby blues of the towering but tortured Mariel.
From beside her, Al pleaded with Eve to release. But when Choldstone insisted Legs brought it on herself by illegally entering, Carpenter decided to give the deathly dangerous brunette a little more leeway, holding off on his count to appeal once again for a break so McGinty could depart.
Meanwhile, a limping Val was on her feet and noticed her friend suffering the same fate she had moments before. With a hitch still in her giddy-up, Stems charged and lifted a Big Boot, but Eve dodged the incoming blow. Valerie tripped, landing on her chest, shoulder to shoulder with her leggy partner.
Immediately releasing her Deathlock on the blonde, Choldstone separated Mariel’s right leg from Val’s left enough to settle into a crouch between them. She snatched either gam at the shin and fell into a bridge, the crown of her skull placed on the canvas, BOTH WOMEN IN SINGLE-LEG CRABS, blonde and brunette writhing in pain from the stereo persecution of the Haunter of the Dark. The crowd, overcome by the spectacle of Valerie and Mariel simultaneously abused via their vaunted legs, started a growing ‘TAP!’ chant.
In the Frighteners’ corner, Calliope reveled in the rare support, leading the chorus while Eve continued the insane intricacy, threatening to break both limbs and make Leggs, Inc. a pair of hospitalized bookends.
But soon the effort required became too much for Choldstone’s shuddering frame and she released, flopping between both mewling foes. Val and Mariel rolled away in opposite directions, removing any chance Eve might make simultaneous fools of them again.
McGinty spun her war way out under the bottom rope, crashing to the floor. And while the legal Stipanovic tried to do the same, Calliope tracked to where the gangly brunette planned to exit and shoved out her palms, keeping the Angeleno in long enough for Choldstone to collect her and rib Val to hobbling feet.
Transitioning from her hair-hold to a much more legal Double Chickenwing, Eve marched Stipanovic backward only to stop short when the taller brunette extended her right leg and draped it over the middle strand. “BREAK!” Val shouted to official. “I’m in the ropes, make this crazy bytch leggOOOOWWWWW!”
Choldstone let loose, pivoted slightly and CRAAACKED a sharp kick into the back of Stems’ left thigh! The strike sent Stipanovic into the strands, which would’ve been a good thing if Eve hadn’t continued to hack away at Val’s thigh with those flat, rifle-shot kicks.
“C’mon Carpenter, she’s in the ropes!” Mariel barked from the Leggs side of town. “Get that bytch ba--”
McGinty trailed off in cringing silence when Choldstone’s last kick buckled Stipanovic’s plant leg and sent her toppling to the canvas. “You’re really gonna want to watch your mouth, Stretch.” the Fallen Angel advised Mariel as she dragged Stipanovic away from sanctuary with a double handful of hair. “Otherwise her skinny ass is gonna keep paying the checks written by your stupid mouth.”
McGinty scowled but offered no response, allowing Choldstone to haul Val to boot-leather once more. Securing the Double Chickenwing she’d been denied earlier, Eve dipped deep and popped her hips to take Stipanovic up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! With those long legs folded waaaaaaaay over her head, Val provided a perfect example of the classic ‘ass to the rafters’ pin while Al and the assembled FAWNatics tolled…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlgHhdXfvog
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“OOOOFFFFFHH!”
Eve’s bridge collapsed just shy of ‘THREE!’ because Mariel stormed the ring and PWAAAKED her right heel into the brunette’s exposed belly with a Rockette’s inspired Standing Axe Kick! “Tacky brat!” Legs shouted as Al tried to usher her back to the appropriate corner. “I’ll teach you to kick a girl when she’s in the ropes!”
Choldstone didn’t much appreciate the interference, but her anger paled to Calliope’s reaction. Through the ropes as soon as McGinty opened her mouth, the Queen of Outré Space vaulted over the ropes, jigged around the official and buried a shoulder in Mariel’s belly to drive her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown turned Spear! Cali started throwing hands as soon as they touched down, though her pugilistics were quickly slowed by the Bodyscissors Mariel cinched around her slim waist.
“Whatsa’ matter, don’t like it?” McGinty pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Frighteners’ ribs.
This altercation between his illegal charges commanded Carpenter’s full attention, leaving Eve and Val unobserved as the former stalked the latter toward an adjoining set of strands.
Butt-scooting away from Choldstone as quickly as she could (without enduring an embarrassing case of mat-burn, mind you) Stipanovic raised an outstretched hand to plead for leniency. “Hold on, hold on!” she stammered. “Look, can we just talk about ERRRRRRGGHHH!”
The Haunter of the Dark seized on Val’s tender left ankle, lifted that whole leg off the mat and began to twist her foot in ways a foot was not meant to twist. “Sure.” Eve replied. “You talk, I’ll wrestle and we’ll both have--”
Stipanovic drew her wounded leg in close at the same moment she crunched forward and caught hold of Choldstone’s waistband. With that sore boot stuffed against Eve’s belly she jerked backward and rolled onto her shoulders for what might’ve been an impressive Monkey Flip if Eve hadn’t ‘twaaanged’ throat-first off the second rope!
Eve didn’t so much bounce away as she did fly away, the smaller brunette launched more than halfway across the ring thanks to the combined might of the rubber-coated steel and the propulsive power of Stems’ stems! Choldstone hit hard, rolled through and bounced to her feet, one hand clasped to her stinging throat. Stipanovic had hoped for at least a moment of respite from the crazy beeyotch, but Eve was closing fast by the time Val clambered to one kn-- the Monster unleashed a Buzzsaw Kick aimed at her prey’s temple, forcing Stipanovic to hide behind her forearms or get KTFO.
Even blocked the impact was singularly unpleasant, yet it allowed Val to maintain consciousness and just as important, the block threw Eve off balance long enough for the Angeleno to PWAAAK a straight right hand into the Frighteners’ tummy! Choldstone ‘ooofffed’ and doubled over, or at least started to. She hadn’t made it very far when Stipanovic wedged her hands beneath opposing armpits and exploded to boot-leather, which in turn hoisted Eve into the sky for a mile-high Spinebuster!
POP-UP SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZgjC8KYfxM
The THAWHAM of meat and bone on plywood distracted Al from the increasingly acrimonious catfight-fracas between Mariel and Calliope. Seeing Val on her haunches between Eve’s splayed legs pulled Al away from the interlopers in anticipation of counting a pin, however he turned back to the tangled others when Stipanovic collapsed onto her side in an exhausted heap. Meanwhile, Calliope escaped a kneeling tummy to tummy clinch with the taller blonde just so she could plunge both hands into Mariel’s hair and reel her into a Standing Headscissors!
