Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 0:52:46 GMT
Everyone loves a good comeback even if some don’t want it to be called that. But as the gossip grew leading into Cold November Pain, FAWNatics could only hope the rumors were true.
It’s been over three years since the band got back together, a momentary, unsuccessful foray of a three-way against the since departed Asian Invasion. However, it’s been four years since the most devastating tag team in history was prime time and running roughshod over every twosome that called planet Earth home. That is until FAWN legends Maeve and Moira Kane pulled off the upset of upsets to end the championship run of The Three.
The trio of Amazons ruled their paradise island with iron hands and their legend has only grown since their mutual break-up, each going on to find pastures, some greener than others.
Pandora basically shut down the FAWN Oil Pit with her dominance in the Johnson & Johnson’s. Since, she’s travelled the globe, squashing foes on each continent, an exhibition on Antarctica against an overmatched Chilean beauty giving her the record for all seven.
On the other hand, Ashley Locke and Adrianna Papadopolous saw their FAWN careers fall to mortal levels, including both losing in succession earlier in the year to the long-departed Colleen O’Neal. The extended time without ring success only makes the return of the tag champions more important and the assembled seem tapped into the Jordan versus LeBron vibe of the evening.
There would be no reforming the glory of The Three if not to put them in a battle for the tag titles currently held by Leggs, Inc., a team some dare mutter shapes up to be the best since The Three after their defeat of the Gold Standard at FAWNamania.
It doesn’t hurt the title-holding, leggy duo are near six-footers in their own right and entering their prime at the top of their game.
With the stage set, the buzz from the FAWNatics grows when the ring announcer bellows over the buzz.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Ashley Locke, Adrianna Papadopolous and Pandora...together they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
The curtains part and ‘Heavy Crown’ from Iggy and Ellie courses through the arena. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qQ-lvEZMV0 ) bringing memories back in waves.
The music is more than enough for the audience to let their emotions run wild. While long since champions with the most impressive run of dominance the organization has ever seen, there’s a palpable feeling in the crowd the trio of terrors are the solid favorites to win back their belts, no matter which two are the legal women.
As the legends stride regally into view, settling center stage, the nostalgia gets the better of the FAWNatics, the former hated bullies drawing a considerable ovation.
PANDORA
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
ASHLEY LOCKE
Of course, collecting most of the spotlight is the woman who had and has no rival in causing fear among her foes. Standing just south of six feet tall, the curvy blonde fills out her white bikini top with no room to spare. The lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth midriff. Her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. The moniker of Aphrodite now rarely used, at least by herself, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde at the six foot mark, with a good two thirds seemingly her limitless legs. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and as dangerous as those of the current champions. Her chest is ‘armored’ with a red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra, lacking any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna continues to regard the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her descent from the heavens, a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare slackjawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the Grecian blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots are basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, the crowd and the champions alike will have to guess which may be tonight’s two legal challengers, though heavy money would surely select the gods’ greatest creation, Pandora.
The teammates move forward as a three-person Army, shoulder to shoulder, much of the crowd agape, knowing they are in the presence of a rare level of greatness.
Reaching the ring as their music fades, the legends fan out; Pandora settling in front of the hard cam, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three each climb onto the apron in unison.
Panny, Pappy and Locke thread one luscious leg through the ropes then sweep the rest of their powerful frames into the ring. Blondes and brunette move to the middle, clasp hands and raise their arms high, goddesses ready to reclaim Mount Olympus.
After one of the tag champs wisely eschewed the menacing All Hallows Evil and the other met an oily, backbreaking end, Leggs, Inc. is ready to go from frying pan to fire at CNP. Besting a top team for the titles at the Greatest Show on Earth, FAWNamania, the leggy duo pushes the envelope further, taking on the team many believe are the best ever, The Three waiting for the champions in the middle of the combat zone.
The long-limbed lovelies whisper final words of encouragement to each other when the lights dim. The Tron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and now, finally, gaudy golden belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The team’s anthem isn’t played in vain, such are the two tall drinks of water with lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette aren’t as interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
The blonde is 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 ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes, their eyes remaining glued on the dangerous adversaries. Nick Castle, wanting no pre-match problems, ushers all three contenders to a far corner, The Three unconcerned with the raucous display for the titlists.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beams like the newly minted queens of the mountain they are. Reaching the middle, they unstrap the leather and raise the belts high.
The ring announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…your tag team champions…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with a standing ovation that only slows when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raises it to her lips.
“We showed you at Mania we’re the best in the world. Tonight. It’s time to show you we’re the best ever.”
McGinty hands the stick and each hand their belts to Castle, Mariel then waving at the worrisome troika, the champs backing to their corner.
It’s hardly a surprise when McGinty takes her customary lead-off spot, Stipanovic sliding through the ropes and taking her station behind.
Across the expanse. Also the obvious. Pandora will start things for the challengers. But who would remain on the apron as her partner and who would fall to the floor in a support role. The answer comes quickly and the smart money gets paid when the Greek goddess-made-flesh, Adrianna gleefully pounds the top buckle in anticipation while a less enthused Ashley drops to the arena floor, dutifully clapping for her counterparts.
Having disposed of the stick and the belts, Nick calls for the bell and both blue-eyed blonde Amazons stride to each other directly, immediately locking up in a collar-and-elbow to show who the BWOC (Big Woman On Campus) is.
Pandora, having gone to Hollywood and made a B-name for herself, isn’t ready to let the organization SHE put on the map fade away with some anorexic, title-holding knock-offs of the best team ever at the winner’s wheel. Panny leans her curves into the woman she considered a stick-figure version of the flaxen-haired titan. She begins edging McGinty backwards a few inches at a time.
“Stop me, scarecrow,” the challenger demands, but Mariel can’t.
Pandora gains more ground in fits and starts and eventually presses the leggy blonde’s back to the buckles, where partner Valerie unobtrusively tickles her counterpart’s ribs.
Keeping the tag on the down low, the Incorporated brunette slips through the cables to the side and, with the woman that shut the Oil Pit down out of fear concentrating on humiliating her blonde teammate, Stipanovic loops a long, right-footed spin kick into the base of Panny’s spine.
Pandora’s grasp on McGinty breaks instantly as she arches in pain. She tries to turn to face her new foe, but Mariel clutches the challenger tight in a boxing clinch, allowing Val to double and triple up on the meaty THWACKS of shin to backbone, the boots accumulating. When Stems gets up to ‘FIVE’ Pandora’s chirping in pain, at ‘TEN’ she’s painfully ‘demanding’ Castle get her out of Mariel’s now double-teaming grip.
Castle breaks the curvaceous beach behemoth out of Legs’ grasp, but by the time he does Stipanovic has a tight waistlock around the infamously dangerous tanned tummy of FAWN’s Most Feared. Catching everyone, most especially Panny by surprise, the long lean Stems lifts Pandora off the canvas, if slightly, and twists her to the deck.
It’s not a particularly hard landing, Panny ending on all fours. But it still has shock value for the fans, not to mention the remaining members of The Three. Still in control, Valerie rides her like foe a freestyle grappler, breaking down her blonde like a collegiate star, forcing Pandora’s bounty flat to the canvas. The grinning, near six-footer pie-faces the back of Panny’s noggin, drawing a growl from the blonde below.
Apparently Val is among the exclusive club who do not dread facing Pandora’s physique. She slides off a full mount and captures Panny’s noggin in a side headlock, twisting harshly as Pandora forces her way to vertical, the sounds of worry from the crowd growing. The beach blonde moves her hands to the slender hips of the brunette and heaves Valerie away.
