Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 1:51:31 GMT
We join tonight’s tag title action with both teams already in the ring, ready to rumble…
The challengers…THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES
KAT BRADDOCK
AVERY CHRISTIAN
Manager: CHRISSY DANIEL
The FAWN Tag Team Champions…LEGGS, INC.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
Having completely dismantled a team approaching Top Ten all-time status for the second time in a row in what was supposed to be a revenge match for the Gold Standard, the brunette and blonde Amazons complete a final chat before Mariel bends her way through the cables, taking her place on the outside.
Castle calls for the bell, the champs having decided to play into the Quakes unorthodox starter, Avery Christian called upon to begin their challenge for the tag titles.
With eight inches on her busty fireplug of a counterpart, the women nearly equal in mass, and the equivalent reach advantage coming with her lanky height, Valerie pops out some jabs toward the Baby Boss. Christian easily bobs and weaves beneath, Chrissy providing advice from the outside for her charge.
Christian sneaks closer as the women revolve around the ring. Sensing her chance to sneak close and grapple with the impossibly long, lean Stipanovic, Avery charges only to be met with a swinging kick from the side CRASHING into her right ribs. Christian staggers to her left from the force and is decked with a sweeping boot from the opposite side connecting with her left temple.
Daniel runs her fingers through her hair then slaps the canvas as a startled Christian stumbles after reaching vertical, her abbreviated, rubbery legs getting her to a neutral corner before she collapses into it.
“INSIDE! GET INSIDE!” the Imp shouts. She turns to Kat. “I told you these chicks are ten times as lethal as what Shea is now.” Chrissy returns her attention as Val closes the distance. “This is for gold, Aves!”
Avery surely isn’t yet dazed enough not to realize the stakes, but as the leggy Angeleno pivots and raises her left boot sole to Christian’s throat and presses her foe’s head back with the choking placement, she more clearly sensing the difference between a smaller legend who’s seen better days and an Amazon at the height of her power.
From the Quakes’ corner both Braddock and Daniel complain bitterly over the choke. The FAWNatics are less concerned. Leggs, Inc had defeated Portia’s hated crew and in fact forced them to dissolve. Between they’d beaten a team of hated titans that held the label of best ever in The Three. If Valerie wants to stretch the rules with a Bethany’s brat, Orlando’s unwashed aren’t likely to complain.
On the other hand, Nick eventually gets to ‘FOUR’ and Stipanovic relents, pulling the boot free. Val pivots to capture Avery’s noggin in a ¾ facelock with a grip over her right shoulder and flips the Baby Boss to a thumping seat on the canvas with a snap mare. Not surprisingly, Stems follows with a meaty soccer kick to the lower spine, Avery arching in agony from the impact, both Kat and Chrissy grimacing on the sidelines.
Valerie’s not done. She skips past the seated Christian and hits the cables in front of the Cali Quake. Rebounding, Val gobbles up yardage with her long lower limb and leaps into a dropkick to the abundant chest of the challenger, knocking Avery flat to the mat.
Pushing Christian on to her side, Stems drops into a kneel against the right ribs of her foe. She folds Avery’s legs while cupping her opposite arm under and around the chin of the challenger.
Valerie rolls to her back, elevating the curvy Californian above her, knees pushed tight into Avery’s spinal column. Val pushes forward with her powerful limbs while she yanks back on either side with her Bow-and-Arrow submission.
Bow-and-Arrow submission ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
The Baby Boss howls in pain as her backbone is bent in a manner it was never meant. She yelps and twists through a half-dozen seconds before she elbows her way out of immediate trouble, the match too early to be forsaken with so much on the line.
As Valerie unfolds her incredibly protracted stems, Christian barrel rolls her way to the challenger’s side of town, reaching up to tag a seemingly less than thrilled Braddock. The Brat enters cautiously, happy to see Stipanovic laying back at center stage while she makes her way through. But as soon as both boot soles are on the canvas, Valerie’s charging the vertically challenged if power-packed blonde.
