Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:27:08 GMT
Mariel and Valerie had navigated a long and leggy winding road to reach this moment, backstage, waiting for their cue to push past one last roadblock. Only a pair of singles superstars, banded together recently, remained in front of them; the chance to reach their legacy years after the projections close enough to taste.
Protecting the champs from the Kanes turned from hugely successful mercenary hit-job to a showcase Bethany Christian couldn’t deny and now the former ‘sure thing’ Tag Champions-to-be after the long, discouraging detour through Sweetheartland and other ruinations were within one win of facing their recent employer and her aptly named Gold Standard on the grandest stage of them all.
The long-limbed lovelies whispered final words to each other when the lights dimmed. The Tron blinked from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font that emerged and settled into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready but somewhat mixed in their reaction. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, moved to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The team’s anthem wasn’t used in vain, as the two tall drinks of water had lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trailed, 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 emerged 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 weren’t interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chanted for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reached the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette was in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair sported striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. Weighing a combined two hundred and fifty-five pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…‘LEGS‘…MCGINTY and VALERIE ‘STEMS’ STIPANOVIC… ladies and most assuredly gentlemen… LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only slowed when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raised it to her lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Our opponents tonight thrilled you with their wild, frenetic and victorious display against the precious Diamonds & Pearls. But unlike either of those teams, true tornadoes touch the clouds above.”
Legs and Stems looked each other up and down, showing off the glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging one through. Limber torsos follow, then the trailing set of gams.
Inside, McGinty and Stipanovic moved to the middle, the blonde returning to her announcement.
“Tonight, thanks to our thoughtful commissioner, Cosmic Noir and all of you wonderful fans will find out what a Tornado Tag can be when FAWN’s Amazonian whirlwinds inhabit the ring.”
McGinty handed the stick to Nick Castle and, in tandem, Leggs, Inc. moved to their corner. The duo turned their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for their counterparts to arrive and settle who would take the shine off Portia’s Golden Girls at ’Mania.
“And introducing their opponents, first, hailing from Bridgeport California and standing at five feet eight inches tall, she is the Pinstripe Powerhouse… VERONICA TREYMANE! And her partner, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, and standing at five feet and two inches tall, she is the Star Strider… LILY BURLINGAME! At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-four pounds, they are COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. guitars of her entrance theme. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the longtime friends and recent tag team partners.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Lily saluted the throng with a raised index finger, then strolled to the edge of the stage to accept a microphone from a waiting FAWN tech. “Ya know, it’s funny,” she began when the crowd quieted a bit, “the way you’re talking Mar, it makes me think that YOU think Veronica and I would sweat the thought of a Tornado Tag?” Burlingame smiled, shook her head ‘no’. “I get it. You’re tall. REALLY tall. But you think whirlwinds scare me? Ladies, they don’t call me the Crimson Comet because it looks great on a tee-shirt. I walk between the raindrops, stride among the stars and tornados? They just mean I get a little more air before I bring a Cherry Warhead down on that target you call a torso. You want a tornado? You‘re on.”
Finishing with a wink, Lily handed the mic to Veronica. “Here’s the thing, ladies. I don’t have a problem with either of you. In fact, I’d be happy to see you take the gold off Baby’s tin-plated henchwenches at ‘Mania. But then you put our names in your mouth, and with a decided lack of respect, no less. And unlike the two of you, we’re NO ONE’S gatekeepers. So now Lily and I have to teach you a hard lesson. You call down the Chicago Lightning…”
Burlingame leaned in and finished, “You better be prepared for the thunder.” The Maroon Meteor raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from her Star Gazers and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Girl that Gravity Forgot in the lead by a few steps..
For tonight’s ‘Mania shaping showdown with the Towering Tag Specialists, Lily sported a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore matching togs, the red replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt also gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Roseate Rocket went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Posing together for the hard camera, blonde and brunette urged the crowd to even greater noise as they turned their attention to the combined might of Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic.
Doing his best to keep a brave face after the abrupt change of stipulation, Al Carpenter posted up in the center of the ring where he took several deep breaths before calling for the bell.
CLANG!
Mariel and Valerie were out of their corner at once, the ladies of Leggs Inc. obviously confident after their victory over the Kanes at Summer Swelter. Not that there was any hesitation on the Cosmic Noir side of town, as Veronica and Lily went straight at their statuesque opposition, Treymane on McGinty and Burlingame on Stipanovic.
Simultaneously pleased and irritated to see the former Lightweight Champ coming her way like she meant to lock up, the long, lean brunette raised both hands and beckoned her in. “C’mon short stuff. You wanna play with the big girls? Show me what you’ve HEY!”
The Crimson Comet went up on tiptoe and lunged at Val only to dip beneath the Angeleno’s answering grasp at the last possible instant. Lily had a moment to take Stipanovic’s six, but chose to run the ropes instead. Her return was just as quick and the subsequent Dropkick was even quicker, though she THWHAPPED it between the shoulders of one Mariel McGinty! Understandably focused on her inevitable clinch with the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Mariel stumbled forward and ate the brunt of a Rolling Elbow from Treymane! McGinty hit the deck in a heap and immediately barrel-rolled toward the ropes to clear her head.
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieHE0Zq4MfE
“Leaving already, Daisy?” Veronica called after her. “I thought we were just getting startNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Not about to let the big blonde crow in the wake of a sneak attack, Valerie closed in fast and hopped up to lash out with her right leg in a Rockette’s style kick that THWHACKED her boot flush against Veronica’s mug!
SILVER LAKE SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txR1oYdKTfQ
“That’s what you get, brat!” Stipanovic sniped down at the fallen blonde. “I’ll teach you to take cheap shots on OOWWW!”
Stinging pain in Val’s left thigh whipped her around to find Lily Burlingame already speeding out of reach. “Get back here, Lily!” the brunette demanded as she took chase. “Don’t make me NNNNGGGHH!”
Burlingame came off the ropes and immediately launched into a low Dropkick that drilled both heels into the svelte, summer-tanned meat of Stipanovic’s left thigh. Didn’t take Valerie off her feet, it did however knock her off balance long enough to lose track of the obnoxiously elusive Lightweight. A chiding whistle from over one shoulder spun Val yet again, meaning she was still a bit wobbly when Lily leapt off the second strand and landed with her knees astride the big brunette’s shoulders. There was a heavy THWHUMP followed by a loud roar from the FAWNatics as the Diving Meteora put Stipanovic on her back and shot both legs into the air.
DIVING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=793visWovDM
Likelihood be damned, the Star Strider bundled both stems under her armpits and leaaaaaaaaned forward, Burlingame holding on for dear life as she tried to engineer the damndest rout in recent memory…
ONE!
CRAAACK!
Mariel McGinty stepped up from behind and laid a lashing Knife-Edge Chop between Lily’s shoulders to break the cover well before ‘TWO!’ “Nice try, shrimp.” the blonde huffed. “But you’re not sneaking one past NNNNNGGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie Treymane didn’t make a habit of hitting girls from behind, but she made an exception for the stinging Double Overhand Slap she laid between McGinty’s shoulders!
“Why don’t we just let them have their fun, Daisy?” the Gorgeous Gangster asked as Mariel rounded on her with stormy eyes.
“Oh, you’re ready to lock up for real now?” she didn’t sound the slightest bit intimidated by the prospect of battling a former World Champion. “Bring it on… shorty.”
Veronica obliged her at once, the leggy blondes meeting in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that promptly shifted over to a Muy Thai clinch that allowed them to throw sharp Kneelifts into their opponent’s midsection. McGinty and Treymane engaged in more than half a dozen rounds of one for one exchange before the Magnificent Moll intercepted Mariel’s knee with her own, then relinquished her clasp around the Pennsylvanian’s neck in favor of cinching those brawny arms around her opponent’s slim waist.
“NNNNGGGGHH!” McGinty groaned in pain and quite a bit of surprise, as it was a rare instance when she found herself lifted off her feet by nothing more than a Bear Hug. Cheek pressed snug to the other blonde’s pert chest, Veronica gave the Hug a rough little terrier shake and muttered, “Ready to give it up, Legs?”
McGinty shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and crooked her left arm around the back of Treymane’s head so she could repeatedly jab the point of her right elbow into the crown of the other wrestler’s skull. “Let me go, cutie!” Mariel growled. “Or I’ll bust you wide opHHHRRRRHH!”
‘Ronnie muscled her burden that much higher, upgrading the strength of her shakin’ from terrier to bulldog in the process. Unable to deliver more elbows during current conditions, McGinty clamped down on Treymane’s shoulders and pushed up with all her might. “Huh-uh, Daisy.” Veronica muttered as she felt the other blonde inching north in her clutches. “You’re not getting out like thUUUUUGGGHHHH!”
Face lit in a triumphant smile as she secured a Bodyscissors around Treymane’s sturdy waist, Mariel crossed her ankles and bore down again, every muscle in those vaunted legs shredding into sharp relief as she answered the Destroyer’s squeeze with her own. “Not looking for a way out, baby.” McGinty explained to her opposition. “Just looking to put us on equal RRRGGGHHH!”
Veronica shut her up with another round of rough squeezing so Mariel gave it right back, the blondes descending into tense silence as each fought to impose her will upon the other.
Elsewhere, Valerie Stipanovic and Lily Burlingame regained their feet right about the time Veronica welcomed Mariel to the Bear Hug. Smirking as she saw Lily realize her back-up was effectively occupied, Stems rolled her shoulders and said, “Can’t run forever, stubby. I’ll catch ya sooner or later, and when I do…”
The Maroon Meteor rolled her eyes, clearly not worried about the implication of leggy demolition. “Don’t have to run forever, beanpole. Just long enough to tire you out. Because once I’ve got you on the mat? You’re gonna feel REAL small.”