The champ uses the momentum to race into the ropes and rebound, her long lower limbs eating up space in huge chunks. Pandora readies a shoulder to block the dark-haired Janie-come-lately to the canvas, but Valerie leads with her legs, NAILING Panny in the jaw with a dropkick that connects from incredibly long-range…for anyone other than her fellow titleholder.
Knocked to her backside, tawny, muscular gams extended in front of her, Pandora flexes her aching jaw, staring sapphire lasers at Stipanovic as the cha,p scrambles back to her feet, turns and charges again.
Pandora tries to get arms up in protection, but Valerie beats her to the kick, landing a boot sole to Panny’s chin with a split-leg Yakuza Kick that delivers the curvy challenger flat to the mat.
Split-leg Yakuza Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g ) 00:17
Val leaps atop the splayed titan in a crossbody pin, barely getting a…
ONE…
…from Castle before Pandora shoves Stipanovic up to her haunches. Valerie shoots a sheepish grin at Mariel, knowing her attempt to retain the titles is way too early but nevertheless enjoying technically getting a nearfall against a FAWN legend.
Not wanting Pandora to get her feet beneath her, Stipanovic starts to coil around the downed blonde. Tight to Panny’s back when the challenger rolls to her side, the lanky brunette wraps her endless legs around Pandora’s hips while slinking her arms around Panny, finally securing a full nelson.
Valerie rolls to her back, placing Pandora in her lap, Stems taking care not to have her shoulders against the mat for more than a split second. She slides up Panny’s body from underneath, shifting her scissors to around the waist of her foe while scrapping her nelson for a sleeper grip.
“Tap out if you don’t want to go beddy-bye,” Val threatens with a whisper into the Glamazon’s ear.
Panny struggles to shake the champ off but being encased within all four limber limbs makes it nigh impossible. The pressurizing legs tighten across Pandora’s abdomen, compressing deep into the flesh beneath the blonde’s ribcage, Val’s flexing biceps restricting the blood flow to the beach blonde’s brain. Panny’s attempts to break free become less coordinated by the second and the cheers from McGinty on the sidelines more pronounced.
“You’re as done as Shea,” Valerie chuckles, “and without a quarter of the career.”
The words stiffen Pandora’s spine. She rolls to her chest, Stipanovic now above her, then pushes to hands and knees before leaning back and reaching her haunches. Valerie releases her scissors to move to a stance behind her foe, a look of disbelief on her face. The crowd seems less amazed as Panny can cause such looks of confusion from her foe multiple times in a match.
Deciding she needs to reestablish her scissors to regain control, the Incorporated brunette leaves her feet, wrapping her gams around the midriff of the former tag champion. She swings Pandora’s head from side to side, trying to force a fateful stumble to the canvas where she can KO Panny in peace when the beach behemoth tries pushing to her feet.
But the curvy, power-packed blonde instead reaches her goal and turns her back, and Valerie’s, to a neutral corner. She backpedals into a sandwich of the long, lean champion, ramming Stipanovic’s back into the buckles. One stiff collision loosens Val’s grip, a second and third send Stems’ arms weakly trailing from around her challenger’s head and neck, limbs falling to her sides.
Panny presses the brunette deep into the corner as Val tries to slip out of the danger zone within which she’s been trapped. Pandora shoves her pelvis forward, then throws it back, CRAMMING her chockablock backside into the lower abs of the titleholder, impaling the slender tummy.
A weary smile emerges on Panny’s lips from the soft grunt then moan escaping Valerie’s lips. The girl was dangerous, but no one matched her for sheer destructive capacity.
With Val semi-sitting on the middle buckle, wedged and gasping from the third straight thrust into the pit of her stomach, Pandora strides away from Valerie, jogging/jiggling her way to the opposite corner before turning and picking up considerable speed. The liftoff is frightening. The splash landing draws ‘OOOOHS’ from the FAWNatics, even those rooting against a triumphant return of The Three.
Panny BURIES the head and chest of the near six-footer under her fearsome frame, Stipanovic rocked by the avalanche of tawny flesh. On the outside, Mariel looks away from the impact, grimacing in anticipation, only hearing the meaty THWACK of body to body before turning back to see Panny usher a drunkenly stumbling Valerie past. Stipanovic makes it to center stage before regaining enough of her bearings to realize her target’s behind her.
The long-limbed brunette turns into a toe kick to the tummy with impact enough fans might expect to see the blonde’s boot tips pushing through Stems’ spinal column. A bug-eyed Val doubles over with a grunt and a gasp. Panny dips to wraps her arms around the roiling tummy of the champion. Showing the power very few possess, Pandora vaults Valerie into the air like a featherweight, catching Val over her right shoulder after the gut wrench, the torso and long lower limbs of Stipanovic draping down her back.
With a formidable ease, Panny brings Valerie down the way she’d come only onto her chest and face rather than her boot soles, the beach behemoth BLASTING Stems with her Dominator.
Dominator ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg )
Huffing noticeably from the effort outlayed, Panny passes on the pin and strides to the challengers’ corner, slapping hands with the Greek Goddess. A grinning Adrianna sweeps between the cables and strides to Stipanovic like she’s gracing the mortal with her presence. She ‘helps’ a kneeling Val to her feet and bullies her deep into the ropes before sending her fellow brunette on her way with an Irish Whip. Or so it first appears. Instead, Addy maintains her grip and reels Valerie back into a short-arm clothesline that nearly rips Val’s head from her shoulders, Stems hitting the deck like a ton of bricks.
A beaming Papadopolous walks to the ring’s edge, lifting her arms high and wide to the audience.
“On your knees and worship!” she shouts to Orlando’s rabble.
The assembled do not seem in the mood to treat the Goddess-Made-Flesh as their deity. She offers them a message from the heavens in the form of a right arm thrust upward, her left palm catching her opposite bicep.
In the challenger’s absence, the stubborn Stipanovic is to all fours. Adrianna hustles to her foe and draws back a punt. Aiming at the leggy brunette’s ribs, Addy fails to connect when Val pivots, catching the kick around the ankle before it causes much damage to her pert chest.
With Pappy hopping on her grounded boot leather, Valerie rises to her considerable verticality, lifting the Greek beauty’s olive-skinned leg high. The goddess apparently isn’t above prayer, pressing her palms together in a request for the Amazon to return her lower limb. Stems throws it back, but like a pendulum and with incredible force. The gam swings from straight forward to straight back, the momentum ripping Adrianna off her planted foot and sending the goddess careening to a face and chestful of canvas.
Pappy’s hands shoot to her beak, covering it from both sides.
“You’ll regret that sacrilege,” Papadopolous proclaims with a loud, nasal twang.
Worn and feeling enough regret already, Valerie pulls the wobbly Greek grappler to her feet and shuffles her to a ready McGinty. Val reaches out for the palm and after the tag is ready to slip out for some rest instead of joining Mariel for some double-team fun.
McGinty turns Adrianna’s back to the champs’ corner and stuffs her in. Pivoting, the lanky blonde lifts her left leg and stuffs it under the chin of the deity, pushing the brunette’s head back while closing her foe’s windpipe. Immortal or not, Addy apparently needs oxygen and she grasps frantically at Mariel’s ankle, trying to pull it away as her face turns redder by the moment. There’s no divine intervention saving the Greek goddess. Instead, it’s FAWN’s lead official, Castle counting to ‘FOUR’ before McGinty pulls her limitless leg away with a ‘Who me?’ shrug.