With a raised big boot aimed between her dark peepers, Kat dips under the thunderstroke and races to the opposite cables as Val skids to a stop and turns. Rebounding, the Quake sprints toward the towering brunette and leaps into a crossbody splash that staggers Valerie but doesn’t tip her.
After quickly regaining her balance, a smirking Stipanovic carries the squirming Kat within her grasp, across her chest. Dropping to one knee, the genuflecting Valerie takes a turn trying to break the blonde’s back with an over-the-knee version of a breaker.
Pressing down on either side of the curved Quake, one hand under Kat’s chin the other on a thigh, the long limber brunette tries to wrench Braddock’s back out of alignment as she had Kat’s partner moments before.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo )
Castle asks if The Brat wants to give in. Chrissy answers for her first but a cursing Braddock agrees with her manager and sometimes partner. Frustrated by the fight, Valerie lifts her hands, lacing them in a double axhandle, then pounding the joined fists into Kat’s Achilles’ Heel her plush, tanned midriff.
Kat’s eyes bulge as her arms race to wrap around her aching tummy while Stems disdainfully shoves the gasping fireplug off her knee, Kat flopping to the canvas and rolling to her back, unfortunately for the challengers, toward the ready and waiting McGinty. Mariel motions to her colleague and Valerie steps atop Kat’s bronzed belly on the way to her teammate, casually high-fiving the lofty blonde.
Apparently feeling no need for a double-team against the slow-starting Quakes, Stems departs as Legs enters, Mariel dipping to collect Kat’s head in a two-handed vide grip, tugging the groaning Braddock to her feet.
Shifting her grip to a wrist, McGinty tosses Kat off with an Irish Whip, the stocky, low-to-the ground blonde barreling to the ropes and returning only to ABSOLUTELY EAT a raised Big Boot, the tip of her chin PLASTERED by the classic connection from the leggy title holder.
Kat buggywhips to the canvas, the back of her skull CRASHING to the thinly-sheathed plywood so hard she bounces up to a dazed seat as McGinty puts on the brakes and reviews the wreckage.
Walking past Braddock’s left shoulder, she shoots a mule kick into the ample bosom of the blonde, flattening The Brat to the canvas. Immediately, the golden-maned Amazon shows her speed, dropping three leg drops within a few seconds of each other, the first across Kat’s bruised belly, the second atop Braddock’s breasts and the third against Kat’s throat, sending The Brat into a set of spasms as her windpipe tries to reopen.
Trio of Leg Drops ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=n086APLS_CI )
Mariel scrambles to cover the Cali Quake, determined to show the young up-n-comers are no more a challenge than the two impressive teams they’ve recently dismantled. She dives across the curvy blonde in a lateral press, hooking Braddock’s far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR-“OOOFFFHH!”
McGinty groaned in irritated surprise when Avery dove in from the Quakes side of town with a single Stomp between the shoulders! Hardly satisfied with one shot, Christian fired off half a dozen more stomps into the blonde’s back and flanks before Mariel was able to scramble to one knee. Juking away from Castle’s questing grasp, Avery lunged forward with a Toe Kick aimed at the side of Mariel’s he--“DAMMIT!”
Frustration for the challenger when McGinty snatched hold of her ankle and got to her feet. “Go ahead, try an Enzugiri, see what it gets you!” Mariel taunted after she’d taken a giant step backward with the brunette’s ankle still in tow. “Bet you won’t like how it turns RRRGGGHH!”
A penitent Braddock drilled a Forearm Smash into the pit of McGinty’s right knee, forcing the blonde to stumble and release her partner in a single stroke. Eyes alight with cruel possibility, Christian snatched her foe in a Front Facelock only to bellow in outraged indignation when Nick hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her toward the Quakes’ corner. “One word and I’ll call for the bell!” the Senior Official barked. “Don’t test me, Avery!”
“Test him all you want, Ave!” Chrissy called to her struggling charge. “He doesn’t have the guts to throw the match out!” The Imp knew this wasn’t entirely true, she just needed the zebra preoccupied while Kat THUMPED a sawed-off Uppercut between Mariel’s thighs!