Val laughed aloud. “Ok honey, you wanna take me down?” she set her feet and raised one hand high overhead, much to the amusement of the FAWNatics. “Oh wait! Is that too high for ya? Here.” Stipanovic sank to one knee, the Angeleno clearly enjoying her near foot of height advantage. “Think you can reach noNNGGHH!”
Lily sprang onto Stems’ posted thigh and THWHONKED a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull! That taste of the original Shining Wizard knocked Val on her butt, albeit for no more than a half second. In her scrambling return to verticality she extended a hand to ward Burlingame off and instead got caught in Wristlock that the former Lightweight Champion turned into three successive Arm Wringers.
“Sneaking little snot.” Valerie grunted as she swatted at her tweaked shoulder. “Just wait ‘til I get my hands on HEY!”
Burlingame wrenched Stipanovic’s arm a fourth time before trading the Wristlock for a Greco Roman Knucklelock that she used to lead the taller brunette on a quick jog to an unoccupied corner. Skipping to a mount on the second rope (she had her back to the corner) Lily gave the Knucklelock a competitive squeeze, then tapped the top of Val’s head to draw Stems’ attention to the hand waiting over her head.
“C’mon, babe.” Burlingame teased. “That’s not too far to reach, is it?”
“Oh stubby, you’re gonna regret this!”
Valerie ‘smecked’ her palm to Lily’s and just like that they were locked in a Test of Strength, nine inches of height disparity or not.
With the ‘height advantage’ now on Burlingame’s side, Lily leaned downward, bending back Valerie’s wrists, pain etched on the face of the leggy brunette. Val started to lower under the increasing pressure of her ‘taller’ foe when Stipanovic seemed to steel herself against her foe’s efforts, pushing upward. But before Stems could make it back to even, Lily broke her Knuckle-lock, both hands wrapping around Valerie’s left wrist. The former Cherry Bomb leapt off her perch and sent Stems flying across the ring courtesy an improvised Arm Drag.
Amongst the blondes across the way, the Pinstripe Powerhouse lived up to her name winning the squeeze play with McGinty, Veronica’s increasingly tight embrace ‘convincing’ Mariel’s legs to unlock, the scissoring limbs dropping from around the Treymane’s waist. Immediately, Ronnie pushed her power game, sending the near six-footer flipping over her shoulders with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly on Legs. The flaxen-haired Amazon CRASHED across her spine, Mariel’s long torso curling in pain as she reached for her lower backbone.
A split-second after the toss, the skidding Stems slid to a stop at Veronica’s feet. Treymane took a glance at Lily as the Roseate Rocket kipped to her feet and offered to switch dance partners. Veronica helped a dizzied Val to vertical, locking a wing behind the lanky brunette with a Hammerlock. With one limb trapped, Veronica wrapped her free arm around the back of Stipanovic’s neck and treated a second member of Leggs, Inc. to a ride, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sending another slender Amazon up and over, this one with a Hammerlock Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
Now it’s the Angeleno’s turn to look like she might have slipped a disc at the base of her spine. Her blonde counterpart was pushing up despite the biting pain and the trade-off by Cosmic Noir paid further dividends when Lily threw her petite frame into the cables and rebounded toward the risen Mariel.
McGinty looked ready for a sidewalk slam, plucking a sprinting Burlingame off the deck on her hip, but the former Cherry Bomb blew that idea to smithereens. Her momentum far too much for McGinty to control, Lily orbiting around the baffled blonde until she finally found herself in an elevated front Facelock and SPIKED the leggy blonde’s skull into the canvas with a Tilt-a-Whirl DDT.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
Mariel absently flopped to her back after the brutal impact and Burlingame dove atop her foe in as much of a Crossbody as her diminutive frame allowed for the…
ONE…
Mariel heaved Lily off with a shove and rose to a seat, her eyes still spinning from the wild ride the cosmic cutie provided moments earlier.
As a pinballing Burlingame scooted to her feet and dashed into a low-rise Dropkick, the Bomb lowering the boom on McGinty’s chest to continue her frenzied and fantastic start, the Magnificent Moll scraping a wobbly Val off the canvas a few feet from her flattened partner. Leggs, Inc. was finding the fight with Cosmic Noir a completely different situation than their surprise Swelter hit job on the Kanes and Stipanovic had no answer when Treymane scooped and placed the long, lean brunette onto her right shoulder then Body Slammed her back to the canvas, simply but oh so convincingly. Again, the LA Woman arched in pain from the THUMPING impact.
Showing a stubborn streak, Val twisted up to her haunches to keep Ronnie from thinking a pin was available, but the Gorgeous Gangster had something else in mind, having already raced to the ropes. Hitting the cables, she U-turned and PLOWED a boot sole nearly THROUGH the head of the reeling Valerie, Treymane applying her Cement Shoes.
CEMENT SHOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWBO_riQ7T0
The wicked whiplash Val suffered as she flipped away from the collision drew a reflexive ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd, Valerie ending stacked against the corner buckles, ass over tea kettle, facing toward the rumbling fans.
Lily whistled to Ronnie as the Powerhouse yanked Stipanovic out of her rope-aided headstand, pulled her flaccid frame to vertical, and stuffed her back into the corner in a more natural position. Treymane turned to find Burlingame in the opposite buckles with a wobbly McGinty by her side. Grabbing a wrist, Lily pivoted and directed Veronica to do the same with Val. A grinning Powerhouse seemed to love the idea of a meeting of the Amazonian minds. She nodded toward her diminutive partner.
Together, Cosmic Noir threw their foes with stereo Irish whips. However, the plan was quickly revised when Mariel’s size came into play, the leggy blonde anchoring herself and reversing the Whip. She sent little Lily speeding toward the successfully tossed Stipanovic. Valerie lifted a Big Boot toward the forehead of the charging Cherry, but Bomb used her lack of stature to her advantage, ducking under.
Seeing their plan go awry, Veronica juked past Burlingame in the opposite direction, planning to plant Stems when she skidded to a stop and turned, but Mariel charged to meet the former World Champion before she could Spear her partner. This Big Boot connected with vicious force, the length of the blonde’s endless gam putting SO much power behind the leather at its end. It almost seemed a surprise when Veronica’s head wasn’t seen rolling around on its own, such was the impact, Treymane laid out in a semiconscious spreadeagle.
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X9eimahHlU
Mariel dropped to hands and knees at Ronnie’s feet and pushed forward, Matchbooking the waylaid Gangster beneath her, Veronica’s own formidable legs bracketing her face for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ronnie spasmed to the side, rolling a shoulder up as she slipped free of McGinty’s pinning effort then flopping to her chest. A frustrated Mariel pushed to her feet and began to reach for the battered Treymane when Lily came down like a lightning bolt from the top buckle half a ring away. Her Missile Dropkick was textbook, cracking McGinty in the chin. Mariel’s legs sending her backpedaling into the ropes but she kept herself standing with the help of the cables.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lgZTD0Yrgg
Stipanovic charged the dark-haired pest but Burlingame kipped to her feet then sprang skyward with legs extended, snapping the abbreviated stems around a startled Val’s temples. With a Hurricanrana on the menu, Lily threw her modest bodyweight backward, hoping to rip Valerie off her literally trademarked lower limbs. However, the strength in the Angeleno’s base keeps her in place, Burlingame draped down her body. A snarling Stipanovic pulls the smaller grappler back to a precarious seat on her shoulders and rushed toward the far buckles, heaving Lily from several feet out, Stems’ Buckle Bomb exploding the Cherry variety.
BUCKLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZQYMkLPCm0
Rocked by the colossal collision, a dazed Lily staggered back into the waiting arms of Stems who lifted her with ease across her chest. Carrying Lily as if she weighed a feather, Val moved to the ropes and tossed her foe over the top as if a battle royal had broken out, Burlingame CRASHING to the apron before rolling weakly to plop with a meaty thud against the thinly padded cement.
With the buzzing mosquito properly swatted, Valerie met Mariel mid-ring, and after a shake of the blonde’s head to clear some cobwebs, each strode to Veronica with malice in their eyes, the Pinstripe Powerhouse only having made it to hands and knees in front of the Incorporated duo.
Standing side by side in front of the penitent former World Champ, the domineering duo each raised a foot and brought it STAMPING down on Treymane’s fingers! Not content to merely mash, the Mariel and Val leaned in and grrrrrrrrrrround their soles back and forth, then dipped down and back for a stereo hair flip that earned a mixture of cheers and jeers from the capacity crowd.
“What’s wrong, baby?” McGinty was all smiles as she mussed the other blonde’s hair. “Got your dirty little paws caught in a rat tr-HEY!”
Veronica twisted her head and snapped at Mariel’s fingers, but the tag specialist drew back with an instant to spare. Not about to allow such an indignity to befall her partner, Val snatcher a handful of hair, wrenched ‘Ronnie’s noggin back and paintbrushed her flushed cheeks with a pair of quick slaps. “Mariel asked you a question, loser.” she chided. “But since you don’t wanna answer…”
Brunette and blonde each raised an arm and THWUMPED ‘em down across their opponent’s broad shoulders! Treymane “NNNGGGGHHED!” in pain and slumped forward, making it child’s play for the tall terrors to kneel down and collect her in a tandem Front Facelock. Slinging the Magnificent Moll’s arms across their shoulders to ensure they’d offer no trouble for what came next. Leggs hauled their blonde to verticality, then reached down with their free hands not to snag hold of opposing waistband, but to ‘walk’ their index and middle fingers from Treymane’s thighs to the strong curve of her rump. Once there Mariel and Valerie exchanged a mutual finger snap, snatched a whole lotta pinstripe briefs and YANKED them up with a savage wedgie that made Veronica’s trunks vanish even as she was hoisted into the air directly above her adversaries!
“Oh what, you don’t like it?” Stipanovic teased the Treymane Gang by pulling a little harder.