“Etch-a-Sketch!” Cali shouted as she crooked her fingers into gleaming talons. “Let’s see what I can draw!”
The resultant masterpiece was a glorious abstraction of agony, Calliope gouging dozens and dozens of angry red furrows into the taller blonde’s ba-- McGinty braced her hands against the freak’s thighs and straightened up as fast as she could, Legs giving voice to a bellowing roar as she launched Calliope up ‘n over the strands with a gorgeous Back Body DRNO! The Monster of the Midway caught hold of the top rope in both hands, clamped down tight and pulled herself into a rough but otherwise safe landing on the apron. “GOTCHA!” Cali crowed as she caught a double fistful of Mariel’s hair when the blonde began to rise. “Didn’t think you were gonna get rid of me that easy, didjWHOOOAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!” McGinty stuffed both hands against Calliope’s chest, rose up on tiptoe and pushed out as far and hard as she could to send the One Woman Freakshow soaring all the way from the apron to the guardrail for the low, low cost of a few tufts of hair!
The hellacious BWAAANG of Calliope’s landing earned a sympathetic groan from the crowd and concerned glance from a recently risen Eve Choldstone. Momentarily forgetting her own handful of Val’s dark hair, the Fallen Angel glanced over one shoulder and called, “CALI? HOW YOU DOHUURRRGGGGK!”
Stipanovic clamped a mitt around the Frighteners’ throat, clambered to her feet and caught hold of the smaller wrestler’s waistband. “Bet she’s doing better than you, loser.” Choldstone didn’t muster an answer before the towering brunette yanked her into the air, Eve’s feet kicking frantically in the heartbeats before Stipanovic went to one knee and THWHUNKED the freak’s spine across her posted thigh!
CHOKE SLAM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hd2oixc6mnI
The Haunter of the Dark let out a blood curdling howl as she bounced from Val to the deck. She would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Stems hadn’t caught her by the straps and hauled her to verticality. “YOU GOOD, MAR?” Val called to her partner in the midst of shifting to a Wristlock.
“Better than good, girl!” McGinty called back. “Bring that brat over here!”
Stipanovic didn’t need to be told twice, she stepped back, dropped her hips and sent Eve racing at the Leggs corner. Frazzled and flummoxed by the colossal Backbreaker, Choldstone managed to keep her own legs beneath her for the whole of the journey, unfortunately it meant her throbbing vertebrae took another nasty jolt when she spun into the thinly-sheathed buckles. Her arms had *just* settled over the top rope when Stipanovic came flying in feet first, the white-clad Gamazon putting every bit of her near six feet into the Dropkick she THWHAPPED offa Eve’s chin!
STIPANOKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msHkEsnOaQ8
The Frighteners’ head snapped back and she crumpled to her tush whereas Stipanovic somersaulted clear of the corner and bounced up so she could make a timely tag to Mariel. Legal once more, McGinty didn’t climb through or even over the ropes, instead she hurried up the ring-post into the high rent district where she settled into a tense crouch. As for Val, she palmed Eve’s head in both hands and hauled her to muscled her to boot-leather in one ferocious tug. Going low to get her arms around Choldstone’s thighs, Stipanovic lifted her burden high, then backed out of the corner and turned around so Eve was facing her partner. Grinning from ear to ear, McGinty blew her foe a kiss, then leapt and stretched her right leg full length, all the better to hook it over Choldstone’s throat. Caught flush by the flying Gamotine, Eve could only brace for impact as Leggs rode / drove her into the deck with a cringe worthy fusion of Spinebuster and Gam Changer!
GAM-OTINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fwmeJ3BS0E
Mariel spun to one knee, then slid into position above Choldstone’s noggin and slipped her legs around each side. It looked like a Headscissors but instead of squeezing Mariel leaned forward, hooked her foe behind the knees and pulled those limp legs up high enough to hook her calves against the pits of Eve’s knees. Soon as that was done she planted on her hands and hoisted her tush off the mat, McGinty mouthing along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mariel raises her hands wearily in triumph atop the unconscious Eve. She rolls off in a backwards somersault, ending on her knees while Choldstone snaps out of her matchbook and into a lifeless spreadeagle.
Valerie’s behind her flaxen-haired counterpart, first massaging McGinty’s shoulders then scooping under her arms to lift Mariel to her feet and turn her into an embrace.
The crowd offers their support, clearly excited to see Leggs, Inc. emerge victorious but perhaps even more so enthusiastic about the Mania masterpiece afoot between the long-limbed challengers and America’s Sweethearts. The champs had long since removed the fluke label and moved to impressive and inspiring. Still as the near six-footers shout into the nearest lens they’re coming for the titles, FAWN’s beloved ‘Hearts might be champs and underdogs at once on the biggest show of the year.
As the music of the towering twosome hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly 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 support. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The mega-sized screen and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, each partner turns to the other and glides hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful grappler. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette aren’t as interactive tonight, passing on their usual high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A knowing smirk blossoms on each 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 halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves partially 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 opposite number 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. In tandem, Leggs, Inc. move to their corner and turn their focus to the stage above, the only roadblock to revenge and a Mania memory.
Leggs were still offering up tickets to the Gam Show when the Announcer proclaimed. “And introducing their opponents, hailing from Arkham Massachusetts and Greentown Illinois respectively and weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-five pounds, Eve Choldstone and Calliope, they are THE FRIGHTENERS!”
HERE COME THE FRIGHTENERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1L3f2oL41k
The Rogue’s Gallery let loose with a peal of maniacal laughter as static and the distinctive warble of a Theremin filled the arena. This was joined after several seconds by slow, distorted chuckles from a single throat, though the pitch and volume changed to frequently it could’ve been a whole chorus of lunatics. The house lights went next, dimming to almost nothing before a bank of spotlights on the stage roared back in an insane panoply of colors. Delighted by this breath from worlds strange and unseen, the Slaybor Day sprang to their feet when hundreds of balloons dropped from the rafters. As the balloons drifted down, a bluish-white mist rose from the stage’s steel grating, the contrasting bits of weirdness fusing into something that delighted and chilled in the same breath. Whatever you called it, the effect was compounded by the background noise, which was slowly coalescing into something more and more like mus--the howl of an electric guitar ripped through the speakers and everyone who wasn’t entirely in their right mind lent their voices to the classic carnival riff.