“LITTLE WITCH!” Val shouted from the champions’ corner. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!”
Braddock blew the Angeleno a snide little smooch, then crooked her hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the blonde’s back hard enough to raise immediate welts. It also shot McGinty up on tiptoe, thus allowing the Brat to grab hold of the towering champion’s right ankle so she could stuff that heel into Mariel’s rump. With Legs reduced to well, Leg, Braddock wrapped her left arm around opposing midsection, then dipped her knees and muscled the hobbled Gamazon skyward just to swing her back down and DRIVE that defenseless shin onto her posted knee! McGinty cried out and lurched into a few fencepost holes but still didn’t go down, indeed she went back to tiptoe when Kat snatched a double handful of waistband and yanked it north by a good six inches!
“BRAT!” Mariel wailed aloud as her hands flew to those distended briefs. She encountered no resistance from Braddock because the blonde had already sprinted past her on a beeline for the ropes. Damned near launching herself out of the strands, Kat dropped a shoulder and launched off her back foot, the Brat putting every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into the Spear she buried in Mariel’s navel!
The force of it blasted McGinty off her feet, the towering blonde landing on the back of her head and shoulders like she’d received a particularly stiff Powerbomb. Chrissy called for a pin, sage advice that Braddock ignored in favor of shoving offa Mariel’s lower back to force her over onto all fours. “You don’t deserve a quick blow-out, beeyotch.” Kat told Legs after she’d reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “You and the other skinny poseur are gonna be reduced to smoldering rubble!”
To that end she dipped down, cinched her arms around McGinty’s midsection and hoisted her ass over teakettle just to sit-out and SPIKE the champ’s noggin into the mat with a brutal Piledriver! Mariel jolted from end to end before slopping onto her back, whereupon Braddock sprawled across her chest and hooked the far leg tight. Eyes locked on Valerie Stipanovic, the Brat brazenly dared Stems to interrupt the count before it reached…
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
ONE…
TWO…
Val did indeed come through the ropes, though it proved unnecessary because Mariel kicked out half a whisper after ‘TWO!’ Rearing back on her haunches, Kat buried a hand in McGinty’s hair and lifted her head off the mat and slapped her face a few times without taking her eyes from Valerie. “Want some of this, ya big bytch?” she sneered. “Come and get it.”
Stipanovic absolutely did, but she wasn’t about to fall into that trap, not with Castle already headed her way. “Your time is coming, cupcake.” the brunette promised as she returned to Leggs’ corner without a comment from the ref.
“Damn right it is.” Braddock chided. “And a f*ck ton sooner than you think.”
Doubling down on the hair-hold, Kat hauled the leggy blonde to her hands and knees and walked her over to an otherwise empty stretch of strands. “You want to choke me out, skinny?” Braddock hissed as she draped her rival’s throat over the bottom rope. “Let me show you how it’s actually done!”
Mariel didn’t actually need additional schooling in this particular tactic, not that she was in any position to protest the Brat’s lesson plan, which entailed pressing her right foot across the nape of the penitent Gamazon’s neck while grabbing the top rope in both hands. What followed was a session of inelegant bouncing that had McGinty and the FAWNatics (not to mention her partner) red-faced for entirely different reasons. Aware that he’d let the champs push their advantage a little earlier in the contest, Castle made sure to grant Braddock a similar leniency though it didn’t prevent him from barking a count when Kat showed no signs of stopping.
‘FOUR!’ brought an abrupt end to the theatrical strangulation an equally sudden start to a round of trash talking from Braddock to Stipanovic. “C’mon ya big baby, let’s see you actually act like you want to make the tag!” the Brat shouted as she took leave of rasping, retching Pennsylvania native. “What’s it gonna look like if you just sit there while the Quakes tear your lame-ass partner apart?”