“Then do something about it!” McGinty added. “Otherwise, shut up and count!”
The jeering intensified in some corners, though there were plenty of FAWNatics who did as Leggs bade. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Mariel and Val went up on tiptoe and swung their burden forward and down while simultaneously dropping to their knees to THUWHAM Treymane down flat on her face, chest and belly with a thunderous Double Gourdbuster!
DOUBLE GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqFsD_WLVZI
Veronica bounced on impact and probably would’ve tumbled onto her back if Stipanovic hadn’t caught her head in both hands and driven her forehead back into the mat. Shifting her hands to a clasp under the blonde’s chin, Val braced the crown of her skull against the mat and somersaulted into a low bridge that wrenched Treymane’s head and neck at an extremely unpleasant angle. “Send her to the back of the line, Mariel!” Valerie called as she pulled and jounced on the Flipping Chancery.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
McGinty nodded and did an about-face, but didn’t head for the ropes until she’d confirmed that Lily Burlingame was still clinging to the apron on the far side of the ring. Thus satisfied she hit the strands at a dead run, came back just as fast and dropped into a skidding slide that THWUNKED both heels into the other blonde’s forehead! Val released on impact and tumbled away from their prey, allowing Mariel the glory of pinning the Dangerous Dame for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica pushed McGinty away and sat up, a show of brawny resilience that earned her a quick Knife-Edge Chop between the shoulders. “You may be tuff, but you still can’t compete with us, short stuff!” the Slippery Rock native explained as she handed Treymane over to Valerie. “Tie her to the Tree of Woe, Stems. I’ll grab the luchadorka.”
Stipanovic grinned, hauled Treymane to boot leather and hupped her onto one shoulder, the Angeleno making a point to clap a big handful of blonde backside in the process. With Veronica thus dealt with, Mariel hurried to verticality and strolled to the ropes directly in front of the woozy highflier. “Need a hand ‘lil Lily? I got you, girl!”
McGinty stepped onto the bottom rope, bent down and plunged a hand into Burlingame’s hair. Lily didn’t much care for this treatment and she tried to prize free of Legs’ grip, alas Mariel just doubled down on the hair-hold and used it to drag the squirming Star Strider onto the apron. A Kneelift delivered between the strands further scrambled Lily’s defenses, meaning McGinty had plenty of time to secure a Front Facelock and drape the heiress’ near arm across her shoulders. No wedgie for the Crimson Comet, though Mariel did make sure to pinch her opponent’s pert buttocks before she hooked her waistband and muscled her into the raf-
‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ from those assembled when Lily planted a foot against the middle rope and pushed off in time with McGinty’s lift. Shot skyward with far more momentum than originally intended, Burlingame soared past midnight to land on her feet directly behind the startled blonde! Going up on tiptoe so she could thread her hands across Mariel’s chin, Lily leapt up and kicked her legs out full length to THAWHAM McGinty down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Jumping Neckbreaker!
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKxk8q1cUdI
Legs bounced to a slumped seat though she didn’t stay there long because Lily grabbed on at both shoulders and stretched her out flat, the Lightweight pillar fearlessly hooking one of those endless gams while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
“WHOOOAAAHH!”
Valerie helped herself to the smaller brunette’s ankles and simply pulled her away from Mariel, Burlingame skidding across the mat like it was a waterslide and not battle-warmed canvas! Popping to one knee in spite of the mat burn, Lily-- THWHUNK! Stipanovic caught her flush in the chest with a Basement Big Boot that turned the heiress inside out despite the low altitude.
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
“Sneaky little punk!” Val huffed as she took hold of Lily’s left foot. “Let’s see how well you fly around with broken legs!” Stems twisted around the exposed limb to trap Burlingame’s calf against the back of her right thigh, then dropped to a seat and seized her victim’s right leg. With the Figure Four almost complete, Stipanovic placed Burlingame’s left shin atop her right thigh so she could hook her left leg over the exposed ankle and--
“OOOOOOOHHH GAAAWD!” Lily screamed long and loud as Valerie poured it on with the legendary Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bl7ABawcIpw
“Give it up!” the Angeleno planted her hands and hoisted her butt off the mat to add even more torque to the torture. “You better tap that mat right now, little girl! If I go Figure Eight it’ll snap you in half!”
“What do you say, Lily?” Al Carpenter asked immediately thereafter. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Lily sat up and began to pound away at Stipanovic’s legs as hard as she could, which admittedly wasn’t very much.
Val shook her head in disgust. “Fine, if that’s how you want it. Welcome to the Big Time, little--”
THA-WHAM!
Stems had left ‘Ronnie singing the Woe-lsom Prison Blues, but apparently she didn’t realize the blonde was equal parts escape artist and gangster because Valerie had absolutely no idea Treymane had crunched her way to a seat on the top turnbuckle until she dropped out of the sky with every bit of her hundred and forty so pounds crashing down atop that long, lean torso! The Splash destroyed every vestige of the Figure Four, allowing Treymane to hook Stipanovic’s far leg and pull it close for the…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfvAEGjcRyM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mariel flew in from across the ring to drill a Double Axehandle between Veronica’s shoulders, breaking the cover with half a second to spare. “Don’t think so, baby.” the blonde explained as she swiped hair off her face. “Stems and I didn’t come this far to let you two jump in line at the last EEERRRGGHHH GAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHP!”
Treymane lunged in, snaked her arms around the other blonde’s midsection and began to crush her out with the second Bear Hug of the night! “You may have me at a disadvantage in the gam department.” ‘Ronnie admitted as she imposed her will tummy to tummy, chest to chest, “But up top? Daisy, I’ll beat you every single time.”
Ronnie cinched her arms tighter, drawing a breathy squeak from the towering, slender blonde. There’s no lifting McGinty past her tiptoes considering her height, but the Gorgeous Gangster hardly needed to, squeezing the air from her fellow blonde all the same without the elevation, Veronica gaining the upper hand by slowing things down.
Several feet away, a limping Lily couldn’t help herself in wanting to do the opposite and, with Treymane having literally crushed Val moments before to save her partner, Burlingame headed for the heights to add to Stipanovic’s problems. It’s a struggle to reach the top with only one good wheel but the Crimson Comet managed. From there, Lily’s in her element. Crouched in the corner as Ronnie continued to crush the fight out of Mariel with her embrace, Burlingame waited as a waning Valerie slowly rose and turned toward the high-flyer.
Lily leapt from her perch, flying through an airborne somersault, her abbreviated lower limbs snapping shut around the Angeleno’s braincase. Stems tried to gain control of the dark-haired gnat halfway through the maneuver but there’s too much momentum even for a woman her size.
DRAGONRANA @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqJVjf1UjVE
Val’s sent flipping forward, ending in a Schoolgirl Matchbook under the feisty Bomb for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Stipanovic used her endless pins to kick free of the predicament, the crowd groaning in disappointment when Star Strider couldn’t hold on for another slap of the mat.
A few feet away, Veronica released her Hug from around a wavering Mariel after a last rattle of the flaxen-haired Amazon. Taking a couple steps back, she measured the Incorporated blonde and surges forward, spinning into a leaping kick, Ronnie’s Chicago Lightning CRASHING into McGinty’s jaw like a ton of bricks.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAYtGcj_Jc
Already on the canvas after her near-fall against Valerie, Lily dove across the felled blonde, beating her Cosmic partner to the pin-fall attempt, Burlingame atop the waylaid Mariel for…
ONE…
TWO…
And for a second time, the pocket-sized projectile failed to keep her much bigger foe flat to the canvas, Legs pushing out from under and rolling to her side. Together Cosmic Noir pulled an unraveling Mariel to her feet, Val having exited the squared circle for a timeout after her escape from the three-count.
With the tall and short of Noir each grabbing a wrist, the partners aimed the shellshocked McGinty to the far ropes and flung her with a double Irish Whip. But as Legs hitt the cables, Stipanovic slipped both arms under the bottom rope and tripped her partner to the deck in order to drag the dilapidated blonde out of the ring to safety.
Outside, the leggy duo embraced, helping each other to remain upright. Center stage, Veronica dipped and scooped her diminutive partner into Body Slam position. The Pinstripe Powerhouse showed her strength, surging to the ropes nearest the departed foes. She heaved Lily over the cables and into a Double Crossbody, the surprise evident in the bulging eyes of both leggy opponents as they’re taken off their feet by the Roseate Rocket and the booster engine provided her by Treymane.
Burlingame bounced to her feet above the splayed partners, pumping a fist at the delighted FAWNatics, feeling the momentum Cosmic Noir could ride to a Mania date with the champions. Lily only took a second to celebrate, remembering the stakes. She collected a wrist of Valerie and tugged the long, lean brunette to her feet, sending her rolling back in under the bottom rope, Treymane collecting the fading Stems, ‘helping’ the Angeleno to unsteady feet.
Veronica drew the doubled Stipanovic toward her, settling to the side of Val and pulling her foe’s near arm between Val’s never-ending legs. With a Pumphandle in place, Ronnie reached across the back of the bent Val and locked up her rival’s opposite wing. The Pinstripe Powerhouse lived up to her moniker again, launching the dark-haired Amazon HIGH into the air and dropping her across bended knee, surely dislodging some vertebrae in the long spinal column of the LA woman.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
Valerie, a victim of Treymane’s signature Backbreaker, was shoved off the plank of Ronnie’s powerful lower limb. Stems flopped to the canvas, a hand meekly massaging her lower back as the Destroyer-class blonde pressed tight to the demolished Valerie for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
There’s no cavalry call from McGinty as Lily had the blonde up for a Whip toward the ring steps, but Val managed to shove a shoulder up on her own, saving the increasingly vulnerable Leggs, Inc. from their title chances being amputated.