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
CALLIOPE:
Stepping from gloom shoulder to shoulder, the Fallen Angel of Arkham and the Queen of Outré Space saluted their fellow lunatics with a pair of thumbs dragged across a pair of pale, bare throats.
“Lanky, giggling morons.” Eve said of the Stems and Legs. “They’ve got the legs, but clearly don’t know how to use them. Otherwise they would’ve hauled ass outta here already.”
“I don’t feel so good about this, Eve.” Calliope murmured. “Look at ‘em, they’re stumbling around like newborn colts.”
“Just pretend they’re horrible preppy-giraffe hybrids that need to be put out of their misery before all that pink, sparkly crap can infect the rest of the world. Does that make it better?”
“Ya know… it does. C’mon, let’s get going. I’ve suddenly gotta hankerin’ for drumsticks!”
The Frighteners started toward the ring with Calliope taking because she simply had to cartwheel, flip, handspring or tumble when she found herself in front of a crowd. Eve however was more languid in her approach, the Haunter of the Dark keeping her attention on the Gamazons waiting for them within the squared circle. For this battle at the (at least spiritual, as far as Florida was concerned) end of Summer, Choldstone wore her usual black leather bikini emblazoned with the wispy cobweb design, along with matching black pads and boots and of course the pair of battered, fingerless leather gloves. Calliope on the other hand was dressed like an explosion at Sherwin Williams with her electric blue sequined bikini bottoms and black and green striped halter top. The accessories showed a similar lack of coordination with fire engine red boots, plaid pads and a shiny white smiley face on the seat of her trunks.
Closing on the edge of the squared circle, Eve and Calliope slid under the bottom rope and popped to their feet, then stormed across the ring to the set of ropes facing the hard camera. Ignoring the towering presence of Mariel and Valerie, the Frighteners mounted the second rope, leaned back to ‘cut’ their throats and finished by ‘Pppffffwoooosssshing’ stereo clouds of black mist into the sky overhead. Hopping down as the mist stippled their shoulders and biceps, Eve and Cali offered their foes matching malicious smiles before heading to the opposite corner so Al Carpenter could run through his final inspection.
Though both teams were still mid-conference when the bell sounded, it didn’t take more than a second or two for Eve and Mariel to take point for their respective tandems. Closing quickly despite giving up eleven pounds and five inches, Choldstone looked McGinty up and down and mused, “Tall, blonde, favors pink togs? It’s like you check all the most important boxes on my ‘What’s your favorite ass to kick’ li--”
Mariel lunged forward, her right foot pistoning straight through the spot most recently occupied by her foe’s chin. Popping out of her tumble on the other side of the towering blonde, Eve managed to land a single stinging kick to the back of McGinty’s left thigh before Legs whipped ‘round and caught a double handful of hair. “Watch your mouth, pint-size!” Mariel demanded in the midst of stuffing one black-sheathed knee into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. It sounded like the sort of statement that would precede a threat, but the Pennsylvania native only shifted her hands (one to Eve’s right shoulder, the other under her left armpit) and pivoted her hips, all the better to sling the Fallen Angel halfway across the squared circle with a hefty Biel Toss!
More than a little impressed by the height McGinty imposed on her opposition, the FAWNatics let out a second loud ‘OOHHHH!’ when Choldstone adjusted mid-descent and landed in another tumble that brought her up not too far from the Frighteners corner!
“Stretch Legstrong is in a bad mood tonight, Eve.” Calliope advised her partner. “Don’t know why, you’d think all that glitter would be enough to make anyone happy!”
Eve rolled her shoulders to work out the worst kink of the landing. “She’s not in a bad mood Cali, she’s just pampered. Isn’t that right, Stretch? You and Kimmy Longtorso over there are pouting because Bethany didn’t just hand you another shot at the Sweethearts even though they already dropped you on your prissy little faces.”
“I’m only mad she didn’t get us a REAL Tag Team to face.” Mariel snapped back. “I wanted Collusion or the Hellions, I’d have even taken the Bloodwinds. But no, all I get is leather fetish Wednesday Adams and her pet freak.”
The Haunter of the Dark raised her fists to chest-level and began to advance. “Well ya talk decent trash, at least.” she admitted. “Too bad it’s going to get your teeth kicked into the lower deck.”
Mariel only planted her feet in a defiant ‘V’ and raised her right hand high overhead. “Think you can reach this high, brat? Or should I get down on one knee for--” THWHAP!
Eve lashed a kick into the blonde’s left thigh, then did it again when McGinty didn’t back up fast enough for her liking. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be down on your knees soon enough.” Choldstone smirked. “But you’ll do it on my--”
Mariel lunged too fast for Eve to dip aside so she twisted to one side and PWAAAKED her right foot deep into that svelte blonde midsection! Running the ropes as soon as she saw McGinty double over, the Monster bounced out and came back twice as fast to ensure Mariel was still sucking wind when the brunette palmed her head at chin and crown and somersaulted over onto her back to whip Legs to the canvas with a snappy Flipping Neckbreaker! McGinty landed awkwardly on the back of her head and shoulders, rolled through to a seat and was promptly smeared across the canvas by an aggressive Back Press from Choldstone. Far leg cinched tight, Eve nodded in time with the…
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHSddDgG30c
ONE…
Mariel powered free with authority, her escape sending Eve into an involuntary barrel roll. Ignoring the twinge in her neck to reclaim verticality in short order, McGinty raked a hand through her hair while fixing Choldstone with a baleful glare. “You think you’re cute, freak?”
“I think I’m looking forward to kicking your narrow ass.” Eve chided. “If you ever stop hiding it from me, that isSERRGGHH!”
No dodging this time around, McGinty swept Choldstone into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up and marched her to a neutral corner before the Frightener could offer more than a grunt of protest. The buckles and ring-post beyond kept Eve from progressing any farther, but this didn’t stop Mariel from continuing to press close, the willowy blonde battler just tummying up to craaaaaaaaaaaank Eve’s head backward over the top rope.
Correct in his assumption that McGinty wouldn’t relent without some prompting, Al Carpenter hurried over and said, “Break it up, Mariel!”
“Sorry, sorry, I got carried away.” Mariel admitted as she raised her hands to shoulder level and cleared off while Eve slumped against the buckles.