From the floor, Ashley Locke, who’s snuck into enemy territory, sweeps an arm under the bottom rope, tripping Mariel. But McGinty catches her stumble quickly and delivers a pounding forearm smash to Addy’s chest for some misplaced punishment.
Mariel flashes her baby blues at Aphrodite while shoving a wincing goddess halfway down the length of the ropes before flinging the olive-skinned grappler to the opposite set of cables. McGinty takes off after her challenger as Adrianna rebounds and nearly removes Pappy’s head from her shoulders with a perfectly-placed Big Boot to the chin.
Addy is sent rocketing to the canvas, the back of her skull bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. The brunette hits the deck so hard she bounces to a seated position, dazed and confused.
The flaxen-haired titleholder is not so addled, moving behind Adrianna before stepping a long, lean limb over Pappy’s shoulders one after the other. McGinty collects each of the challenger’s arms at the wrists then twists down to all fours, bringing Papadopolous with her.
Lifting her knees up and down in piston-like precision, Mariel POUNDS Addy’s face into the deck a half-dozen times with her Headscissors Facebuster, delighting the sellout crowd of Adrianna-atheists.
Headscissors Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU )
McGinty unclasps her legs, rolls loose from the face-down goddess and shoves a hip and shoulder to roll the insensate Papadopolous to her back, the Greek grappler spreading out in a starfish as McGinty covers in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
Adrianna kicks free convincingly if not in the Amazonian manner of her long-time partner.
Mariel casts an angry glance at the man in stripes but pushes to her feet and charges the ropes at Addy’s side. She vaults into the middle rope, grabbing the top, and using the strength wrapped up in those endless gams to springboard halfway across the ring while turning in a 180 to deliver a Springboard Leg Drop…that comes up EMPTY!
Springboard Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=naftveUiAQo )
McGinty has a shockwave shoot up from her tailbone. The blonde’s palms move to her ass, trying to massage her throbbing coccyx, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Adrianna, having rolled clear, is on hands and knees, crawling to the beckoning of The Three’s MVP. Mariel winces as she slowly moves to her boot soles. She notices Pappy’s progress and tries to grab an ankle, but the Greek grappler dives the rest of the way, slapping a hand with Pandora.
Calmly, FAWN’s Most Feared enters. In front of her, Mariel’s sudden unease is palpable, the champ stopping in her tracks.
“Don’t run from me this time, scarecrow,” Panny scolds, reflexively slapping her tanned tummy, the internal indication she’s ready.
McGinty runs her hands down her legs in a showy response. Pandora is brought like moth to flame, charging the champion and GUTTED by a toe kick for her trouble, the length of the stems keeping Mariel out of range from any planned attack.
With Pandora bent at the waist, Mariel lifts her right leg high and brings it down like a guillotine across the back of the beach blonde’s neck, sending her crashing to the deck.
Standing Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7YJ-r8bxw ) 00:29
A wincing Pandora cradles the back of her neck, yet unable to bring her incredible force to play, the newborn champs on the way to proving the time for titles has passed Panny by.
With Pandora rolling to her back, McGinty leaps into the air above her foe. She folds into a tuck and drops both knees into Panny’s abdomen, again IMPALING the infamous tawny expanse. As Pandora groans and swaths her aching belly with an arm, Mariel spreads out and pulls Panny between her long, lean lower limbs, snapping her legs around Pandora’s noggin, thighs tightening to temples as she locks the stems in a figure-four. Lifting on her palms, Mariel squeezes every bit of power into her pressure cooker.
Panny grimaces as she ties to pry her way free, her face turning rosy. It’s a futile attempt in her current position, so the flaxen-maned powerhouse rolls to her chest, bringing her more slender Amazonian counterpart along. Pushing up to all fours, she’s in a better location to extract her braincase from the flexing gams, but these are no ordinary weapons. Despite her best efforts, Panny decides escape can only be afforded by swinging her body toward the ropes and draping a leg over the bottom rope.
The strength inherent in her curvy frame allows Pandora to evade the further slow seepage of her consciousness by doing just that, Adrianna and Ashley both shouting from the challengers’ home base for Castle to free their faltering counterpart. Nick calls for the break. Unsurprisingly, Mariel keeps it locked for another four strength-sapping seconds before unlatching her scissors, rolling away, and pushing to her feet.
McGinty hovers over the disheveled Panny, motioning for the beach behemoth to get off her ass. Pandora slowly uses the ropes to reach vertical, not appearing much like the woman who cast fear into opponents. She sweeps her golden locks off a glistening, flushed face, huffing in weariness and frustration, perhaps returning to face championship-caliber players off the bat not such a good idea.
As quickly as Panny’s shuffled away from the strands a few feet, Mariel is leading with her weapons of choice, again shooting a toe kick at Pandora’s midriff. McGinty having gone to the well once too often, the challenger is ready, catching the kick before it hits home.
Panny lifts the captured stem and leads a hopping McGinty toward a neutral corner. But before arrival, Mariel pushes off her grounded sole and sweeps a graceful enziguri through the air, THWAPPPING her boot into the left temple of Pandora. Panny wobbles before a shoulderblock from Mariel completes the process of laying her out in a spreadeagle.
McGinty passes on the pin attempt, deciding a high caliber impact will be necessary to finish off the likes of the beach behemoth. She climbs the nearby corner, the task not a simple one with her lengthy stems. As she reaches the top and turns to face her foe, she finds Pandora no longer matbound. With the hint of a glaze remaining in her baby blues, Panny nevertheless is directly below Legs’ penthouse perch, throwing her body into the ropes to Mariel’s right, rattling the cables enough McGinty loses her balance.
Dropping from the heights, the champion’s crotch CRASHES down atop the wiring holding the corner to the post behind. Split up the middle, Mariel’s azure pools roll white, her mouth falling wide as her hands move to the juncture of her slim thighs, pushing to create some slack between her privates and the agonizing metal abutting them.
A perky Pandora is ready to take advantage. She ascends to a stance on the middle ropes and ‘helps’ Mariel rise from her predicament. She tugs the lanky blonde into a rough bearhug, Pandora’s chest swallowing that of the title holder, as Panny cinches her embrace tight, drawing a gasp out of the mewling McGinty.
More than a little breathless herself, likely from the lack of preparation time, Pandora shows her strength won’t crack even if her stamina might be a little low. With her hug deep and strong, she sends a risen Mariel flying over head in a fateful flip, ending with the champ THWAMMING to the thinly-covered plywood several yards away with an elevated belly-to-belly.
As McGinty arches in agony, reaching for her lower spine, Panny hops down to the mat. When a determined Mariel begins to rise and turn, she breaks into a stampede, THUMPING an extended right arm across Mariel’s clavicle. The leaping lariat rips McGinty off her feet, again sending the faltering Amazon to the unforgiving deck, her spinal column battered once more.
With Panny on her haunches next to the splayed McGinty, the less convincingly named FAWN’s Most Feared covers in a lateral press for the…
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TWO…
Mariel kicks loose emphatically, Pandora sent up to her knees from the shove, it finally Panny’s turn to show a look of amazement at how her opponent heaved her off.
Adrianna and Ashley give her an encouraging ovation from the sidelines but the show of force places an unusual look of concern on Pandora’s face and, when she hauls Mariel to unsteady feet, it’s to draw her to The Three’s corner and hand the reins to the Greek Goddess.
Pappy happily accepts, ready to dish out some punishment. While the olive-skinned brunette enters, Pandora noticeably is not leaving. Dipping an arm through the quaking stems of the champion, Adrianna, scoops McGinty off the deck, turning her and dropping her into body slam position across her right shoulder.