On the outside, the fun for Cosmic Noir seemed ready to continue when the tall, slender blonde anchored, reversing the Crimson Comet’s Irish efforts. Instead it’s Burlingame sprinting into a collision with the metal steps, a destructive CLANK echoing as Lily’s buried a shoulder into the steel to try and spare the rest of her body. It’s only partially successful as she writhed on the thinly-padded cement floor in abject agony, grasping at her throbbing wing.
Having torn Valerie to her feet inside the ring, the sound of the Rocket crash-landing into the ring steps broke Veronica’s attention. She drew the wobbling Stipanovic to the ropes to looked down upon the splayed Lily, concern growing in Ronnie’s brown eyes. Trying to take advantage of the distraction, Val shook loose of the Gangster’s grip. Stems swung a sweeping kick toward Treymane’s temple, but Veronica ducked under.
As payback for the failed attack, the Pinstripe Powerhouse NAILED Val in the jaw with a straight right. She followed with a sick slap to the opposite cheek Macy Renquist would be proud of, then finished her Drive by Night flurry with a Kneelift to the forehead of the doubled Stems that snaps the Amazon straight before Val’s decked with a Discus Clothesline from Treymane.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Q2DTVGwfKk
With Valerie dispatched, Veronica noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Mariel standing over a kneeling Burlingame, a dazed Lily’s right cheek a few inches over the middle step. McGinty raised a big boot to THUMP the Crimson Comet’s temple into the metal and deface the diminutive heiress.
There was no choice for the Magnificent Moll, leaving the splayed Valerie to grab the top rope and heave herself over, splashing into a Crossbody dive across the long, lean Legs. But Mariel proved ready, the threat to Lily a means to an end for McGinty who remained upright despite the Destroyer-class blonde’s aerial arrival. With Veronica strapped across her chest, Mariel DROVE the entirety of her foe’s spinal column into the apron’s edge then pivoted and body SLAMMED Ronnie’s mangled backbone across the top steel step, trying to snap the Gangster’s vertebrae in the process.
With Veronica arching in anguish, Treymane snatched the loopy Lily and stuffed Burlingame back into the squared circle where Valerie, back up to hands and knees and shaking out cobwebs, awaited.
Stipanovic accepted the gift at once, scraping the flagging Lightweight off the canvas in great, greedy handfuls even as she told her partner, “Get up top, Mar! We’re gonna finish her in style!”
McGinty nodded, climbed onto the apron and trudged her way to the nearest corner while Stipanovic marched / dragged Burlingame to the center of the ring. “So you like heights, huh tiny?” Val muttered as she turned the smaller brunette to face her ascendant partner. “Then I bet you’ll love this Tower of Terror!” No response from the Star Strider, so Stipanovic dipped low, wedged her head between opposing thighs and earned a worried ‘ooooohhhh!’ from those assembled as she strapped Lily into a high-voltage Electric Chair.
Understanding what Stems had in mind, Mariel straightened up and beckoned the Angeleno forward. “A few steps closer, Val. That’s right, THERE! Stop!”
Nodding at the increased buzz from the FAWNatics, McGinty took a moment to ‘frame’ Burlingame in a miniature screen of thumb and forefingers, then leapt out into the void leading with her right leg, that devastating limb a gammy game changer that Leggs Inc. would ride straight into a match with the Gold Stand-NO!
A heartbeat shy of losing her head, Lily tightened her legs around Valerie’s neck and snapped backward with everything she had left in her diminutive frame. The brilliance of this evasion was twofold. First, it left Mariel without a target for the Gam Changer, meaning the Pennsylvania native THAWHAMMED down hard on her hip and lower back, McGinty rolling around on the mat in teary-eyed anguish. Second, it ripped Stipanovic off her feet, the Angeleno turned inside out to THA-WHONK down flush on the back of her head and shoulders!
INVERTED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM
Too wide-eyed with incredulity to share the thunderous roar of the sold-out crowd, Lily closer to McGinty and scrambled to her on all fours only to pound the mat with both hands when the shell-shocked blonde rolled under the bottom rope. The Roseate Rocket turned on a dime, popped to her feet and raced back to Stipanovic, Burlingame throwing herself into an inside-out Front Flip to TWHUMP down on Stems’ exposed midsection. Hooking the far leg for all she was worth, Lily held on tight while the ref and FAWNatics tolled off…
RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy7Ae7_puY4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Valerie wrenched loose with a whisper to spare, the near-six footer just too much for the youngest Burlingame sister to keep down even at this late stage.
The noise was deafening now, but damned if Lily didn’t block it out once she’d confirmed that Mariel and Veronica were currently out of play. Taking up position on Stipanovic’s six, the Crimson Comet dropped to one knee and extended a hand to Val, Burlingame wordlessly demanding her foe to rise. Eventually she did as bade, though Carpenter’s count had reached ‘SEVEN!’ by that point. As of yet unaware of the impending meteor, Valerie tottered around and-- Lily charged and leapt, snatching the Angeleno’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock to take her for a ride on big sister’s Ace Crush-NOT TODAY!
Stipanovic got one hand on Lily’s butt, the other on her lower back and didn’t so much push as she did carry, the white-clad battler rushing her burden to the edge of the squared circle and launching her over the top rope! Burlingame adjusted as best she could but there was nothing to hook onto, nothing to slow her fall until she BWAAAANGED chest-first into the steel guardrail!
Nodding in weary satisfaction as Lily slopped into an insensate puddle at the foot of the barricade, Val pushed away from the strands and called, “You ok, Mar? Call out, babNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Veronica Treymane was a tad too late to save Lily from the big fall, but she was right on time with the Spear she buried in the Stipanovic’s belly!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1hW-45bwiQ
The impact deposited both ladies within easy reach of the ropes, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse plunged both hands into Val’s hair and dragged her out to the center, whereupon reaching she got to her feet and forced Stems to do the same. A sharp Kneelift folded Valerie over, leaving her unable to offer any defense when Treymane butterflied her arms in a Double Underhook. Sick with worry and anger over what’d befallen the Star Strider, ’Ronnie pumped a few more knees into Val’s tummy and huffed, “I swear Daisy, if ‘Lil misses ANY time for that stunt you pulled, you and I are gonna HHHRRRGGGH!”
Gam Changer didn’t miss the second time around, Mariel coming in from DEEP in left field to leap-frog over her partner en route to hooking her right leg across Treymane’s throat and THAWHAMMING her down on the back of her head and shoulders.
GAM CHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWnrCUf9fis
Vaguely aware that she might’ve drilled Val’s skull into the mat with an unintended DDT, McGinty was extremely relieved to see her friend already on one knee while she scraped Veronica off the mat. “Get ready, Val!” she called to the brunette. “This chick is toast!”
Swinging around behind the mugged Moll, Legs caught a Waistlock and lifted the other blonde off her feet just enough to brace ‘Ronnie’s inner thighs against the planks of her own thighs. From there she trapped Treymane’s arms half & half style, a Half Nelson for the left and a Chickenwing for the right, her grips making it that much easier for McGinty to lean the big blonde forward and down. Elsewhere, Valerie Stipanovic made it to verticality and raced in from the left to DRIVE her right knee into the former World Champion’s temple!
LEGGY KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=an0F36UMeeY
Treymane shuddered and might’ve tumbled to the mat if the Queen of Slippery Rock hadn’t tightened her clutches! As for Val, she continued to the far side of the ring, bounced off and came back not for a second Kneelift but a gorgeous vertical leap that hooked her left leg across the back of Veronica’s head. Mariel sat out in time with the descent of the Fame-Legger to add a truncated Wheelbarrow Powerbomb to their opponent’s misery, ‘Ronnie just THWHUNK-THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
FAME-LEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2lB6G039Rs
With Treymane’s own stems threaded around her hips in the aftermath, McGinty leaned forward and cinched her arms around the other blonde’s waist so she could roll / flop her onto her back and thus take a heavy seat on Veronica’s chest. The Pinstripe Powerhouse’s gams were firmly in Mariel’s control thanks to the Reverse Matchbook, however that didn’t stop Valerie from sitting down a little ways above ‘Ronnie’s head and hooking her own legs over their opponent’s upturned calves to ensure there was no way Treymane could kick out before Al counted off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Blonde and brunette unhooked at once and spun in different directions only to come together in an overjoyed hug, the longtime friends still on their knees when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and the new number one contenders for the FAWN Tag Team Championship… LEGGS INC.!”
Valerie and Mariel broke loose from their embrace, each still in possession of the other’s near wrist. They raised them high to the growing acceptance from the crowd. Though most in the audience had been pulling for Cosmic Noir; with Leggs now facing Portia and her Gold Standard, the long-limbed duo had instantly become FAWN favorites.
Perhaps not wanting to damper the love the FAWNatics provide, the winners took a couple steps from the demolished Veronica so they’re not hovering in victory. The contenders even waited patiently as a late-arriving Lily reached her partner and stirred the pummeled Powerhouse enough to guide her out of the ring, battered blonde and brunette departing solemnly, albeit with heads held high.
Only then do the Incorporated pairing turn their attention to the nearest lens, focusing on the titleholders and their manager who were surely on the other end somewhere in the arena.
“Portia,” a beaming Mariel began. “I hope you shine those belts up nice and pretty. It’s the way we like them.”
A sterner looking Val sneered at the camera.
“You thought you could use as gatekeepers. Keep us at arm’s length from Amara and Alexis while we kept you safe from the big bads of the division. But now we’re damn well within LEG’S LENGTH of you and your overrated punks. And we’re not gatekeepers, we’re gate-CRASHERS. When we come calling at Mania, you best believe the waiting is going to be over for Leggs, Inc. And do you know who else is going to be over, Mariel?”
“Baby and her brainwashed minions?” the delighted McGinty responded.
Stems nodded her head as a sign off, the broadcast cutting to a promo for tonight’s title tilts.