“That’s all right, just take a breath and--”
“Hey, I didn’t ask you for a count, did I?”
“What? Umh, no. Why?”
“Just asking.” The answer was barely out of the blonde’s mouth when she grabbed hold of the ropes to Choldstone’s right, then brought up her right foot and wedged it beneath the shorter wrestler’s chin! Pushing up on her tiptoes to alleviate the pressure of the encroaching boot, Eve’s predicament got that much worse when Mariel stretched out in what was effectively a standing Split!
CORNER BOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm1mtq4XYm4
“That’s right Mar, choke her out!” Val called from the Incorporated corner. “Teach her what happens to Munchkins that run their mouths!”
That’s exactly what Mariel would’ve done if that sad-sack Al Carpenter hadn’t started barking a count far too loud to ignore. Freeing Eve’s throat at the count of ‘FOUR!’, McGinty rolled her eyes at Carpenter but ultimately paused her attack long enough to satisfy the rules. Unfortunately for Eve she was still rather short of breath when Legs grabbed a handful of hair and peeled her off the buckles and into a snug Front Facelock. Slinging the brunette’s near arm over her shoulders, Mariel looked around and caught Calliope watching quite intently.
“You’ll stay out there all night if you know what’s good for you, weirdo.”
Cali climbed onto the bottom rope and bounced in place. “Never have, never will! See ya soon, Stretchoooohhhh ouchies.”
In no mood for Calliope’s brand of freaky, McGinty hoisted her adversary up for a Vertical Suplex but instead of falling backward with Choldstone the blonde twisted her hips ever so slightly and simply flung the Fallen Angel across the ring. No fancy mid-air adjustments this time around, Eve THWHAMMED against the deck hard enough to make the ring shake so no one was really surprised when McGinty rushed over and pasted her down with a tight Lateral Press.
RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI-rQzSUDE8
ONE…
TWO…
The Black-Hearted Brunette kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, Eve cursing with incredulity that Legs would try to dismiss her so quickly. “Oh shut up.” Mariel snapped as she scraped the brunette off the mat. “Everyone knows you’re not tall enough to go on this ride anyOOOFH!”
Choldstone stuffed a hard Headbutt into the blonde’s stomach which gave her just enough time to rock McGinty back a few steps with a quick shove. More startled than hurt by the escape, Mariel caught her balance in an instant and came out swinging with a big Haymaker aimed at Eve’s-- the Monster hooked her right arm around the blonde’s right elbow to thwart the punch, then dipped forward and brought her right leg up ‘n over to THWHACK the side of her boot against Mariel’s forehead! Leggs stumbled, dropped into a deep crouch and bounced right back up to “NNNNGGGHH!”
SCORPION KICK & BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=egYblaL39Wo
Eve pumped a Bicycle Kick into the Pennsylvanian’s mouth to drop her to the mat for the first time that night. Mariel landed on her hip and shoulder, rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to one knee all in a single sinuous motion. She was on her way back up when Eve strolled over and pounded a Kneelift into her temple. “Don’t even think about leaving just yet, Stretch.” Choldstone muttered once she’d collected the blonde’s noggin in a Side Headlock. “It’s time you took a tour of the weird side of town.”
With Mariel’s cheek grinding against the point of her hip, Eve set off in search of the Queen of Outré Space.
But first Choldstone introduced the crown of McGinty’s skull to the top buckle like a battering ram before she handed off to Calliope, tagging the peculiar pugilist. Eve’s partner cupped her hands behind the head of the blonde from the outside and scoured the buckle with Mariel’s face before joining the Monster in the confines with a collective grip on their long-limbed foe.
Ignoring Al’s complaints, the dangerous duo backed McGinty into the ropes by her wrists and bounded out, heaving the lanky Mariel across the ring. The long strides ate up the space and quickly, the blonde rebounding toward both Frighteners, Cali and Eve positioned mid-ring. Each dipped as Mariel approached and took responsibility for pressing their side of the blonde UP AND OVER in a majestic Back Body Drop, the long looping limbs a sight to see until the Incorporated blonde landed flush on her tailbone, shockwave moving up and down her spine, Mariel’s face twisted in pain.
Barely after their foe touched ground, Eve and Calliope were racing in opposite directions, hitting the cables and sprinting back at their target. As Cali NAILED Mariel’s chest with a Dropkick, Choldstone swung a Soccer Kick in from behind, CRUNCHING the boot into the back of the blonde’s head just as cranium was rocketing toward her from Calliope’s attack.
While Leggs, Inc had shown themselves to be far from Sweethearts when it came to their tactics, they’re still a popular pair, particularly when facing the enigmatic brunettes. It’s no surprise the crowd groaned sympathetically from the dual impacts. They fell silent watching McGinty timber from her seat to a shoulder, barely lucid after the double team.
With Mariel limp and vulnerable and Carpenter counting her continued attendance, Eve finally chose to head for the exit. Meanwhile, Calliope landed a rib-crushing Senton atop Legs’ bared right side. She shoved McGinty to her back and climbed aboard, ready to ride the dazed Amazon to a chance at the tag titles with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel shoved Calliope off, McGinty working a surprising amount of power through her slender arms. She heaved Cali to her feet, the Queen of Outré Space responding with an Elbow Drop to Mariel’s sternum.
“Don’t be petulant,” the baffling brunette complained. “You don’t have to be a show-off…like me.”
Cali pushed Mariel to her chest and mounted her in a crouching, forward-facing straddle. She secured one arm over a knee, then posted likewise on the opposite side before giving a forearm shiver to the blonde’s right temple.
“When I show off, people get hurt.”
Cali proved it, fish-hooking her index fingers into the corners of Mariel’s mouth and yanking back like she’s got a long-legged lake trout on the line. McGinty’s face was twisted in pain, her features deformed by Calliope’s Ali Baba Clutch.
As a delighted Eve applauded from the sidelines and Valerie pleaded with her partner to somehow survive the torture if not immediately make it to her for a tag, a beaming Cali pulled back far enough to send Mariel’s gaze to the rafters.
“Please…don’t…tap!” she purred to Legs, McGinty’s eyes welling.
Al took a different tact, giving McGinty the opportunity to surrender, giving up another chance at upending the Sweethearts, this time at Mania. But there’s evidently no way Mariel’s letting someone else end that sickening underdog story but Stems and herself. McGinty grunted out a successfully interpreted ‘no’, Carpenter waving his arms in a ‘safe’ signal to let the rest of the arena know. The refusal earned McGinty a removal of Cali’s hooks but also a vicious SLAM of the blonde’s face into the deck by the disappointed deviant.