Papadopolous follows through, rattling the ring with another assault on the blonde’s backbone. While a grimacing Mariel forms a pained arch after the landing, Pandora’s been busy climbing to the middle ropes. Pointed toward the sellout crowd and a cheering Ashley, Panny bounces on the rubber-coated steel several times then launches her muscular legs behind her, flying away the buckles and SPLASHING across Mariel’s open, raised midriff, OBLITERATING her foe’s abs with a Panny Bomb.
Panny Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k )
A flustered and frustrated Castle reminds Pandora she’s not legal and can’t cover. Cue an eyeroll from one of the best ever. Panny rolls out under the bottom rope, allowing the Goddess-Made-Flesh to do what she chooses with the broken blonde moaning at her immortal feet.
A tenacious McGinty begins to rise and Addy pounds a forearm into the spine of her foe, the lanky blonde’s backbone curling as she’s kept bent at the waist. Pivoting next to Mariel, Pappy collects the blonde’s braincase in a ¾ facelock then snap mares the tag champ back to the canvas, McGinty left in a seated position. Dropping to her immortal derriere behind, Adrianna snuggles tight with Mariel, wrapping a scissors around the ribs of the Incorporated blonde. Pappy shows there’s more to legs than length, CRUSHING in the sides of McGinty’s midriff while fashioning her right hand into a claw and DRIVING the digits DEEP into the nape of McGinty’s neck, the fingers sinking into the nerve bundle located there.
Mariel shudders within Madusa’s Coil, Papadopolous forcing her foe to spasm with each tightening of her snaking legs and the biting clamp of her nerve pinch.
“Whaddya say, champ?” Castle queries, noticing the lessening response from the fading superstar. “Respond or I’ll call it.”
“You better not,” Mariel grunts feebly between clenched teeth and Nick waves for the match to continue.
Flattening her boot soles to the canvas, a desperate McGinty shoves her body backward in turn stacking the goddess on her shoulders. Castle drops to the canvas and slaps…
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TWO…
…forced to release her Coil, Adrianna rolls out of her submission in time to stop the count, Mariel escaping with brains and brawn. She struggles to her feet, but Pappy’s there first, SLAMMING her body into the taller, more slender champion, chest to chest, wrapping the champ in a tight bear hug and squeezing the life out of the wavering title holder. Adrianna rattles her foe from side to side, not only forcing the breath from her opponent but clattering her gray matter.
Deciding it’s time to remove the remainder of the blonde’s senses, she shifts her grip. Placing Mariel down for a moment to scoop an arm between McGinty’s legs from behind while slipping alongside and launching Mariel for an Olympus Slam.
Olympus Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9ABHCVOyns )
But before Adrianna can lay out with McGinty still in her clutches, the blonde adds her own fuel to the liftoff the goddess provides. Breaking away from Addy mid-launch, Mariel lands behind the startled Greek grappler, the champ fortunately pointed at the Leggs, Inc. corner when the rubber meets the road.
It’s not a graceful sprint to her partner, but McGinty staggers to the tag and happily trades out for her City of Angels-based counterpart.
Once entered, the replenished brunette charges NAILING the spinning Adrianna with a Big Boot, dropping the deity like she has an expiration date. Watching the back of her partner’s head bounce off the deck from her landing, Pandora needs no further prodding. She enters and charges Valerie, only to run into a perfect shotgun dropkick from the endless stems of the leggy title holder.
Shotgun Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK3JPeSBnVQ )
Val’s boots RAM into Panny’s bosom, the bounty providing only so much cushion as Pandora is sent back-somersaulting to a stop on her aching chest. As a dizzied Pandora pushes toward vertical, a rising Stipanovic is ready for Adrianna, the Greek grappler swinging and missing with a scythe-like clothesline. Sliding next to the olive-skinned beauty, Stems collects her challenger, lifting her fellow brunette and spilling her to the canvas with a side suplex, again delivering head and shoulders to mat with a ring-rattler.
Pandora’s second try is no more successful than Addy’s. With a fresh Valerie on fire, she times a pivot to Pandora perfectly and CRACKS a superkick beneath Panny’s chin, straightening the curvy, beach blonde like a board. TIMBER! Pandora drops to the deck.
Having seen enough of this insanity, the former Aphrodite slides in from the floor. Leaping to her feet, she charges Val from her blind side, the Angeleno unable to keep up with THREE Amazonian war machines. Luckily a guardian, long-limbed angel enters simultaneous to the Goddess of Love and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of the interloper before Locke can attack Stems from her six. Mariel nearly rips Ashley in half with the vicious tackle and a gutted Aphrodite rolls out of the ring, moaning and swaddling her ivory midriff.
With one of The Three taken out of the equation, Legs and Stems scrape the team’s MVP off the canvas. Together, Mariel and Valerie bum rush Pandora to the ropes and heave her over the top, pushing the ‘eject’ button on the usually flawless Force of Nature. Panny skips the bump off the apron, flying straight to the floor where she lands on Ashley, leaving the flaxen-haired thirds of FAWN’s ‘greatest team’ in a delectable heap.
With the Greek Goddess laid out center stage, trying to blink her senses back into place, Val plucks Adrianna’s legs off the deck at the ankles, spreading her foe’s legs wide. The immortal isn’t unaware of Stems’ possible evil intent and she ‘washes windows’ with her palms, pleading for the leggy brunette to avoid the hot button. As Pappy makes her case, Mariel heads for the ropes at Adrianna’s right side. As the blonde’s back connects, Val leaps into the air, legs extended inside those of the goddess. Stipanovic lands, stretching the groin muscles of Addy to the snapping point.
Papadopolous rises to a seated position, snatching between her thighs. As she does, 'Stems' lifts and delivers a boot sole into her foe's chest, returning Adrianna flat, just in time for a front flipping Mariel whose legs circle to a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of the challenger. With Leggs, Inc’s fatal finishing Lower Limb-o Stick wrecking Adrianna, Mariel departs to watch over Pandora and Ashley as they weakly struggle to extricate themselves from each other.
For Valerie, there’s little left to do but snatch and lift one of Addy’s limp legs. She circles around it, ending in a scissoring stance she drops to the canvas. Shifting the brunette’s opposite stem across the former in the shape of a ‘four’, Stems locks the submission then pushes up on her palms to double the fun to a Figure Eight.
The Greek goddess screams back to life, flailing and wailing. She holds out for a few seconds but even an immortal cannot take the pain the Angeleno can send through her impeccable lower limbs, Adrianna tapping wildly, begging for release.
Castle immediately leaps to his feet, calling for the bell, but Val won’t let the goddess loose until she hears the call.
“Your winners and STILL Tag team Champions…Valerie Stipanovic and Mariel McGinty…Leggs, Inc.”
A joyous McGinty collects the belts and slides back into the squared circle as her partner untangles from the blubbering goddess. Valerie rises, disdainfully pushing the vanquished Adrianna out of the spotlight, then welcoming Mariel in with a huge hug.
The leggy Amazons lift their hardware high, eyes welling with excitement and pride having beaten the supposed best ever.
Now people would know the truth and the long struggle to the top is all the sweeter after claiming and defending the belts against the caliber of teams they’ve taken down. The humiliating upsets to the departed America’s Sweethearts becoming a footnote in their career rather than a main chapter, blonde and brunette take to the heights of a corner, reveling in the journey, and their gold, and the departing, depleted members of The Three.
Leggs, Inc. are now undoubtedly undisputed, wresting the aura of invincibility from the trio of newly minted has-beens.