Protecting the champs from the Kanes turned from hugely successful mercenary hit-job to a showcase Bethany Christian couldn’t deny and now the former ‘sure thing’ Tag Champions-to-be after the long, discouraging detour through Sweetheartland and other ruinations were within one win of facing their recent employer and her aptly named Gold Standard on the grandest stage of them all.
The long-limbed lovelies whispered final words to each other when the lights dimmed. The Tron blinked from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font that emerged and settled into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready but somewhat mixed in their reaction. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, moved to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The team’s anthem wasn’t used in vain, as the two tall drinks of water had lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trailed, 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 emerged 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 weren’t interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chanted for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reached the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette was in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair sported striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then move halfway down the ropes, remaining outside as the Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team titles. First. Weighing a combined two hundred and fifty-five pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…‘LEGS‘…MCGINTY and VALERIE ‘STEMS’ STIPANOVIC… ladies and most assuredly gentlemen… LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only slowed when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raised it to her lips.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Our opponents tonight thrilled you with their wild, frenetic and victorious display against the precious Diamonds & Pearls. But unlike either of those teams, true tornadoes touch the clouds above.”
Legs and Stems looked each other up and down, showing off the glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging one through. Limber torsos follow, then the trailing set of gams.
Inside, McGinty and Stipanovic moved to the middle, the blonde returning to her announcement.
“Tonight, thanks to our thoughtful commissioner, Cosmic Noir and all of you wonderful fans will find out what a Tornado Tag can be when FAWN’s Amazonian whirlwinds inhabit the ring.”
McGinty handed the stick to Nick Castle and, in tandem, Leggs, Inc. moved to their corner. The duo turned their focus to the stage above, joining everyone in the house in waiting for their counterparts to arrive and settle who would take the shine off Portia’s Golden Girls at ’Mania.
“And introducing their opponents, first, hailing from Bridgeport California and standing at five feet eight inches tall, she is the Pinstripe Powerhouse… VERONICA TREYMANE! And her partner, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, and standing at five feet and two inches tall, she is the Star Strider… LILY BURLINGAME! At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-four pounds, they are COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. guitars of her entrance theme. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the longtime friends and recent tag team partners.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Lily saluted the throng with a raised index finger, then strolled to the edge of the stage to accept a microphone from a waiting FAWN tech. “Ya know, it’s funny,” she began when the crowd quieted a bit, “the way you’re talking Mar, it makes me think that YOU think Veronica and I would sweat the thought of a Tornado Tag?” Burlingame smiled, shook her head ‘no’. “I get it. You’re tall. REALLY tall. But you think whirlwinds scare me? Ladies, they don’t call me the Crimson Comet because it looks great on a tee-shirt. I walk between the raindrops, stride among the stars and tornados? They just mean I get a little more air before I bring a Cherry Warhead down on that target you call a torso. You want a tornado? You‘re on.”
Finishing with a wink, Lily handed the mic to Veronica. “Here’s the thing, ladies. I don’t have a problem with either of you. In fact, I’d be happy to see you take the gold off Baby’s tin-plated henchwenches at ‘Mania. But then you put our names in your mouth, and with a decided lack of respect, no less. And unlike the two of you, we’re NO ONE’S gatekeepers. So now Lily and I have to teach you a hard lesson. You call down the Chicago Lightning…”
Burlingame leaned in and finished, “You better be prepared for the thunder.” The Maroon Meteor raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from her Star Gazers and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Girl that Gravity Forgot in the lead by a few steps..
For tonight’s ‘Mania shaping showdown with the Towering Tag Specialists, Lily sported a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore matching togs, the red replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt also gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Roseate Rocket went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Posing together for the hard camera, blonde and brunette urged the crowd to even greater noise as they turned their attention to the combined might of Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic.
Doing his best to keep a brave face after the abrupt change of stipulation, Al Carpenter posted up in the center of the ring where he took several deep breaths before calling for the bell.
CLANG!
Mariel and Valerie were out of their corner at once, the ladies of Leggs Inc. obviously confident after their victory over the Kanes at Summer Swelter. Not that there was any hesitation on the Cosmic Noir side of town, as Veronica and Lily went straight at their statuesque opposition, Treymane on McGinty and Burlingame on Stipanovic.
Simultaneously pleased and irritated to see the former Lightweight Champ coming her way like she meant to lock up, the long, lean brunette raised both hands and beckoned her in. “C’mon short stuff. You wanna play with the big girls? Show me what you’ve HEY!”
The Crimson Comet went up on tiptoe and lunged at Val only to dip beneath the Angeleno’s answering grasp at the last possible instant. Lily had a moment to take Stipanovic’s six, but chose to run the ropes instead. Her return was just as quick and the subsequent Dropkick was even quicker, though she THWHAPPED it between the shoulders of one Mariel McGinty! Understandably focused on her inevitable clinch with the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Mariel stumbled forward and ate the brunt of a Rolling Elbow from Treymane! McGinty hit the deck in a heap and immediately barrel-rolled toward the ropes to clear her head.
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieHE0Zq4MfE
“Leaving already, Daisy?” Veronica called after her. “I thought we were just getting startNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Not about to let the big blonde crow in the wake of a sneak attack, Valerie closed in fast and hopped up to lash out with her right leg in a Rockette’s style kick that THWHACKED her boot flush against Veronica’s mug!
SILVER LAKE SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txR1oYdKTfQ
“That’s what you get, brat!” Stipanovic sniped down at the fallen blonde. “I’ll teach you to take cheap shots on OOWWW!”
Stinging pain in Val’s left thigh whipped her around to find Lily Burlingame already speeding out of reach. “Get back here, Lily!” the brunette demanded as she took chase. “Don’t make me NNNNGGGHH!”
Burlingame came off the ropes and immediately launched into a low Dropkick that drilled both heels into the svelte, summer-tanned meat of Stipanovic’s left thigh. Didn’t take Valerie off her feet, it did however knock her off balance long enough to lose track of the obnoxiously elusive Lightweight. A chiding whistle from over one shoulder spun Val yet again, meaning she was still a bit wobbly when Lily leapt off the second strand and landed with her knees astride the big brunette’s shoulders. There was a heavy THWHUMP followed by a loud roar from the FAWNatics as the Diving Meteora put Stipanovic on her back and shot both legs into the air.
DIVING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=793visWovDM
Likelihood be damned, the Star Strider bundled both stems under her armpits and leaaaaaaaaned forward, Burlingame holding on for dear life as she tried to engineer the damndest rout in recent memory…
ONE!
CRAAACK!
Mariel McGinty stepped up from behind and laid a lashing Knife-Edge Chop between Lily’s shoulders to break the cover well before ‘TWO!’ “Nice try, shrimp.” the blonde huffed. “But you’re not sneaking one past NNNNNGGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie Treymane didn’t make a habit of hitting girls from behind, but she made an exception for the stinging Double Overhand Slap she laid between McGinty’s shoulders!
“Why don’t we just let them have their fun, Daisy?” the Gorgeous Gangster asked as Mariel rounded on her with stormy eyes.
“Oh, you’re ready to lock up for real now?” she didn’t sound the slightest bit intimidated by the prospect of battling a former World Champion. “Bring it on… shorty.”
Veronica obliged her at once, the leggy blondes meeting in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that promptly shifted over to a Muy Thai clinch that allowed them to throw sharp Kneelifts into their opponent’s midsection. McGinty and Treymane engaged in more than half a dozen rounds of one for one exchange before the Magnificent Moll intercepted Mariel’s knee with her own, then relinquished her clasp around the Pennsylvanian’s neck in favor of cinching those brawny arms around her opponent’s slim waist.
“NNNNGGGGHH!” McGinty groaned in pain and quite a bit of surprise, as it was a rare instance when she found herself lifted off her feet by nothing more than a Bear Hug. Cheek pressed snug to the other blonde’s pert chest, Veronica gave the Hug a rough little terrier shake and muttered, “Ready to give it up, Legs?”
McGinty shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and crooked her left arm around the back of Treymane’s head so she could repeatedly jab the point of her right elbow into the crown of the other wrestler’s skull. “Let me go, cutie!” Mariel growled. “Or I’ll bust you wide opHHHRRRRHH!”
‘Ronnie muscled her burden that much higher, upgrading the strength of her shakin’ from terrier to bulldog in the process. Unable to deliver more elbows during current conditions, McGinty clamped down on Treymane’s shoulders and pushed up with all her might. “Huh-uh, Daisy.” Veronica muttered as she felt the other blonde inching north in her clutches. “You’re not getting out like thUUUUUGGGHHHH!”
Face lit in a triumphant smile as she secured a Bodyscissors around Treymane’s sturdy waist, Mariel crossed her ankles and bore down again, every muscle in those vaunted legs shredding into sharp relief as she answered the Destroyer’s squeeze with her own. “Not looking for a way out, baby.” McGinty explained to her opposition. “Just looking to put us on equal RRRGGGHHH!”
Veronica shut her up with another round of rough squeezing so Mariel gave it right back, the blondes descending into tense silence as each fought to impose her will upon the other.
Elsewhere, Valerie Stipanovic and Lily Burlingame regained their feet right about the time Veronica welcomed Mariel to the Bear Hug. Smirking as she saw Lily realize her back-up was effectively occupied, Stems rolled her shoulders and said, “Can’t run forever, stubby. I’ll catch ya sooner or later, and when I do…”
The Maroon Meteor rolled her eyes, clearly not worried about the implication of leggy demolition. “Don’t have to run forever, beanpole. Just long enough to tire you out. Because once I’ve got you on the mat? You’re gonna feel REAL small.”