Cali popped to her feet and ‘drove by’ Stipanovic, sticking out her tongue at the even taller brunette, Val pushing six feet even. Stems took a swipe at the giggling Cali who easily ducked under and waggled a finger at the fuming brunette. And while the Queen of Outré Space had her fun, McGinty responded to the rhythmic clap of the crowd, slowly pushing to her knees then feet. She wobbled like a newborn colt until Calliope turned and leapt into the towering blonde, garnering a Front Facelock on a horizontal plane, the brunette level atop McGinty’s shoulders for a split-second before throwing her body weight to the canvas, laying out and absolutely SPIKING Mariel’s skull into the canvas with her Freak Out.
FREAK OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4EplnvA374
The tall tag teamer was a sight to see in a momentary headstand, the crowd ‘OOOOHING’ from the sheer force of the brutal impact, Legs tumbling over figuratively and literally, ending in a splayed spreadeagle, out cold.
Cali crawled to her flattened foe and hooked a leg for the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Realizing the Amazon from Slippery Rock wasn’t moving a shoulder with empty air atop her let alone a crazed contender like Cali, Stems entered and BLASTED the left temple of Calliope with a flash kick that pushed the Frightener off her flaxen-maned foe, saving Leggs Inc. from certain ruin.
Not about to see her partner interrupted without a hefty penalty, Choldstone swept through the strands and raced toward the Angeleno. She sprang into the towering brunette and tried to pull off a Freak Out of her own but before she could swing herself back and follow through, Val got her hands up and heaved the smaller grappler off, effectively if perhaps not purposefully, sending Eve into a Dropkick of the rising Calliope.
Cali’s floored by the Monster, Choldstone’s errant boots colliding with her partner’s chin and leaving her in a heap. A furious and frustrated Eve hopped to her feet, dark doe eyes burning a laser through the long-limbed Stipanovic, the illegal entrants in significantly better shape than those rightfully within the squared circle.
“Ladies,” Al insisted, “It’s time to leave.”
“Like hell, it is,” Choldstone growled, charging the backpedaling Val, Stems pulling Carpenter between them and letting Al run point. As the official wrapped his arms around a leaping Eve, catching her airborne, Valerie backed to the ropes behind her and rebounded, lifting a Big Boot that sailed over Carpenter’s right shoulder and CRASHED between the eyes of the Monster. The impact sent Al stumbling forward and he accidentally SPLASHED Choldstone to the deck.
As Al sprawled to his back, leaving the ring in complete anarchy, Valerie noticed a rising Calliope out of the corner of her eyes, Cali up to one knee. With Mariel only now beginning to stir, Val continued to lay down the law and make the ring hers, PLOWING a split-leg Yakuza Kick to Calliope’s jaw that delivered the green-haired grappler back to the canvas in a daze.
Stipanovic gazed around the ring as the other inhabitants, including the referee, try to recover. She lifted both arms for a pose, kissing each bicep in turn.
“I’m from L.A., bytches. You don’t frighten me!”
No answer from either half of the opposition, so Valerie strolled over to Carpenter and swatted the back of his head until the ref began to stir. Satisfied he’d be up and annoying sooner than later, Stipanovic started toward her partner only to detour to Calliope instead. “Get up, monster midget.” she ordered even before she’d filled her hands with the weirdo’s hair.
Switching over to a Wristlock as soon as Cali was vertical, Valerie pointed the Frightener toward Leggs’ corner and sent her off on the double with an Irish Whip. The One Woman Freak Show made good time, perhaps even better than Stipanovic had expected. Certainly the towering brunette was more than a little surprised when Calliope hopped up and twisted around in mid-air to land seated on the top turnbuckle! “What’re ya doing over there, Kimmy Longtorso? I thought you weren’t afraid of me?”
Stems wasn’t about to take that sort of trash from a gibbering maniac one step removed from Lisa Dream, so she charged in and--THWHAP! Calliope hunched forward and caught her coming in with a Bionic Elbow that Valerie’s legs on ‘tilt’ in a single stroke. Catching hold of the other brunette’s hair before she could get away, the Monster of the Midway pulled her foe into a snug Front Facelock and “NNNGGGHH!” Mariel struck like a sudden storm, the charging blonde pivoting on her left heel so she could whip her right leg up ‘n around in a Spin Kick that caromed off the side of Calliope’s skull!
CORNER SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=odArEAH8vo4
Cali forgot all about Val and the Front Facelock, indeed she couldn’t think about much but her aching noggin which was why McGinty had no trouble taking possession of the smaller wrestler’s wrists. Crossing them in a tight ‘X’, Mariel turned her back on the woozy weirdo, then snapped forward and dropped to her tush to flip Cali all the way from her perch to a spine-first landing on the deck!
WRIST-CLUTCH ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlDWO254zdQ
Calliope hit hard but McGinty dismissed the thought of going for a cover because Al was currently out of position getting Eve back to the Frighteners’ corner. Noting this, she scrambled to her feet, raised both hands high overhead and CLAPPED ‘em together loudly enough to ensure Val could claim a legal tag without actually leaving the squared circle. This raised an objection from Choldstone and some of the odder leaning FAWNatics, but the smattering of boos didn’t bother Legs OR Stems as they each helped themselves to one of Calliope’s shoulder straps.
“Think we can break her in five seconds, Val?”
“Never know if we don’t try!”
Mariel handed the loser over to Stipanovic, who scooped Cali up across her chest and immediately dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the freak’s abs with a Gutbuster. No longer burdened with removing Eve from the action, Carpenter voiced a question of the unseen tag but had to leap outta the way when McGinty came off the strands at a decidedly dangerous speed. With Calliope folded gut-first over Valerie’s encroaching knee, Mal sped by, caught that hanging noggin by the hair and somersaulted over to flip their prey ‘round for a truncated Backbreaker / Neckbreaker combination!
GUT CHECK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB-yh01LYts
Cali slopped to the mat in a stunned spread-eagle and Val was quick to collect the far leg, so you could imagine her indignation when Al made no effort to count. “Can’t cover her, Val. You’re not legal.”
Stipanovic tossed Calliope’s stem aside and sprang to her feet. “The hell I’m not! You heard the tag!”
“Yeah I did. But I didn’t SEE it. So get to the corner and wait for a tag.”