It’s been over three years since the band got back together, a momentary, unsuccessful foray of a three-way against the since departed Asian Invasion. However, it’s been four years since the most devastating tag team in history was prime time and running roughshod over every twosome that called planet Earth home. That is until FAWN legends Maeve and Moira Kane pulled off the upset of upsets to end the championship run of The Three.
The trio of Amazons ruled their paradise island with iron hands and their legend has only grown since their mutual break-up, each going on to find pastures, some greener than others.
Pandora basically shut down the FAWN Oil Pit with her dominance in the Johnson & Johnson’s. Since, she’s travelled the globe, squashing foes on each continent, an exhibition on Antarctica against an overmatched Chilean beauty giving her the record for all seven.
On the other hand, Ashley Locke and Adrianna Papadopolous saw their FAWN careers fall to mortal levels, including both losing in succession earlier in the year to the long-departed Colleen O’Neal. The extended time without ring success only makes the return of the tag champions more important and the assembled seem tapped into the Jordan versus LeBron vibe of the evening.
There would be no reforming the glory of The Three if not to put them in a battle for the tag titles currently held by Leggs, Inc., a team some dare mutter shapes up to be the best since The Three after their defeat of the Gold Standard at FAWNamania.
It doesn’t hurt the title-holding, leggy duo are near six-footers in their own right and entering their prime at the top of their game.
With the stage set, the buzz from the FAWNatics grows when the ring announcer bellows over the buzz.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Ashley Locke, Adrianna Papadopolous and Pandora...together they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!!”
The curtains part and ‘Heavy Crown’ from Iggy and Ellie courses through the arena. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qQ-lvEZMV0 ) bringing memories back in waves.
The music is more than enough for the audience to let their emotions run wild. While long since champions with the most impressive run of dominance the organization has ever seen, there’s a palpable feeling in the crowd the trio of terrors are the solid favorites to win back their belts, no matter which two are the legal women.
As the legends stride regally into view, settling center stage, the nostalgia gets the better of the FAWNatics, the former hated bullies drawing a considerable ovation.
PANDORA
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
ASHLEY LOCKE
Of course, collecting most of the spotlight is the woman who had and has no rival in causing fear among her foes. Standing just south of six feet tall, the curvy blonde fills out her white bikini top with no room to spare. The lights dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth midriff. Her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. The moniker of Aphrodite now rarely used, at least by herself, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde at the six foot mark, with a good two thirds seemingly her limitless legs. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and as dangerous as those of the current champions. Her chest is ‘armored’ with a red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra, lacking any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna continues to regard the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her descent from the heavens, a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare slackjawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the Grecian blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots are basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, the crowd and the champions alike will have to guess which may be tonight’s two legal challengers, though heavy money would surely select the gods’ greatest creation, Pandora.
The teammates move forward as a three-person Army, shoulder to shoulder, much of the crowd agape, knowing they are in the presence of a rare level of greatness.
Reaching the ring as their music fades, the legends fan out; Pandora settling in front of the hard cam, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three each climb onto the apron in unison.
Panny, Pappy and Locke thread one luscious leg through the ropes then sweep the rest of their powerful frames into the ring. Blondes and brunette move to the middle, clasp hands and raise their arms high, goddesses ready to reclaim Mount Olympus.
After one of the tag champs wisely eschewed the menacing All Hallows Evil and the other met an oily, backbreaking end, Leggs, Inc. is ready to go from frying pan to fire at CNP. Besting a top team for the titles at the Greatest Show on Earth, FAWNamania, the leggy duo pushes the envelope further, taking on the team many believe are the best ever, The Three waiting for the champions in the middle of the combat zone.
The long-limbed lovelies whisper final words of encouragement to each other when the lights dim. The Tron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and now, finally, gaudy golden belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The team’s anthem isn’t played in vain, such are the two tall drinks of water with lower limbs to die for, neither set seeming to cease. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette aren’t as interactive tonight, passing on high-fives with the fans. Still, the mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
The blonde is 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 ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes, their eyes remaining glued on the dangerous adversaries. Nick Castle, wanting no pre-match problems, ushers all three contenders to a far corner, The Three unconcerned with the raucous display for the titlists.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beams like the newly minted queens of the mountain they are. Reaching the middle, they unstrap the leather and raise the belts high.
The ring announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…your tag team champions…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with a standing ovation that only slows when Mariel calls for a microphone. She raises it to her lips.
“We showed you at Mania we’re the best in the world. Tonight. It’s time to show you we’re the best ever.”
McGinty hands the stick and each hand their belts to Castle, Mariel then waving at the worrisome troika, the champs backing to their corner.
It’s hardly a surprise when McGinty takes her customary lead-off spot, Stipanovic sliding through the ropes and taking her station behind.
Across the expanse. Also the obvious. Pandora will start things for the challengers. But who would remain on the apron as her partner and who would fall to the floor in a support role. The answer comes quickly and the smart money gets paid when the Greek goddess-made-flesh, Adrianna gleefully pounds the top buckle in anticipation while a less enthused Ashley drops to the arena floor, dutifully clapping for her counterparts.
Having disposed of the stick and the belts, Nick calls for the bell and both blue-eyed blonde Amazons stride to each other directly, immediately locking up in a collar-and-elbow to show who the BWOC (Big Woman On Campus) is.
Pandora, having gone to Hollywood and made a B-name for herself, isn’t ready to let the organization SHE put on the map fade away with some anorexic, title-holding knock-offs of the best team ever at the winner’s wheel. Panny leans her curves into the woman she considered a stick-figure version of the flaxen-haired titan. She begins edging McGinty backwards a few inches at a time.
“Stop me, scarecrow,” the challenger demands, but Mariel can’t.
Pandora gains more ground in fits and starts and eventually presses the leggy blonde’s back to the buckles, where partner Valerie unobtrusively tickles her counterpart’s ribs.
Keeping the tag on the down low, the Incorporated brunette slips through the cables to the side and, with the woman that shut the Oil Pit down out of fear concentrating on humiliating her blonde teammate, Stipanovic loops a long, right-footed spin kick into the base of Panny’s spine.
Pandora’s grasp on McGinty breaks instantly as she arches in pain. She tries to turn to face her new foe, but Mariel clutches the challenger tight in a boxing clinch, allowing Val to double and triple up on the meaty THWACKS of shin to backbone, the boots accumulating. When Stems gets up to ‘FIVE’ Pandora’s chirping in pain, at ‘TEN’ she’s painfully ‘demanding’ Castle get her out of Mariel’s now double-teaming grip.
Castle breaks the curvaceous beach behemoth out of Legs’ grasp, but by the time he does Stipanovic has a tight waistlock around the infamously dangerous tanned tummy of FAWN’s Most Feared. Catching everyone, most especially Panny by surprise, the long lean Stems lifts Pandora off the canvas, if slightly, and twists her to the deck.
It’s not a particularly hard landing, Panny ending on all fours. But it still has shock value for the fans, not to mention the remaining members of The Three. Still in control, Valerie rides her like foe a freestyle grappler, breaking down her blonde like a collegiate star, forcing Pandora’s bounty flat to the canvas. The grinning, near six-footer pie-faces the back of Panny’s noggin, drawing a growl from the blonde below.
Apparently Val is among the exclusive club who do not dread facing Pandora’s physique. She slides off a full mount and captures Panny’s noggin in a side headlock, twisting harshly as Pandora forces her way to vertical, the sounds of worry from the crowd growing. The beach blonde moves her hands to the slender hips of the brunette and heaves Valerie away.