“Get a little closer you stumpy little troll.” Stipanovic demanded of the blonde. “We’ll see who gets torn apaNGH!” Kat lunged and landed a quick Toe Kick to the belly, which in turn allowed her to mount the middle rope and grab a double handful of Val’s hair from an almost level playing field! Castle got involved at once, his diligence simultaneously great for Stems and terrible for Legs as it meant there were no eyes on Avery when she dropped down from the Quakes corner and raced along the perimeter just to leap up and THWACK the soles of her boots against the side of Mariel’s skull!
APRON DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i_NcwUUcP0
The Baby Boss’ Drive By knocked McGinty out of the ropes and left Avery on the apron doing her best impression of the silhouette on a mud-flap. Her form was great, though she didn’t hold it for more than a couple heartbeats before she hopped off the perch and strolled back to the challengers’ corner.
Only allowing Nick to ‘pull her off’ after she’d heard the jeers from the crowd, Kat squirmed free of the ref’s grasp and offered Stipanovic a raised middle finger before she returned her attention to Mariel. “Shyt, your cardio suuuuuuuuuuucks.” Braddock teased as she hauled the big blonde into a rough Side Headlock. “How’d you ever get to be champs? Actually, I don’t care how you got here. I only care how you leave.”
To that end she marched over to Christian and made a point of CLAPPING her partner into the match. From there Kat bounced Mariel’s forehead against the top buckle a few times, then relinquished the Headlock so she could lean forward and hook an arm across McGinty’s waist. A rumble of surprise from those assembled when the Brat muscled her opponent up under that arm like she was little more than a sack of laundry! Chrissy didn’t look surprised though, she looked pleased, then downright giddy when Avery slipped through the ropes and caught Mariel’s head in an Inverted Facelock. “Put her down!” the Imp called to her protégés. “Crush her into the mat!” The Quakes obliged with a smirk, Kat dropping to her butt and Avery to her tummy to THAWHAM McGinty into the deck with a combination Sidewalk Slam and Reverse DDT!
SIDEWALK SLAM & REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZvrMmvbeKI
Braddock stretched out and rolled under the bottom at rope to guarantee a prompt count when Christian swiveled into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
This time it’s Stems spoiling a possible victory party, landing a boot between the shoulderblades of the Baby Boss, Christian arching in pain, the pin broken. As Castle guides a fuming Stipanovic back to her corner, Avery latches onto McGinty’s right ankle and lifts the long lean limb as she rises. She holds the ankle overhead and THWUMPS Mariel’s knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the Gamazon yelping and pulling the leg in close, protecting her weapon.
As the lanky blonde rolls to a seated position, Indian-style, face etched in pain, the busty brunette leaps above the folded legs, landing atop them, pushing the knees flat to the canvas in opposite directions and stretching the groin muscles of the aching champion.
As Mariel’s hands shoot to where her bread-and-butter joins her torso, Avery, seated in her lap, abbreviated legs bracketing McGinty’s ribs, clamps down in a scissors. She leans forward, reaching her arms around the back of Mariel’s noggin and leaning her target back.
“You better not even thUMPPPPH”
The Gamazon’s complaint is cut off as Avery pulls the blonde’s nose and lips into her cavernous cleavage, securing a front sleeper grip that only adds to the lethality of the breast smother.
Mariel squirms frantically, but with her gams partially pinned beneath the backside of the brunette, Mariel’s having difficulty ejecting the Baby Boss from her seat.
”MPPPPHHHNPPPH” McGinty grunts from under her fleshy face mask.
“I’ll tell him,” Christian offers, turning to Nick. “The giraffe says she can’t breathe and wants to give up.”
Mariel’s baby blues dart wildly.
“NMMMPHUHHHDONMPPPH”
Castle seems unsure but is reasonably convinced it’s a denial. He waves the match on, which seems like a prescient choice when McGinty lifts both arms and slaps them together behind Avery’s skull, Mariel ringing the legacy’s ears something awful. A cursing Christian rolls off McGinty’s lap, hops to her feet, and muffs her scalded ears.
Rubbing them, she sneers at the blonde, charging her foe as McGinty unfolds her lower limbs to their full length then STUFFS both into Avery’s bountiful chest when she moves close and dips to collect the titleholder.