Val bowed up like she was gonna smack the dope into next week, so Mariel defused the situation by planting a domineering stomp in the Frightener’s belly. “Don’t worry about it, Val.” she chirped. “He wants to see the tag? We’ll show him the tag!”
Stems didn’t exactly share her partner’s enthusiasm, but she held her tongue en route back to the Leggs Inc. home base. As for McGinty, she hoisted Calliope to boot-leather and peppered her cheeks with several light, stinging slaps. “What’re you so anxious for, weirdo? Ya need to calm down before you get hurt!”
Calliope didn’t or couldn’t answer, so Mariel helped herself to a Wristlock and slung her straight into the Leggs corner. The Eclectic Eel started off with an obvious hitch in her giddy-up, though that had mostly smoothed out by the time she swung around and BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles. Of course this was more moral victory than anything else because being upright at that moment only meant she was a better target for McGinty when she charged in a few heartbeats thereafter. Taking leave of the canvas in a low leap, Mar caught hold of the top rope to Calliope’s left and effectively bowled herself over the strands while simultaneously THWHACKING one sculpted gam (the right) across Cali’s neck and chest!
CORNER RUNNING LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_97blfbkrEo
Leggs landed on the apron in a showy little ‘tah-dah!’ pose and her smile only got wider when Val swatted her hip to make a tag in full view of the official. Electing to go over the ropes rather than through, Stipanvoic collected Calliope’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, then stepped forward and dropped to one knee to spin the Queen of Outré Space onto her tush courtesy of a Snapmare that landed with all the force of an Atomic Drop!
Cali noted Eve in the opposite corner and started to rise in spite of the pain, unless she hadn’t made it a quarter of the way up when Valarie palmed her shoulders and forced the green-haired veteran back to an unpleasant seat. “Where do you think you’re going, loser?”
“Over there, duhHHHNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Stems put her favorite weapons to work in the form of a Bodyscissors that had Cali doubled over around those intruding legs. A Full Nelson came next, as did a worrisome warning murmured in the Frightener’s ear. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m gonna spike your crazy ass through the mat!”
“Wuuhhh… watch who you’re calling crazWHOOOAAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope’s remonstration ended in a painful grunt because Valarie rolled onto her back, drawing the smaller wrestler into her lap. Then she popped her hips and rocked forward to THWHUMP Cali’s tush into the mat with a wicked Keister Bounce!
“Ooooohhhh, I think she wants to give!” Val preened to Eve from over Calliope’s shoulder. “Don’t you Evie?”
“Die in a fire, asshole.”
Stipanovic blew the Monster a kiss, gave Cali another spiteful squeeze and delivered two more ring-shivering Keister Bounces. Relinquishing the Nelson after three, she planted her hands on the mat and lifted her butt several inches higher, all the better to squeeeeeeeeeeeze a submission out of the crazy. “Ask her!” Val demanded. “Ask her if she’s ready to go back to the Madhouse!”
“What do you say, Cali?” Carpenter murmured shortly thereafter. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Noooooooo.” the One Woman Freak Show answered at once. “My pass doesn’t expire for another forty-eight NNNNHHHH!”
Valarie didn’t want to hear such nonsense so she finished off with a final squeeze, then broke the Scissors and caught a double handful of hair to drag Calliope to verticality. “So we’re supposed to be scared of you, huh? Sorry, I don’t see it.”
The Angeleno buried a Toe Kick in Cali’s navel, doubling her over. Just like that she dropped into a perfect split and flicked out her right hand to slapNOOOOO! The Monster of the Midway caught Val’s hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and wrenched up like she was playing a particularly nasty game of Mercy! Stems cringed and made to rise but Calliope put a stop to that with a quick Kneelift between the eyes. With Stipanovic reeling, Cali pulled her into a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWONK the towering brunette’s forehead into the mat courtesy of a DDT!
The crown of Val’s skull stuck into the canvas like the head of a lawn dart, a nearly six-foot tall lawn dart. For a moment the lanky brunette remained at a 45-degree angle before returning to her chest, flattened and lifeless. But Cali’s laid out on her back, drawing in deep breaths, seemingly unable to capitalize after the pounding she’s taken. Finally, she rolled toward the facedown Stipanovic, ending atop her foe. She yanked Valerie’s head off the canvas by her hair and with her left hand. With her right, she thrust forearm after forearm into the side of Stems’ skull, sending Val deeper into a catatonic state.
With the leggy brunette a shell of her former self, a beaming Calliope used Valerie as a launching pad to push to her feet. She backpedaled to her foe’s feet and latched onto the left ankle of the contender. Lifting it, Cali snaked both arms around the lower part of the limb and began twisting with all her might. The Ankle Lock brought Valerie screaming back to life, her body shaking and writhing as if she’s had 10,000 volts shot through it.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsgjGRstWZ0
McGinty turned to the crowd, raised her hands and started a rhythmic clap, shouting “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP!” Though Leggs, Inc. had become increasingly ‘mean girl’ throughout earlier unsuccessful efforts to claim their first title reign, enough of the crowd held onto their allegiance and the picked up the chant. A squealing, pain-racked Stipanovic tugged at her own dark locks to spread the pain as the crazed Calliope worked her submission like she’s got a new doll to torture.
Stems dug her nails into the canvas and slowly but surely tugged her way toward the ropes in front of her, Cali looking like a child who’s been told it’s time to go to bed. As Valerie’s fingers flickered an inch away from salvation, the assembled pleading with Stipanovic to make it, Calliope dragged the lanky brunette back to the center, Mariel and the fans’ hopes crushed.
But before the green-haired grappler could settle back into place, a teeth-gritting Val managed to roll to her back and used her seemingly endless free stem to piston a stomp into Cali’s grip on her opposite number, loosing herself from the torment.
Though she’s lost her grip, physically and perhaps mentally, Calliope adapted quickly, falling forward between the slightly spread lower limbs, Headbutting Valerie’s crotch. Stipanovic sAT bolt upright, her hands shooting to her battered kitty, face etched in shock and awe.
On the outside, Mariel spun from the cruel impact, not wanting to see the results while Choldstone provided a polite golf clap and a request for entry.
Collecting both ankles of the whimpering brunette, Cal dragged the mewling, Incorporated grappler to the Frighteners’ corner where the former (and likely again) Candice tagged in her partner. Unsurprisingly, there’s no exit as Eve entered. Instead, over Carpenter’s objection, Cali handed one ankle to Choldstone. No communication was necessary. They fell to the canvas in opposite directions with a long leg in tow, forcing a brutal pair of splits out of Val.