Val laughed aloud. “Ok honey, you wanna take me down?” she set her feet and raised one hand high overhead, much to the amusement of the FAWNatics. “Oh wait! Is that too high for ya? Here.” Stipanovic sank to one knee, the Angeleno clearly enjoying her near foot of height advantage. “Think you can reach noNNGGHH!”
Lily sprang onto Stems’ posted thigh and THWHONKED a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull! That taste of the original Shining Wizard knocked Val on her butt, albeit for no more than a half second. In her scrambling return to verticality she extended a hand to ward Burlingame off and instead got caught in Wristlock that the former Lightweight Champion turned into three successive Arm Wringers.
“Sneaking little snot.” Valerie grunted as she swatted at her tweaked shoulder. “Just wait ‘til I get my hands on HEY!”
Burlingame wrenched Stipanovic’s arm a fourth time before trading the Wristlock for a Greco Roman Knucklelock that she used to lead the taller brunette on a quick jog to an unoccupied corner. Skipping to a mount on the second rope (she had her back to the corner) Lily gave the Knucklelock a competitive squeeze, then tapped the top of Val’s head to draw Stems’ attention to the hand waiting over her head.
“C’mon, babe.” Burlingame teased. “That’s not too far to reach, is it?”
“Oh stubby, you’re gonna regret this!”
Valerie ‘smecked’ her palm to Lily’s and just like that they were locked in a Test of Strength, nine inches of height disparity or not.
With the ‘height advantage’ now on Burlingame’s side, Lily leaned downward, bending back Valerie’s wrists, pain etched on the face of the leggy brunette. Val started to lower under the increasing pressure of her ‘taller’ foe when Stipanovic seemed to steel herself against her foe’s efforts, pushing upward. But before Stems could make it back to even, Lily broke her Knuckle-lock, both hands wrapping around Valerie’s left wrist. The former Cherry Bomb leapt off her perch and sent Stems flying across the ring courtesy an improvised Arm Drag.
Amongst the blondes across the way, the Pinstripe Powerhouse lived up to her name winning the squeeze play with McGinty, Veronica’s increasingly tight embrace ‘convincing’ Mariel’s legs to unlock, the scissoring limbs dropping from around the Treymane’s waist. Immediately, Ronnie pushed her power game, sending the near six-footer flipping over her shoulders with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly on Legs. The flaxen-haired Amazon CRASHED across her spine, Mariel’s long torso curling in pain as she reached for her lower backbone.
A split-second after the toss, the skidding Stems slid to a stop at Veronica’s feet. Treymane took a glance at Lily as the Roseate Rocket kipped to her feet and offered to switch dance partners. Veronica helped a dizzied Val to vertical, locking a wing behind the lanky brunette with a Hammerlock. With one limb trapped, Veronica wrapped her free arm around the back of Stipanovic’s neck and treated a second member of Leggs, Inc. to a ride, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sending another slender Amazon up and over, this one with a Hammerlock Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
Now it’s the Angeleno’s turn to look like she might have slipped a disc at the base of her spine. Her blonde counterpart was pushing up despite the biting pain and the trade-off by Cosmic Noir paid further dividends when Lily threw her petite frame into the cables and rebounded toward the risen Mariel.
McGinty looked ready for a sidewalk slam, plucking a sprinting Burlingame off the deck on her hip, but the former Cherry Bomb blew that idea to smithereens. Her momentum far too much for McGinty to control, Lily orbiting around the baffled blonde until she finally found herself in an elevated front Facelock and SPIKED the leggy blonde’s skull into the canvas with a Tilt-a-Whirl DDT.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP_qv4eAWB4
Mariel absently flopped to her back after the brutal impact and Burlingame dove atop her foe in as much of a Crossbody as her diminutive frame allowed for the…
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Mariel heaved Lily off with a shove and rose to a seat, her eyes still spinning from the wild ride the cosmic cutie provided moments earlier.
As a pinballing Burlingame scooted to her feet and dashed into a low-rise Dropkick, the Bomb lowering the boom on McGinty’s chest to continue her frenzied and fantastic start, the Magnificent Moll scraping a wobbly Val off the canvas a few feet from her flattened partner. Leggs, Inc. was finding the fight with Cosmic Noir a completely different situation than their surprise Swelter hit job on the Kanes and Stipanovic had no answer when Treymane scooped and placed the long, lean brunette onto her right shoulder then Body Slammed her back to the canvas, simply but oh so convincingly. Again, the LA Woman arched in pain from the THUMPING impact.
Showing a stubborn streak, Val twisted up to her haunches to keep Ronnie from thinking a pin was available, but the Gorgeous Gangster had something else in mind, having already raced to the ropes. Hitting the cables, she U-turned and PLOWED a boot sole nearly THROUGH the head of the reeling Valerie, Treymane applying her Cement Shoes.
CEMENT SHOES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWBO_riQ7T0
The wicked whiplash Val suffered as she flipped away from the collision drew a reflexive ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd, Valerie ending stacked against the corner buckles, ass over tea kettle, facing toward the rumbling fans.
Lily whistled to Ronnie as the Powerhouse yanked Stipanovic out of her rope-aided headstand, pulled her flaccid frame to vertical, and stuffed her back into the corner in a more natural position. Treymane turned to find Burlingame in the opposite buckles with a wobbly McGinty by her side. Grabbing a wrist, Lily pivoted and directed Veronica to do the same with Val. A grinning Powerhouse seemed to love the idea of a meeting of the Amazonian minds. She nodded toward her diminutive partner.
Together, Cosmic Noir threw their foes with stereo Irish whips. However, the plan was quickly revised when Mariel’s size came into play, the leggy blonde anchoring herself and reversing the Whip. She sent little Lily speeding toward the successfully tossed Stipanovic. Valerie lifted a Big Boot toward the forehead of the charging Cherry, but Bomb used her lack of stature to her advantage, ducking under.
Seeing their plan go awry, Veronica juked past Burlingame in the opposite direction, planning to plant Stems when she skidded to a stop and turned, but Mariel charged to meet the former World Champion before she could Spear her partner. This Big Boot connected with vicious force, the length of the blonde’s endless gam putting SO much power behind the leather at its end. It almost seemed a surprise when Veronica’s head wasn’t seen rolling around on its own, such was the impact, Treymane laid out in a semiconscious spreadeagle.
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X9eimahHlU
Mariel dropped to hands and knees at Ronnie’s feet and pushed forward, Matchbooking the waylaid Gangster beneath her, Veronica’s own formidable legs bracketing her face for the…
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Ronnie spasmed to the side, rolling a shoulder up as she slipped free of McGinty’s pinning effort then flopping to her chest. A frustrated Mariel pushed to her feet and began to reach for the battered Treymane when Lily came down like a lightning bolt from the top buckle half a ring away. Her Missile Dropkick was textbook, cracking McGinty in the chin. Mariel’s legs sending her backpedaling into the ropes but she kept herself standing with the help of the cables.
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lgZTD0Yrgg
Stipanovic charged the dark-haired pest but Burlingame kipped to her feet then sprang skyward with legs extended, snapping the abbreviated stems around a startled Val’s temples. With a Hurricanrana on the menu, Lily threw her modest bodyweight backward, hoping to rip Valerie off her literally trademarked lower limbs. However, the strength in the Angeleno’s base keeps her in place, Burlingame draped down her body. A snarling Stipanovic pulls the smaller grappler back to a precarious seat on her shoulders and rushed toward the far buckles, heaving Lily from several feet out, Stems’ Buckle Bomb exploding the Cherry variety.
BUCKLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZQYMkLPCm0
Rocked by the colossal collision, a dazed Lily staggered back into the waiting arms of Stems who lifted her with ease across her chest. Carrying Lily as if she weighed a feather, Val moved to the ropes and tossed her foe over the top as if a battle royal had broken out, Burlingame CRASHING to the apron before rolling weakly to plop with a meaty thud against the thinly padded cement.
With the buzzing mosquito properly swatted, Valerie met Mariel mid-ring, and after a shake of the blonde’s head to clear some cobwebs, each strode to Veronica with malice in their eyes, the Pinstripe Powerhouse only having made it to hands and knees in front of the Incorporated duo.
Standing side by side in front of the penitent former World Champ, the domineering duo each raised a foot and brought it STAMPING down on Treymane’s fingers! Not content to merely mash, the Mariel and Val leaned in and grrrrrrrrrrround their soles back and forth, then dipped down and back for a stereo hair flip that earned a mixture of cheers and jeers from the capacity crowd.
“What’s wrong, baby?” McGinty was all smiles as she mussed the other blonde’s hair. “Got your dirty little paws caught in a rat tr-HEY!”
Veronica twisted her head and snapped at Mariel’s fingers, but the tag specialist drew back with an instant to spare. Not about to allow such an indignity to befall her partner, Val snatcher a handful of hair, wrenched ‘Ronnie’s noggin back and paintbrushed her flushed cheeks with a pair of quick slaps. “Mariel asked you a question, loser.” she chided. “But since you don’t wanna answer…”
Brunette and blonde each raised an arm and THWUMPED ‘em down across their opponent’s broad shoulders! Treymane “NNNGGGGHHED!” in pain and slumped forward, making it child’s play for the tall terrors to kneel down and collect her in a tandem Front Facelock. Slinging the Magnificent Moll’s arms across their shoulders to ensure they’d offer no trouble for what came next. Leggs hauled their blonde to verticality, then reached down with their free hands not to snag hold of opposing waistband, but to ‘walk’ their index and middle fingers from Treymane’s thighs to the strong curve of her rump. Once there Mariel and Valerie exchanged a mutual finger snap, snatched a whole lotta pinstripe briefs and YANKED them up with a savage wedgie that made Veronica’s trunks vanish even as she was hoisted into the air directly above her adversaries!
“Oh what, you don’t like it?” Stipanovic teased the Treymane Gang by pulling a little harder.
“Then do something about it!” McGinty added. “Otherwise, shut up and count!”