The champ uses the momentum to race into the ropes and rebound, her long lower limbs eating up space in huge chunks. Pandora readies a shoulder to block the dark-haired Janie-come-lately to the canvas, but Valerie leads with her legs, NAILING Panny in the jaw with a dropkick that connects from incredibly long-range…for anyone other than her fellow titleholder.
Knocked to her backside, tawny, muscular gams extended in front of her, Pandora flexes her aching jaw, staring sapphire lasers at Stipanovic as the cha,p scrambles back to her feet, turns and charges again.
Pandora tries to get arms up in protection, but Valerie beats her to the kick, landing a boot sole to Panny’s chin with a split-leg Yakuza Kick that delivers the curvy challenger flat to the mat.
Split-leg Yakuza Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g ) 00:17
Val leaps atop the splayed titan in a crossbody pin, barely getting a…
ONE…
…from Castle before Pandora shoves Stipanovic up to her haunches. Valerie shoots a sheepish grin at Mariel, knowing her attempt to retain the titles is way too early but nevertheless enjoying technically getting a nearfall against a FAWN legend.
Not wanting Pandora to get her feet beneath her, Stipanovic starts to coil around the downed blonde. Tight to Panny’s back when the challenger rolls to her side, the lanky brunette wraps her endless legs around Pandora’s hips while slinking her arms around Panny, finally securing a full nelson.
Valerie rolls to her back, placing Pandora in her lap, Stems taking care not to have her shoulders against the mat for more than a split second. She slides up Panny’s body from underneath, shifting her scissors to around the waist of her foe while scrapping her nelson for a sleeper grip.
“Tap out if you don’t want to go beddy-bye,” Val threatens with a whisper into the Glamazon’s ear.
Panny struggles to shake the champ off but being encased within all four limber limbs makes it nigh impossible. The pressurizing legs tighten across Pandora’s abdomen, compressing deep into the flesh beneath the blonde’s ribcage, Val’s flexing biceps restricting the blood flow to the beach blonde’s brain. Panny’s attempts to break free become less coordinated by the second and the cheers from McGinty on the sidelines more pronounced.
“You’re as done as Shea,” Valerie chuckles, “and without a quarter of the career.”
The words stiffen Pandora’s spine. She rolls to her chest, Stipanovic now above her, then pushes to hands and knees before leaning back and reaching her haunches. Valerie releases her scissors to move to a stance behind her foe, a look of disbelief on her face. The crowd seems less amazed as Panny can cause such looks of confusion from her foe multiple times in a match.
Deciding she needs to reestablish her scissors to regain control, the Incorporated brunette leaves her feet, wrapping her gams around the midriff of the former tag champion. She swings Pandora’s head from side to side, trying to force a fateful stumble to the canvas where she can KO Panny in peace when the beach behemoth tries pushing to her feet.
But the curvy, power-packed blonde instead reaches her goal and turns her back, and Valerie’s, to a neutral corner. She backpedals into a sandwich of the long, lean champion, ramming Stipanovic’s back into the buckles. One stiff collision loosens Val’s grip, a second and third send Stems’ arms weakly trailing from around her challenger’s head and neck, limbs falling to her sides.
Panny presses the brunette deep into the corner as Val tries to slip out of the danger zone within which she’s been trapped. Pandora shoves her pelvis forward, then throws it back, CRAMMING her chockablock backside into the lower abs of the titleholder, impaling the slender tummy.
A weary smile emerges on Panny’s lips from the soft grunt then moan escaping Valerie’s lips. The girl was dangerous, but no one matched her for sheer destructive capacity.
With Val semi-sitting on the middle buckle, wedged and gasping from the third straight thrust into the pit of her stomach, Pandora strides away from Valerie, jogging/jiggling her way to the opposite corner before turning and picking up considerable speed. The liftoff is frightening. The splash landing draws ‘OOOOHS’ from the FAWNatics, even those rooting against a triumphant return of The Three.
Panny BURIES the head and chest of the near six-footer under her fearsome frame, Stipanovic rocked by the avalanche of tawny flesh. On the outside, Mariel looks away from the impact, grimacing in anticipation, only hearing the meaty THWACK of body to body before turning back to see Panny usher a drunkenly stumbling Valerie past. Stipanovic makes it to center stage before regaining enough of her bearings to realize her target’s behind her.
The long-limbed brunette turns into a toe kick to the tummy with impact enough fans might expect to see the blonde’s boot tips pushing through Stems’ spinal column. A bug-eyed Val doubles over with a grunt and a gasp. Panny dips to wraps her arms around the roiling tummy of the champion. Showing the power very few possess, Pandora vaults Valerie into the air like a featherweight, catching Val over her right shoulder after the gut wrench, the torso and long lower limbs of Stipanovic draping down her back.
With a formidable ease, Panny brings Valerie down the way she’d come only onto her chest and face rather than her boot soles, the beach behemoth BLASTING Stems with her Dominator.
Dominator ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg )
Huffing noticeably from the effort outlayed, Panny passes on the pin and strides to the challengers’ corner, slapping hands with the Greek Goddess. A grinning Adrianna sweeps between the cables and strides to Stipanovic like she’s gracing the mortal with her presence. She ‘helps’ a kneeling Val to her feet and bullies her deep into the ropes before sending her fellow brunette on her way with an Irish Whip. Or so it first appears. Instead, Addy maintains her grip and reels Valerie back into a short-arm clothesline that nearly rips Val’s head from her shoulders, Stems hitting the deck like a ton of bricks.
A beaming Papadopolous walks to the ring’s edge, lifting her arms high and wide to the audience.
“On your knees and worship!” she shouts to Orlando’s rabble.
The assembled do not seem in the mood to treat the Goddess-Made-Flesh as their deity. She offers them a message from the heavens in the form of a right arm thrust upward, her left palm catching her opposite bicep.
In the challenger’s absence, the stubborn Stipanovic is to all fours. Adrianna hustles to her foe and draws back a punt. Aiming at the leggy brunette’s ribs, Addy fails to connect when Val pivots, catching the kick around the ankle before it causes much damage to her pert chest.
With Pappy hopping on her grounded boot leather, Valerie rises to her considerable verticality, lifting the Greek beauty’s olive-skinned leg high. The goddess apparently isn’t above prayer, pressing her palms together in a request for the Amazon to return her lower limb. Stems throws it back, but like a pendulum and with incredible force. The gam swings from straight forward to straight back, the momentum ripping Adrianna off her planted foot and sending the goddess careening to a face and chestful of canvas.
Pappy’s hands shoot to her beak, covering it from both sides.
“You’ll regret that sacrilege,” Papadopolous proclaims with a loud, nasal twang.
Worn and feeling enough regret already, Valerie pulls the wobbly Greek grappler to her feet and shuffles her to a ready McGinty. Val reaches out for the palm and after the tag is ready to slip out for some rest instead of joining Mariel for some double-team fun.
McGinty turns Adrianna’s back to the champs’ corner and stuffs her in. Pivoting, the lanky blonde lifts her left leg and stuffs it under the chin of the deity, pushing the brunette’s head back while closing her foe’s windpipe. Immortal or not, Addy apparently needs oxygen and she grasps frantically at Mariel’s ankle, trying to pull it away as her face turns redder by the moment. There’s no divine intervention saving the Greek goddess. Instead, it’s FAWN’s lead official, Castle counting to ‘FOUR’ before McGinty pulls her limitless leg away with a ‘Who me?’ shrug.
From the floor, Ashley Locke, who’s snuck into enemy territory, sweeps an arm under the bottom rope, tripping Mariel. But McGinty catches her stumble quickly and delivers a pounding forearm smash to Addy’s chest for some misplaced punishment.