Stems didn’t hurt for just any widening of her limbs, so limber were her trademarks, but the Frighteners made sure to slam the outside of her ankles into the canvas at full speed to make their point; their foes’ greatest strengths could instantly be made weaknesses.
Calliope rose, brushed back her emerald locks and curtsied to the counting Al while Eve snaked her arms and legs around the gam she possessed, slapping a Leg Bar on Valerie’s already throbbing left stem.
LEG BAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
Again, Stipanovic was in agony, flopping like a fish out of water under Eve’s attack.
Unable to be certain her partner could survive another pointed attack, Mariel folded through the ropes and raced to the legal combatants to break up the submission. But the charge was in Choldstone’s view and she deftly released her hold, shoving Val’s leg away before the blonde’s arrival. She’s just in time to bring down the flaxen-haired redwood with a Drop Toe Hold Eve quickly and skillfully transitioning into an Indian Deathlock on the intruding McGinty.
INDIAN DEATHLOCK @ 00:12-00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=137H0cqnDTE
Choldstone had her second member of Leggs, Inc. howling in a matter of seconds, Mariel thrashing fruitlessly for an escape.
Calliope dropped to the floor so she could get a better view of the anguish in McGinty’s features, the lunatic waving happily into the frantic baby blues of the towering but tortured Mariel.
From beside her, Al pleaded with Eve to release. But when Choldstone insisted Legs brought it on herself by illegally entering, Carpenter decided to give the deathly dangerous brunette a little more leeway, holding off on his count to appeal once again for a break so McGinty could depart.
Meanwhile, a limping Val was on her feet and noticed her friend suffering the same fate she had moments before. With a hitch still in her giddy-up, Stems charged and lifted a Big Boot, but Eve dodged the incoming blow. Valerie tripped, landing on her chest, shoulder to shoulder with her leggy partner.
Immediately releasing her Deathlock on the blonde, Choldstone separated Mariel’s right leg from Val’s left enough to settle into a crouch between them. She snatched either gam at the shin and fell into a bridge, the crown of her skull placed on the canvas, BOTH WOMEN IN SINGLE-LEG CRABS, blonde and brunette writhing in pain from the stereo persecution of the Haunter of the Dark. The crowd, overcome by the spectacle of Valerie and Mariel simultaneously abused via their vaunted legs, started a growing ‘TAP!’ chant.
In the Frighteners’ corner, Calliope reveled in the rare support, leading the chorus while Eve continued the insane intricacy, threatening to break both limbs and make Leggs, Inc. a pair of hospitalized bookends.
But soon the effort required became too much for Choldstone’s shuddering frame and she released, flopping between both mewling foes. Val and Mariel rolled away in opposite directions, removing any chance Eve might make simultaneous fools of them again.
McGinty spun her war way out under the bottom rope, crashing to the floor. And while the legal Stipanovic tried to do the same, Calliope tracked to where the gangly brunette planned to exit and shoved out her palms, keeping the Angeleno in long enough for Choldstone to collect her and rib Val to hobbling feet.
Transitioning from her hair-hold to a much more legal Double Chickenwing, Eve marched Stipanovic backward only to stop short when the taller brunette extended her right leg and draped it over the middle strand. “BREAK!” Val shouted to official. “I’m in the ropes, make this crazy bytch leggOOOOWWWWW!”
Choldstone let loose, pivoted slightly and CRAAACKED a sharp kick into the back of Stems’ left thigh! The strike sent Stipanovic into the strands, which would’ve been a good thing if Eve hadn’t continued to hack away at Val’s thigh with those flat, rifle-shot kicks.
“C’mon Carpenter, she’s in the ropes!” Mariel barked from the Leggs side of town. “Get that bytch ba--”
McGinty trailed off in cringing silence when Choldstone’s last kick buckled Stipanovic’s plant leg and sent her toppling to the canvas. “You’re really gonna want to watch your mouth, Stretch.” the Fallen Angel advised Mariel as she dragged Stipanovic away from sanctuary with a double handful of hair. “Otherwise her skinny ass is gonna keep paying the checks written by your stupid mouth.”
McGinty scowled but offered no response, allowing Choldstone to haul Val to boot-leather once more. Securing the Double Chickenwing she’d been denied earlier, Eve dipped deep and popped her hips to take Stipanovic up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! With those long legs folded waaaaaaaay over her head, Val provided a perfect example of the classic ‘ass to the rafters’ pin while Al and the assembled FAWNatics tolled…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlgHhdXfvog
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
“OOOOFFFFFHH!”
Eve’s bridge collapsed just shy of ‘THREE!’ because Mariel stormed the ring and PWAAAKED her right heel into the brunette’s exposed belly with a Rockette’s inspired Standing Axe Kick! “Tacky brat!” Legs shouted as Al tried to usher her back to the appropriate corner. “I’ll teach you to kick a girl when she’s in the ropes!”
Choldstone didn’t much appreciate the interference, but her anger paled to Calliope’s reaction. Through the ropes as soon as McGinty opened her mouth, the Queen of Outré Space vaulted over the ropes, jigged around the official and buried a shoulder in Mariel’s belly to drive her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown turned Spear! Cali started throwing hands as soon as they touched down, though her pugilistics were quickly slowed by the Bodyscissors Mariel cinched around her slim waist.
“Whatsa’ matter, don’t like it?” McGinty pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Frighteners’ ribs.
This altercation between his illegal charges commanded Carpenter’s full attention, leaving Eve and Val unobserved as the former stalked the latter toward an adjoining set of strands.
Butt-scooting away from Choldstone as quickly as she could (without enduring an embarrassing case of mat-burn, mind you) Stipanovic raised an outstretched hand to plead for leniency. “Hold on, hold on!” she stammered. “Look, can we just talk about ERRRRRRGGHHH!”
The Haunter of the Dark seized on Val’s tender left ankle, lifted that whole leg off the mat and began to twist her foot in ways a foot was not meant to twist. “Sure.” Eve replied. “You talk, I’ll wrestle and we’ll both have--”
Stipanovic drew her wounded leg in close at the same moment she crunched forward and caught hold of Choldstone’s waistband. With that sore boot stuffed against Eve’s belly she jerked backward and rolled onto her shoulders for what might’ve been an impressive Monkey Flip if Eve hadn’t ‘twaaanged’ throat-first off the second rope!