The jeering intensified in some corners, though there were plenty of FAWNatics who did as Leggs bade. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Mariel and Val went up on tiptoe and swung their burden forward and down while simultaneously dropping to their knees to THUWHAM Treymane down flat on her face, chest and belly with a thunderous Double Gourdbuster!
DOUBLE GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqFsD_WLVZI
Veronica bounced on impact and probably would’ve tumbled onto her back if Stipanovic hadn’t caught her head in both hands and driven her forehead back into the mat. Shifting her hands to a clasp under the blonde’s chin, Val braced the crown of her skull against the mat and somersaulted into a low bridge that wrenched Treymane’s head and neck at an extremely unpleasant angle. “Send her to the back of the line, Mariel!” Valerie called as she pulled and jounced on the Flipping Chancery.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
McGinty nodded and did an about-face, but didn’t head for the ropes until she’d confirmed that Lily Burlingame was still clinging to the apron on the far side of the ring. Thus satisfied she hit the strands at a dead run, came back just as fast and dropped into a skidding slide that THWUNKED both heels into the other blonde’s forehead! Val released on impact and tumbled away from their prey, allowing Mariel the glory of pinning the Dangerous Dame for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica pushed McGinty away and sat up, a show of brawny resilience that earned her a quick Knife-Edge Chop between the shoulders. “You may be tuff, but you still can’t compete with us, short stuff!” the Slippery Rock native explained as she handed Treymane over to Valerie. “Tie her to the Tree of Woe, Stems. I’ll grab the luchadorka.”
Stipanovic grinned, hauled Treymane to boot leather and hupped her onto one shoulder, the Angeleno making a point to clap a big handful of blonde backside in the process. With Veronica thus dealt with, Mariel hurried to verticality and strolled to the ropes directly in front of the woozy highflier. “Need a hand ‘lil Lily? I got you, girl!”
McGinty stepped onto the bottom rope, bent down and plunged a hand into Burlingame’s hair. Lily didn’t much care for this treatment and she tried to prize free of Legs’ grip, alas Mariel just doubled down on the hair-hold and used it to drag the squirming Star Strider onto the apron. A Kneelift delivered between the strands further scrambled Lily’s defenses, meaning McGinty had plenty of time to secure a Front Facelock and drape the heiress’ near arm across her shoulders. No wedgie for the Crimson Comet, though Mariel did make sure to pinch her opponent’s pert buttocks before she hooked her waistband and muscled her into the raf-
‘OOOOOOHHHH!’ from those assembled when Lily planted a foot against the middle rope and pushed off in time with McGinty’s lift. Shot skyward with far more momentum than originally intended, Burlingame soared past midnight to land on her feet directly behind the startled blonde! Going up on tiptoe so she could thread her hands across Mariel’s chin, Lily leapt up and kicked her legs out full length to THAWHAM McGinty down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Jumping Neckbreaker!
JUMPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKxk8q1cUdI
Legs bounced to a slumped seat though she didn’t stay there long because Lily grabbed on at both shoulders and stretched her out flat, the Lightweight pillar fearlessly hooking one of those endless gams while the ref counted…
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“WHOOOAAAHH!”
Valerie helped herself to the smaller brunette’s ankles and simply pulled her away from Mariel, Burlingame skidding across the mat like it was a waterslide and not battle-warmed canvas! Popping to one knee in spite of the mat burn, Lily-- THWHUNK! Stipanovic caught her flush in the chest with a Basement Big Boot that turned the heiress inside out despite the low altitude.
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
“Sneaky little punk!” Val huffed as she took hold of Lily’s left foot. “Let’s see how well you fly around with broken legs!” Stems twisted around the exposed limb to trap Burlingame’s calf against the back of her right thigh, then dropped to a seat and seized her victim’s right leg. With the Figure Four almost complete, Stipanovic placed Burlingame’s left shin atop her right thigh so she could hook her left leg over the exposed ankle and--
“OOOOOOOHHH GAAAWD!” Lily screamed long and loud as Valerie poured it on with the legendary Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bl7ABawcIpw
“Give it up!” the Angeleno planted her hands and hoisted her butt off the mat to add even more torque to the torture. “You better tap that mat right now, little girl! If I go Figure Eight it’ll snap you in half!”
“What do you say, Lily?” Al Carpenter asked immediately thereafter. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Lily sat up and began to pound away at Stipanovic’s legs as hard as she could, which admittedly wasn’t very much.
Val shook her head in disgust. “Fine, if that’s how you want it. Welcome to the Big Time, little--”
THA-WHAM!
Stems had left ‘Ronnie singing the Woe-lsom Prison Blues, but apparently she didn’t realize the blonde was equal parts escape artist and gangster because Valerie had absolutely no idea Treymane had crunched her way to a seat on the top turnbuckle until she dropped out of the sky with every bit of her hundred and forty so pounds crashing down atop that long, lean torso! The Splash destroyed every vestige of the Figure Four, allowing Treymane to hook Stipanovic’s far leg and pull it close for the…
DIVING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfvAEGjcRyM
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mariel flew in from across the ring to drill a Double Axehandle between Veronica’s shoulders, breaking the cover with half a second to spare. “Don’t think so, baby.” the blonde explained as she swiped hair off her face. “Stems and I didn’t come this far to let you two jump in line at the last EEERRRGGHHH GAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHP!”
Treymane lunged in, snaked her arms around the other blonde’s midsection and began to crush her out with the second Bear Hug of the night! “You may have me at a disadvantage in the gam department.” ‘Ronnie admitted as she imposed her will tummy to tummy, chest to chest, “But up top? Daisy, I’ll beat you every single time.”
Ronnie cinched her arms tighter, drawing a breathy squeak from the towering, slender blonde. There’s no lifting McGinty past her tiptoes considering her height, but the Gorgeous Gangster hardly needed to, squeezing the air from her fellow blonde all the same without the elevation, Veronica gaining the upper hand by slowing things down.
Several feet away, a limping Lily couldn’t help herself in wanting to do the opposite and, with Treymane having literally crushed Val moments before to save her partner, Burlingame headed for the heights to add to Stipanovic’s problems. It’s a struggle to reach the top with only one good wheel but the Crimson Comet managed. From there, Lily’s in her element. Crouched in the corner as Ronnie continued to crush the fight out of Mariel with her embrace, Burlingame waited as a waning Valerie slowly rose and turned toward the high-flyer.
Lily leapt from her perch, flying through an airborne somersault, her abbreviated lower limbs snapping shut around the Angeleno’s braincase. Stems tried to gain control of the dark-haired gnat halfway through the maneuver but there’s too much momentum even for a woman her size.
DRAGONRANA @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqJVjf1UjVE
Val’s sent flipping forward, ending in a Schoolgirl Matchbook under the feisty Bomb for the…
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Stipanovic used her endless pins to kick free of the predicament, the crowd groaning in disappointment when Star Strider couldn’t hold on for another slap of the mat.
A few feet away, Veronica released her Hug from around a wavering Mariel after a last rattle of the flaxen-haired Amazon. Taking a couple steps back, she measured the Incorporated blonde and surges forward, spinning into a leaping kick, Ronnie’s Chicago Lightning CRASHING into McGinty’s jaw like a ton of bricks.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAYtGcj_Jc
Already on the canvas after her near-fall against Valerie, Lily dove across the felled blonde, beating her Cosmic partner to the pin-fall attempt, Burlingame atop the waylaid Mariel for…
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And for a second time, the pocket-sized projectile failed to keep her much bigger foe flat to the canvas, Legs pushing out from under and rolling to her side. Together Cosmic Noir pulled an unraveling Mariel to her feet, Val having exited the squared circle for a timeout after her escape from the three-count.
With the tall and short of Noir each grabbing a wrist, the partners aimed the shellshocked McGinty to the far ropes and flung her with a double Irish Whip. But as Legs hitt the cables, Stipanovic slipped both arms under the bottom rope and tripped her partner to the deck in order to drag the dilapidated blonde out of the ring to safety.
Outside, the leggy duo embraced, helping each other to remain upright. Center stage, Veronica dipped and scooped her diminutive partner into Body Slam position. The Pinstripe Powerhouse showed her strength, surging to the ropes nearest the departed foes. She heaved Lily over the cables and into a Double Crossbody, the surprise evident in the bulging eyes of both leggy opponents as they’re taken off their feet by the Roseate Rocket and the booster engine provided her by Treymane.
Burlingame bounced to her feet above the splayed partners, pumping a fist at the delighted FAWNatics, feeling the momentum Cosmic Noir could ride to a Mania date with the champions. Lily only took a second to celebrate, remembering the stakes. She collected a wrist of Valerie and tugged the long, lean brunette to her feet, sending her rolling back in under the bottom rope, Treymane collecting the fading Stems, ‘helping’ the Angeleno to unsteady feet.
Veronica drew the doubled Stipanovic toward her, settling to the side of Val and pulling her foe’s near arm between Val’s never-ending legs. With a Pumphandle in place, Ronnie reached across the back of the bent Val and locked up her rival’s opposite wing. The Pinstripe Powerhouse lived up to her moniker again, launching the dark-haired Amazon HIGH into the air and dropping her across bended knee, surely dislodging some vertebrae in the long spinal column of the LA woman.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
Valerie, a victim of Treymane’s signature Backbreaker, was shoved off the plank of Ronnie’s powerful lower limb. Stems flopped to the canvas, a hand meekly massaging her lower back as the Destroyer-class blonde pressed tight to the demolished Valerie for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
There’s no cavalry call from McGinty as Lily had the blonde up for a Whip toward the ring steps, but Val managed to shove a shoulder up on her own, saving the increasingly vulnerable Leggs, Inc. from their title chances being amputated.