Swaddling her bosom with one arm, a stumbling Avery reaches the Quakes’ corner, tagging in Braddock. The Nasty from Newport Beach strides to her target in much the same fashion as her partner but when Mariel shoots her impossibly long stems out this time, Kat is ready with the catch. The Brat spreads them as wide as she’s able then drops forward, PLANTING a headbutt directly between.
Mariel howls in pain, hands rushing to push Kat’s noggin out of her sweetspot.
On the sidelines, Valerie’s beside herself with the extended offense the challengers are mounting, the youngsters apparently too stupid to know they’re meant to be roadkill for the champs.
With the Killer Imp cheering her on, Kat slinks up Mariel’s long frame, moving to a forward-facing, kneeling straddle of the blonde’s midriff. Leaning forward, Kat unleashes with a series of windmill slaps to McGinty’s modest rack, lighting up the Gamazon with the stinging attacks until Mariel’s gets her palms to Kat’s shoulders and heaves her back, Braddock sprawling between the long gams of her foe.
McGinty snaps the limbs shut around The Brat’s plush, tanned tummy, pressing them into belly and backbone, Braddock wincing and wheezing as she tries to break free.
“You’re dead now, ya little troll,” the Angeleno shouts from her corner. “Mare’s gonna snap you down the middle.”
But quite the opposite, as a straining Kat indeed pries her way loose, the aftereffects of the crotch shot keeping McGinty from clamping the vise tight. Gasping as she fully breaks loose, a flustered Kat stomps a mudhole out Legs’ chest, payback for trying to turn the tide in the champs’ direction.
Having recovered her composure, The Brat pulls Mariel to her feet and shoves her into a back-first, crashing collision with a neutral corner, a weathered McGinty slumping into the buckles as Braddock jogs to the opposite post. Turning, the converted beach fighter barrels across the canvas and leaps into a twisting hip smash to Mariel’s chest that takes the remaining starch out of the flagging champion, McGinty dropping to her derriere, legs extended.
Grasping Mariel’s flaxen mop, Kat decides to have a little fun at the champion’s expense, delivering some Bratty Butt Bumpers to the face of the vulnerable Incorporated blonde, Kat WHUMPING one, two then, with a hip swiveling flair, three into her foe’s mug.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
Clearly pleased with herself, smirking and waving at a distraught Val, the Quake saunters to the opposite buckles and stampedes her vertically-challenged frame across the canvas, leaping into a meteora THAT COMES UP EMPTY.
Mariel, having flung herself out of the drop zone, begins to crawl her way to a frantic Stipanovic. Meanwhile, a grimacing Brat rises and limps her way toward the waiting palm of the Baby Boss. Each blonde gingerly closes the gap to her partner and slap hands with their dark-haired teammate simultaneously.
Valerie and Avery enter together and charge the other, Stems nearly removing Christian’s head from her shoulders with an ungodly Big Boot to the chin. Still inside the squared circle, Kat rushes from Valerie’s blindside only to meet a vicious side kick that delves deep into her spongy midriff, doubling The Brat over with a guttural groan.
“You didn’t think I’d know your sleazy ass would be coming?” Val asks the breathless blonde.
Reaching down, Stems collects Avery with a handful of ebony locks and tugs the wobbling challenger to her feet. The LA Woman, apparently interested in reclaiming California for her own, sinks her opposite set of nails into Kat’s golden tresses. She pulls the Cali Quakes to face each other, draws their heads back, the eyes of both challengers growing wide and…
WHAM!
Val introduces the Kat and Avery in a forehead-to-forehead tremblor that spins Kat in a 180 and sends her toppling to the canvas before rolling out to the floor. The legal Avery isn’t as lucky, drunkenly stumbling in a wide arc, leading back to the waiting Stipanovic who GUTS the Baby Boss with a toe kick that nearly skewers Christian completely.
With Avery bent at the waist, Val turns, hits the ropes and returns, leaping toward the dazed brunette, pressing a knee to the side of Avery’s face then laying out, delivering a concussive single-knee facebreaker, levelling the battered Baby Boss.