Mariel flashes her baby blues at Aphrodite while shoving a wincing goddess halfway down the length of the ropes before flinging the olive-skinned grappler to the opposite set of cables. McGinty takes off after her challenger as Adrianna rebounds and nearly removes Pappy’s head from her shoulders with a perfectly-placed Big Boot to the chin.
Addy is sent rocketing to the canvas, the back of her skull bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. The brunette hits the deck so hard she bounces to a seated position, dazed and confused.
The flaxen-haired titleholder is not so addled, moving behind Adrianna before stepping a long, lean limb over Pappy’s shoulders one after the other. McGinty collects each of the challenger’s arms at the wrists then twists down to all fours, bringing Papadopolous with her.
Lifting her knees up and down in piston-like precision, Mariel POUNDS Addy’s face into the deck a half-dozen times with her Headscissors Facebuster, delighting the sellout crowd of Adrianna-atheists.
Headscissors Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_x3OfF4bQU )
McGinty unclasps her legs, rolls loose from the face-down goddess and shoves a hip and shoulder to roll the insensate Papadopolous to her back, the Greek grappler spreading out in a starfish as McGinty covers in a lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Adrianna kicks free convincingly if not in the Amazonian manner of her long-time partner.
Mariel casts an angry glance at the man in stripes but pushes to her feet and charges the ropes at Addy’s side. She vaults into the middle rope, grabbing the top, and using the strength wrapped up in those endless gams to springboard halfway across the ring while turning in a 180 to deliver a Springboard Leg Drop…that comes up EMPTY!
Springboard Leg Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=naftveUiAQo )
McGinty has a shockwave shoot up from her tailbone. The blonde’s palms move to her ass, trying to massage her throbbing coccyx, mouth agape and eyes wide.
Adrianna, having rolled clear, is on hands and knees, crawling to the beckoning of The Three’s MVP. Mariel winces as she slowly moves to her boot soles. She notices Pappy’s progress and tries to grab an ankle, but the Greek grappler dives the rest of the way, slapping a hand with Pandora.
Calmly, FAWN’s Most Feared enters. In front of her, Mariel’s sudden unease is palpable, the champ stopping in her tracks.
“Don’t run from me this time, scarecrow,” Panny scolds, reflexively slapping her tanned tummy, the internal indication she’s ready.
McGinty runs her hands down her legs in a showy response. Pandora is brought like moth to flame, charging the champion and GUTTED by a toe kick for her trouble, the length of the stems keeping Mariel out of range from any planned attack.
With Pandora bent at the waist, Mariel lifts her right leg high and brings it down like a guillotine across the back of the beach blonde’s neck, sending her crashing to the deck.
Standing Axe Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7YJ-r8bxw ) 00:29
A wincing Pandora cradles the back of her neck, yet unable to bring her incredible force to play, the newborn champs on the way to proving the time for titles has passed Panny by.
With Pandora rolling to her back, McGinty leaps into the air above her foe. She folds into a tuck and drops both knees into Panny’s abdomen, again IMPALING the infamous tawny expanse. As Pandora groans and swaths her aching belly with an arm, Mariel spreads out and pulls Panny between her long, lean lower limbs, snapping her legs around Pandora’s noggin, thighs tightening to temples as she locks the stems in a figure-four. Lifting on her palms, Mariel squeezes every bit of power into her pressure cooker.
Panny grimaces as she ties to pry her way free, her face turning rosy. It’s a futile attempt in her current position, so the flaxen-maned powerhouse rolls to her chest, bringing her more slender Amazonian counterpart along. Pushing up to all fours, she’s in a better location to extract her braincase from the flexing gams, but these are no ordinary weapons. Despite her best efforts, Panny decides escape can only be afforded by swinging her body toward the ropes and draping a leg over the bottom rope.
The strength inherent in her curvy frame allows Pandora to evade the further slow seepage of her consciousness by doing just that, Adrianna and Ashley both shouting from the challengers’ home base for Castle to free their faltering counterpart. Nick calls for the break. Unsurprisingly, Mariel keeps it locked for another four strength-sapping seconds before unlatching her scissors, rolling away, and pushing to her feet.
McGinty hovers over the disheveled Panny, motioning for the beach behemoth to get off her ass. Pandora slowly uses the ropes to reach vertical, not appearing much like the woman who cast fear into opponents. She sweeps her golden locks off a glistening, flushed face, huffing in weariness and frustration, perhaps returning to face championship-caliber players off the bat not such a good idea.
As quickly as Panny’s shuffled away from the strands a few feet, Mariel is leading with her weapons of choice, again shooting a toe kick at Pandora’s midriff. McGinty having gone to the well once too often, the challenger is ready, catching the kick before it hits home.
Panny lifts the captured stem and leads a hopping McGinty toward a neutral corner. But before arrival, Mariel pushes off her grounded sole and sweeps a graceful enziguri through the air, THWAPPPING her boot into the left temple of Pandora. Panny wobbles before a shoulderblock from Mariel completes the process of laying her out in a spreadeagle.
McGinty passes on the pin attempt, deciding a high caliber impact will be necessary to finish off the likes of the beach behemoth. She climbs the nearby corner, the task not a simple one with her lengthy stems. As she reaches the top and turns to face her foe, she finds Pandora no longer matbound. With the hint of a glaze remaining in her baby blues, Panny nevertheless is directly below Legs’ penthouse perch, throwing her body into the ropes to Mariel’s right, rattling the cables enough McGinty loses her balance.
Dropping from the heights, the champion’s crotch CRASHES down atop the wiring holding the corner to the post behind. Split up the middle, Mariel’s azure pools roll white, her mouth falling wide as her hands move to the juncture of her slim thighs, pushing to create some slack between her privates and the agonizing metal abutting them.
A perky Pandora is ready to take advantage. She ascends to a stance on the middle ropes and ‘helps’ Mariel rise from her predicament. She tugs the lanky blonde into a rough bearhug, Pandora’s chest swallowing that of the title holder, as Panny cinches her embrace tight, drawing a gasp out of the mewling McGinty.
More than a little breathless herself, likely from the lack of preparation time, Pandora shows her strength won’t crack even if her stamina might be a little low. With her hug deep and strong, she sends a risen Mariel flying over head in a fateful flip, ending with the champ THWAMMING to the thinly-covered plywood several yards away with an elevated belly-to-belly.
As McGinty arches in agony, reaching for her lower spine, Panny hops down to the mat. When a determined Mariel begins to rise and turn, she breaks into a stampede, THUMPING an extended right arm across Mariel’s clavicle. The leaping lariat rips McGinty off her feet, again sending the faltering Amazon to the unforgiving deck, her spinal column battered once more.
With Panny on her haunches next to the splayed McGinty, the less convincingly named FAWN’s Most Feared covers in a lateral press for the…
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Mariel kicks loose emphatically, Pandora sent up to her knees from the shove, it finally Panny’s turn to show a look of amazement at how her opponent heaved her off.
Adrianna and Ashley give her an encouraging ovation from the sidelines but the show of force places an unusual look of concern on Pandora’s face and, when she hauls Mariel to unsteady feet, it’s to draw her to The Three’s corner and hand the reins to the Greek Goddess.
Pappy happily accepts, ready to dish out some punishment. While the olive-skinned brunette enters, Pandora noticeably is not leaving. Dipping an arm through the quaking stems of the champion, Adrianna, scoops McGinty off the deck, turning her and dropping her into body slam position across her right shoulder.