Eve didn’t so much bounce away as she did fly away, the smaller brunette launched more than halfway across the ring thanks to the combined might of the rubber-coated steel and the propulsive power of Stems’ stems! Choldstone hit hard, rolled through and bounced to her feet, one hand clasped to her stinging throat. Stipanovic had hoped for at least a moment of respite from the crazy beeyotch, but Eve was closing fast by the time Val clambered to one kn-- the Monster unleashed a Buzzsaw Kick aimed at her prey’s temple, forcing Stipanovic to hide behind her forearms or get KTFO.
Even blocked the impact was singularly unpleasant, yet it allowed Val to maintain consciousness and just as important, the block threw Eve off balance long enough for the Angeleno to PWAAAK a straight right hand into the Frighteners’ tummy! Choldstone ‘ooofffed’ and doubled over, or at least started to. She hadn’t made it very far when Stipanovic wedged her hands beneath opposing armpits and exploded to boot-leather, which in turn hoisted Eve into the sky for a mile-high Spinebuster!
POP-UP SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZgjC8KYfxM
The THAWHAM of meat and bone on plywood distracted Al from the increasingly acrimonious catfight-fracas between Mariel and Calliope. Seeing Val on her haunches between Eve’s splayed legs pulled Al away from the interlopers in anticipation of counting a pin, however he turned back to the tangled others when Stipanovic collapsed onto her side in an exhausted heap. Meanwhile, Calliope escaped a kneeling tummy to tummy clinch with the taller blonde just so she could plunge both hands into Mariel’s hair and reel her into a Standing Headscissors!
“Etch-a-Sketch!” Cali shouted as she crooked her fingers into gleaming talons. “Let’s see what I can draw!”
The resultant masterpiece was a glorious abstraction of agony, Calliope gouging dozens and dozens of angry red furrows into the taller blonde’s ba-- McGinty braced her hands against the freak’s thighs and straightened up as fast as she could, Legs giving voice to a bellowing roar as she launched Calliope up ‘n over the strands with a gorgeous Back Body DRNO! The Monster of the Midway caught hold of the top rope in both hands, clamped down tight and pulled herself into a rough but otherwise safe landing on the apron. “GOTCHA!” Cali crowed as she caught a double fistful of Mariel’s hair when the blonde began to rise. “Didn’t think you were gonna get rid of me that easy, didjWHOOOAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!” McGinty stuffed both hands against Calliope’s chest, rose up on tiptoe and pushed out as far and hard as she could to send the One Woman Freakshow soaring all the way from the apron to the guardrail for the low, low cost of a few tufts of hair!
The hellacious BWAAANG of Calliope’s landing earned a sympathetic groan from the crowd and concerned glance from a recently risen Eve Choldstone. Momentarily forgetting her own handful of Val’s dark hair, the Fallen Angel glanced over one shoulder and called, “CALI? HOW YOU DOHUURRRGGGGK!”
Stipanovic clamped a mitt around the Frighteners’ throat, clambered to her feet and caught hold of the smaller wrestler’s waistband. “Bet she’s doing better than you, loser.” Choldstone didn’t muster an answer before the towering brunette yanked her into the air, Eve’s feet kicking frantically in the heartbeats before Stipanovic went to one knee and THWHUNKED the freak’s spine across her posted thigh!
CHOKE SLAM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hd2oixc6mnI
The Haunter of the Dark let out a blood curdling howl as she bounced from Val to the deck. She would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Stems hadn’t caught her by the straps and hauled her to verticality. “YOU GOOD, MAR?” Val called to her partner in the midst of shifting to a Wristlock.
“Better than good, girl!” McGinty called back. “Bring that brat over here!”
Stipanovic didn’t need to be told twice, she stepped back, dropped her hips and sent Eve racing at the Leggs corner. Frazzled and flummoxed by the colossal Backbreaker, Choldstone managed to keep her own legs beneath her for the whole of the journey, unfortunately it meant her throbbing vertebrae took another nasty jolt when she spun into the thinly-sheathed buckles. Her arms had *just* settled over the top rope when Stipanovic came flying in feet first, the white-clad Gamazon putting every bit of her near six feet into the Dropkick she THWHAPPED offa Eve’s chin!
STIPANOKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msHkEsnOaQ8
The Frighteners’ head snapped back and she crumpled to her tush whereas Stipanovic somersaulted clear of the corner and bounced up so she could make a timely tag to Mariel. Legal once more, McGinty didn’t climb through or even over the ropes, instead she hurried up the ring-post into the high rent district where she settled into a tense crouch. As for Val, she palmed Eve’s head in both hands and hauled her to muscled her to boot-leather in one ferocious tug. Going low to get her arms around Choldstone’s thighs, Stipanovic lifted her burden high, then backed out of the corner and turned around so Eve was facing her partner. Grinning from ear to ear, McGinty blew her foe a kiss, then leapt and stretched her right leg full length, all the better to hook it over Choldstone’s throat. Caught flush by the flying Gamotine, Eve could only brace for impact as Leggs rode / drove her into the deck with a cringe worthy fusion of Spinebuster and Gam Changer!
GAM-OTINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fwmeJ3BS0E
Mariel spun to one knee, then slid into position above Choldstone’s noggin and slipped her legs around each side. It looked like a Headscissors but instead of squeezing Mariel leaned forward, hooked her foe behind the knees and pulled those limp legs up high enough to hook her calves against the pits of Eve’s knees. Soon as that was done she planted on her hands and hoisted her tush off the mat, McGinty mouthing along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mariel raises her hands wearily in triumph atop the unconscious Eve. She rolls off in a backwards somersault, ending on her knees while Choldstone snaps out of her matchbook and into a lifeless spreadeagle.
Valerie’s behind her flaxen-haired counterpart, first massaging McGinty’s shoulders then scooping under her arms to lift Mariel to her feet and turn her into an embrace.
The crowd offers their support, clearly excited to see Leggs, Inc. emerge victorious but perhaps even more so enthusiastic about the Mania masterpiece afoot between the long-limbed challengers and America’s Sweethearts. The champs had long since removed the fluke label and moved to impressive and inspiring. Still as the near six-footers shout into the nearest lens they’re coming for the titles, FAWN’s beloved ‘Hearts might be champs and underdogs at once on the biggest show of the year.