On the outside, the fun for Cosmic Noir seemed ready to continue when the tall, slender blonde anchored, reversing the Crimson Comet’s Irish efforts. Instead it’s Burlingame sprinting into a collision with the metal steps, a destructive CLANK echoing as Lily’s buried a shoulder into the steel to try and spare the rest of her body. It’s only partially successful as she writhed on the thinly-padded cement floor in abject agony, grasping at her throbbing wing.
Having torn Valerie to her feet inside the ring, the sound of the Rocket crash-landing into the ring steps broke Veronica’s attention. She drew the wobbling Stipanovic to the ropes to looked down upon the splayed Lily, concern growing in Ronnie’s brown eyes. Trying to take advantage of the distraction, Val shook loose of the Gangster’s grip. Stems swung a sweeping kick toward Treymane’s temple, but Veronica ducked under.
As payback for the failed attack, the Pinstripe Powerhouse NAILED Val in the jaw with a straight right. She followed with a sick slap to the opposite cheek Macy Renquist would be proud of, then finished her Drive by Night flurry with a Kneelift to the forehead of the doubled Stems that snaps the Amazon straight before Val’s decked with a Discus Clothesline from Treymane.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Q2DTVGwfKk
With Valerie dispatched, Veronica noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Mariel standing over a kneeling Burlingame, a dazed Lily’s right cheek a few inches over the middle step. McGinty raised a big boot to THUMP the Crimson Comet’s temple into the metal and deface the diminutive heiress.
There was no choice for the Magnificent Moll, leaving the splayed Valerie to grab the top rope and heave herself over, splashing into a Crossbody dive across the long, lean Legs. But Mariel proved ready, the threat to Lily a means to an end for McGinty who remained upright despite the Destroyer-class blonde’s aerial arrival. With Veronica strapped across her chest, Mariel DROVE the entirety of her foe’s spinal column into the apron’s edge then pivoted and body SLAMMED Ronnie’s mangled backbone across the top steel step, trying to snap the Gangster’s vertebrae in the process.
With Veronica arching in anguish, Treymane snatched the loopy Lily and stuffed Burlingame back into the squared circle where Valerie, back up to hands and knees and shaking out cobwebs, awaited.
Stipanovic accepted the gift at once, scraping the flagging Lightweight off the canvas in great, greedy handfuls even as she told her partner, “Get up top, Mar! We’re gonna finish her in style!”
McGinty nodded, climbed onto the apron and trudged her way to the nearest corner while Stipanovic marched / dragged Burlingame to the center of the ring. “So you like heights, huh tiny?” Val muttered as she turned the smaller brunette to face her ascendant partner. “Then I bet you’ll love this Tower of Terror!” No response from the Star Strider, so Stipanovic dipped low, wedged her head between opposing thighs and earned a worried ‘ooooohhhh!’ from those assembled as she strapped Lily into a high-voltage Electric Chair.
Understanding what Stems had in mind, Mariel straightened up and beckoned the Angeleno forward. “A few steps closer, Val. That’s right, THERE! Stop!”
Nodding at the increased buzz from the FAWNatics, McGinty took a moment to ‘frame’ Burlingame in a miniature screen of thumb and forefingers, then leapt out into the void leading with her right leg, that devastating limb a gammy game changer that Leggs Inc. would ride straight into a match with the Gold Stand-NO!
A heartbeat shy of losing her head, Lily tightened her legs around Valerie’s neck and snapped backward with everything she had left in her diminutive frame. The brilliance of this evasion was twofold. First, it left Mariel without a target for the Gam Changer, meaning the Pennsylvania native THAWHAMMED down hard on her hip and lower back, McGinty rolling around on the mat in teary-eyed anguish. Second, it ripped Stipanovic off her feet, the Angeleno turned inside out to THA-WHONK down flush on the back of her head and shoulders!
INVERTED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM
Too wide-eyed with incredulity to share the thunderous roar of the sold-out crowd, Lily closer to McGinty and scrambled to her on all fours only to pound the mat with both hands when the shell-shocked blonde rolled under the bottom rope. The Roseate Rocket turned on a dime, popped to her feet and raced back to Stipanovic, Burlingame throwing herself into an inside-out Front Flip to TWHUMP down on Stems’ exposed midsection. Hooking the far leg for all she was worth, Lily held on tight while the ref and FAWNatics tolled off…
RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy7Ae7_puY4
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Valerie wrenched loose with a whisper to spare, the near-six footer just too much for the youngest Burlingame sister to keep down even at this late stage.
The noise was deafening now, but damned if Lily didn’t block it out once she’d confirmed that Mariel and Veronica were currently out of play. Taking up position on Stipanovic’s six, the Crimson Comet dropped to one knee and extended a hand to Val, Burlingame wordlessly demanding her foe to rise. Eventually she did as bade, though Carpenter’s count had reached ‘SEVEN!’ by that point. As of yet unaware of the impending meteor, Valerie tottered around and-- Lily charged and leapt, snatching the Angeleno’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock to take her for a ride on big sister’s Ace Crush-NOT TODAY!
Stipanovic got one hand on Lily’s butt, the other on her lower back and didn’t so much push as she did carry, the white-clad battler rushing her burden to the edge of the squared circle and launching her over the top rope! Burlingame adjusted as best she could but there was nothing to hook onto, nothing to slow her fall until she BWAAAANGED chest-first into the steel guardrail!
Nodding in weary satisfaction as Lily slopped into an insensate puddle at the foot of the barricade, Val pushed away from the strands and called, “You ok, Mar? Call out, babNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Veronica Treymane was a tad too late to save Lily from the big fall, but she was right on time with the Spear she buried in the Stipanovic’s belly!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1hW-45bwiQ
The impact deposited both ladies within easy reach of the ropes, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse plunged both hands into Val’s hair and dragged her out to the center, whereupon reaching she got to her feet and forced Stems to do the same. A sharp Kneelift folded Valerie over, leaving her unable to offer any defense when Treymane butterflied her arms in a Double Underhook. Sick with worry and anger over what’d befallen the Star Strider, ’Ronnie pumped a few more knees into Val’s tummy and huffed, “I swear Daisy, if ‘Lil misses ANY time for that stunt you pulled, you and I are gonna HHHRRRGGGH!”
Gam Changer didn’t miss the second time around, Mariel coming in from DEEP in left field to leap-frog over her partner en route to hooking her right leg across Treymane’s throat and THAWHAMMING her down on the back of her head and shoulders.
GAM CHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWnrCUf9fis
Vaguely aware that she might’ve drilled Val’s skull into the mat with an unintended DDT, McGinty was extremely relieved to see her friend already on one knee while she scraped Veronica off the mat. “Get ready, Val!” she called to the brunette. “This chick is toast!”
Swinging around behind the mugged Moll, Legs caught a Waistlock and lifted the other blonde off her feet just enough to brace ‘Ronnie’s inner thighs against the planks of her own thighs. From there she trapped Treymane’s arms half & half style, a Half Nelson for the left and a Chickenwing for the right, her grips making it that much easier for McGinty to lean the big blonde forward and down. Elsewhere, Valerie Stipanovic made it to verticality and raced in from the left to DRIVE her right knee into the former World Champion’s temple!
LEGGY KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=an0F36UMeeY
Treymane shuddered and might’ve tumbled to the mat if the Queen of Slippery Rock hadn’t tightened her clutches! As for Val, she continued to the far side of the ring, bounced off and came back not for a second Kneelift but a gorgeous vertical leap that hooked her left leg across the back of Veronica’s head. Mariel sat out in time with the descent of the Fame-Legger to add a truncated Wheelbarrow Powerbomb to their opponent’s misery, ‘Ronnie just THWHUNK-THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
FAME-LEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2lB6G039Rs
With Treymane’s own stems threaded around her hips in the aftermath, McGinty leaned forward and cinched her arms around the other blonde’s waist so she could roll / flop her onto her back and thus take a heavy seat on Veronica’s chest. The Pinstripe Powerhouse’s gams were firmly in Mariel’s control thanks to the Reverse Matchbook, however that didn’t stop Valerie from sitting down a little ways above ‘Ronnie’s head and hooking her own legs over their opponent’s upturned calves to ensure there was no way Treymane could kick out before Al counted off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Blonde and brunette unhooked at once and spun in different directions only to come together in an overjoyed hug, the longtime friends still on their knees when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and the new number one contenders for the FAWN Tag Team Championship… LEGGS INC.!”
Valerie and Mariel broke loose from their embrace, each still in possession of the other’s near wrist. They raised them high to the growing acceptance from the crowd. Though most in the audience had been pulling for Cosmic Noir; with Leggs now facing Portia and her Gold Standard, the long-limbed duo had instantly become FAWN favorites.
Perhaps not wanting to damper the love the FAWNatics provide, the winners took a couple steps from the demolished Veronica so they’re not hovering in victory. The contenders even waited patiently as a late-arriving Lily reached her partner and stirred the pummeled Powerhouse enough to guide her out of the ring, battered blonde and brunette departing solemnly, albeit with heads held high.
Only then do the Incorporated pairing turn their attention to the nearest lens, focusing on the titleholders and their manager who were surely on the other end somewhere in the arena.
“Portia,” a beaming Mariel began. “I hope you shine those belts up nice and pretty. It’s the way we like them.”
A sterner looking Val sneered at the camera.
“You thought you could use as gatekeepers. Keep us at arm’s length from Amara and Alexis while we kept you safe from the big bads of the division. But now we’re damn well within LEG’S LENGTH of you and your overrated punks. And we’re not gatekeepers, we’re gate-CRASHERS. When we come calling at Mania, you best believe the waiting is going to be over for Leggs, Inc. And do you know who else is going to be over, Mariel?”
“Baby and her brainwashed minions?” the delighted McGinty responded.
Stems nodded her head as a sign off, the broadcast cutting to a promo for tonight’s title tilts.