Papadopolous follows through, rattling the ring with another assault on the blonde’s backbone. While a grimacing Mariel forms a pained arch after the landing, Pandora’s been busy climbing to the middle ropes. Pointed toward the sellout crowd and a cheering Ashley, Panny bounces on the rubber-coated steel several times then launches her muscular legs behind her, flying away the buckles and SPLASHING across Mariel’s open, raised midriff, OBLITERATING her foe’s abs with a Panny Bomb.
Panny Bomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKk4YSMPo3k )
A flustered and frustrated Castle reminds Pandora she’s not legal and can’t cover. Cue an eyeroll from one of the best ever. Panny rolls out under the bottom rope, allowing the Goddess-Made-Flesh to do what she chooses with the broken blonde moaning at her immortal feet.
A tenacious McGinty begins to rise and Addy pounds a forearm into the spine of her foe, the lanky blonde’s backbone curling as she’s kept bent at the waist. Pivoting next to Mariel, Pappy collects the blonde’s braincase in a ¾ facelock then snap mares the tag champ back to the canvas, McGinty left in a seated position. Dropping to her immortal derriere behind, Adrianna snuggles tight with Mariel, wrapping a scissors around the ribs of the Incorporated blonde. Pappy shows there’s more to legs than length, CRUSHING in the sides of McGinty’s midriff while fashioning her right hand into a claw and DRIVING the digits DEEP into the nape of McGinty’s neck, the fingers sinking into the nerve bundle located there.
Mariel shudders within Madusa’s Coil, Papadopolous forcing her foe to spasm with each tightening of her snaking legs and the biting clamp of her nerve pinch.
“Whaddya say, champ?” Castle queries, noticing the lessening response from the fading superstar. “Respond or I’ll call it.”
“You better not,” Mariel grunts feebly between clenched teeth and Nick waves for the match to continue.
Flattening her boot soles to the canvas, a desperate McGinty shoves her body backward in turn stacking the goddess on her shoulders. Castle drops to the canvas and slaps…
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…forced to release her Coil, Adrianna rolls out of her submission in time to stop the count, Mariel escaping with brains and brawn. She struggles to her feet, but Pappy’s there first, SLAMMING her body into the taller, more slender champion, chest to chest, wrapping the champ in a tight bear hug and squeezing the life out of the wavering title holder. Adrianna rattles her foe from side to side, not only forcing the breath from her opponent but clattering her gray matter.
Deciding it’s time to remove the remainder of the blonde’s senses, she shifts her grip. Placing Mariel down for a moment to scoop an arm between McGinty’s legs from behind while slipping alongside and launching Mariel for an Olympus Slam.
Olympus Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9ABHCVOyns )
But before Adrianna can lay out with McGinty still in her clutches, the blonde adds her own fuel to the liftoff the goddess provides. Breaking away from Addy mid-launch, Mariel lands behind the startled Greek grappler, the champ fortunately pointed at the Leggs, Inc. corner when the rubber meets the road.
It’s not a graceful sprint to her partner, but McGinty staggers to the tag and happily trades out for her City of Angels-based counterpart.
Once entered, the replenished brunette charges NAILING the spinning Adrianna with a Big Boot, dropping the deity like she has an expiration date. Watching the back of her partner’s head bounce off the deck from her landing, Pandora needs no further prodding. She enters and charges Valerie, only to run into a perfect shotgun dropkick from the endless stems of the leggy title holder.
Shotgun Dropkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK3JPeSBnVQ )
Val’s boots RAM into Panny’s bosom, the bounty providing only so much cushion as Pandora is sent back-somersaulting to a stop on her aching chest. As a dizzied Pandora pushes toward vertical, a rising Stipanovic is ready for Adrianna, the Greek grappler swinging and missing with a scythe-like clothesline. Sliding next to the olive-skinned beauty, Stems collects her challenger, lifting her fellow brunette and spilling her to the canvas with a side suplex, again delivering head and shoulders to mat with a ring-rattler.
Pandora’s second try is no more successful than Addy’s. With a fresh Valerie on fire, she times a pivot to Pandora perfectly and CRACKS a superkick beneath Panny’s chin, straightening the curvy, beach blonde like a board. TIMBER! Pandora drops to the deck.
Having seen enough of this insanity, the former Aphrodite slides in from the floor. Leaping to her feet, she charges Val from her blind side, the Angeleno unable to keep up with THREE Amazonian war machines. Luckily a guardian, long-limbed angel enters simultaneous to the Goddess of Love and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of the interloper before Locke can attack Stems from her six. Mariel nearly rips Ashley in half with the vicious tackle and a gutted Aphrodite rolls out of the ring, moaning and swaddling her ivory midriff.
With one of The Three taken out of the equation, Legs and Stems scrape the team’s MVP off the canvas. Together, Mariel and Valerie bum rush Pandora to the ropes and heave her over the top, pushing the ‘eject’ button on the usually flawless Force of Nature. Panny skips the bump off the apron, flying straight to the floor where she lands on Ashley, leaving the flaxen-haired thirds of FAWN’s ‘greatest team’ in a delectable heap.
With the Greek Goddess laid out center stage, trying to blink her senses back into place, Val plucks Adrianna’s legs off the deck at the ankles, spreading her foe’s legs wide. The immortal isn’t unaware of Stems’ possible evil intent and she ‘washes windows’ with her palms, pleading for the leggy brunette to avoid the hot button. As Pappy makes her case, Mariel heads for the ropes at Adrianna’s right side. As the blonde’s back connects, Val leaps into the air, legs extended inside those of the goddess. Stipanovic lands, stretching the groin muscles of Addy to the snapping point.
Papadopolous rises to a seated position, snatching between her thighs. As she does, 'Stems' lifts and delivers a boot sole into her foe's chest, returning Adrianna flat, just in time for a front flipping Mariel whose legs circle to a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of the challenger. With Leggs, Inc’s fatal finishing Lower Limb-o Stick wrecking Adrianna, Mariel departs to watch over Pandora and Ashley as they weakly struggle to extricate themselves from each other.
For Valerie, there’s little left to do but snatch and lift one of Addy’s limp legs. She circles around it, ending in a scissoring stance she drops to the canvas. Shifting the brunette’s opposite stem across the former in the shape of a ‘four’, Stems locks the submission then pushes up on her palms to double the fun to a Figure Eight.
The Greek goddess screams back to life, flailing and wailing. She holds out for a few seconds but even an immortal cannot take the pain the Angeleno can send through her impeccable lower limbs, Adrianna tapping wildly, begging for release.
Castle immediately leaps to his feet, calling for the bell, but Val won’t let the goddess loose until she hears the call.
“Your winners and STILL Tag team Champions…Valerie Stipanovic and Mariel McGinty…Leggs, Inc.”
A joyous McGinty collects the belts and slides back into the squared circle as her partner untangles from the blubbering goddess. Valerie rises, disdainfully pushing the vanquished Adrianna out of the spotlight, then welcoming Mariel in with a huge hug.
The leggy Amazons lift their hardware high, eyes welling with excitement and pride having beaten the supposed best ever.
Now people would know the truth and the long struggle to the top is all the sweeter after claiming and defending the belts against the caliber of teams they’ve taken down. The humiliating upsets to the departed America’s Sweethearts becoming a footnote in their career rather than a main chapter, blonde and brunette take to the heights of a corner, reveling in the journey, and their gold, and the departing, depleted members of The Three.
Leggs, Inc. are now undoubtedly undisputed, wresting the aura of invincibility from the trio of newly minted has-beens.