Single-knee facebreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgWuK7wEp34 )
An adrenaline-filled Valerie dives atop her foe in a full body pin, the lengthy frame of Stems dwarfing the compact curves of Christian for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
To her credit, Bethany’s progeny slips a shoulder up with Castle’s palm only a few inches off the canvas. He leaps to his feet, holding two fingers aloft.
Back in place in the champs’ corner, a recovering Mariel has enough energy to bark at the official and Stems adds a disappointed sneer. However, she quickly gets back to business, dropping next to the shellshocked, busty brunette.
Taking a seat at Avery’s feet, Val leans forward and grabs Christian’s wrists. She slips her boot soles to the inside of the Boss Baby’s ankles then pulls Avery toward her while beginning to stretch out the much more abbreviated lower limbs of the challenger, quickly pushing them into a set of splits that has Avery’s mewling in pain, biting her lower lip from the anguish-inducing wishbone submission.
Castle dropped to one knee to check on Avery, but he didn’t even get the question out of his mouth before all three Quakes rebuked him with various takes on ‘Get the hell outta here!’ The tandem denial didn’t seem to bother Stipanovic in the slightest, indeed Stems flashed a wide smile and leeeeeaaaaaaaaned back to put that much more pressure on the Wishbone. “You sure you don’t wanna give up, mama’s girl?” the Angeleno teased. “Because I’m just about done with Easy Mode.”
“SCREW YOU!” Avery wriggled and pulled, but couldn’t free her wrists from the champion’s grip. “You scarecrows aren’t gonna survive the QuakeSHEY!”
Valerie brought her foe’s hands together and switched her grip so she was controlling Christian’s wrists with her right hand. Remembering the shabby treatment Mariel had endured when Kat was running her mouth, Stems curled her free hand into a paddle and proceeded to paintbrush the smaller brunette’s face with at least a dozen slaps before she switched over to a massive double handful of hair! “You seen these legs, stubby?” Stipanovic murmured once she’d forced Avery to meet her gaze. “We’re gonna be just fine through all your little shivers and jolts. But you two? You’re gonna end up kissing the mat!”
‘Mat’ was still on her lips when Valerie THUMPED Christian’s forehead into the deck and scrubbed her face back ‘n forth until Nick reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “What’s wrong, didn’t like the taste?” Stipanovic smirked as she peeled the sputtering challenger off the mat. “I didn’t know you’d be so picky, but maybe I’ve got something that can cleanse your palette.”
“Whuu… why don’t you shut the hell up?” the Baby Boss groaned. “That’d be a good staRGH!”
Stems caught hold of a wrist, jerked Avery in close and drove a Kneelift into her tummy. This was followed by a short, rough Shoulderblock and a textbook Irish Whip that sent Christian rushing into an empty corner where she BWUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. Strolling to the opposite corner, Valerie ran to the champ’s side of town and ‘clapped’ Mariel into the match without breaking stride as she continued along the ropes before THWHACKING a massive Big Boot into Avery’s face!
CORNER BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCtxiYSXLkw
Stipanovic wanted to linger, just letting the smaller wrestler feel the heavy press of her leg as long as she wanted, but she pulled clear and dipped through the ropes so Mariel had a clear shot when she rushed in and leapt up, both boots landing flush on Christian’s thighs. Lacing her fingers behind the Quake’s noggin, McGinty crunched up and rolled backward, then pumped her legs out full length to fling Avery out of the corner with a Monkey Flip that PLANTED the white-clad battler flat on her face in the middle of the squared circle!
LEGGY MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiFpAjIkDRQ
Christian groaned and rolled onto her back, both hands shooting to her face presumably to check for a broken no--“OOOFFFFHH!” Legs dropped butt-first onto the pit of Avery’s stomach, McGinty digging her knees into the shorter woman’s flanks while simultaneously pressing her shoulders to the canvas to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kat barreled into the big blonde, knocking her away from the cover with half a second to spare! “C’mon string bean!” Braddock demanded of Stems as the champ scrambled to one knee. “I’m getting bored waiting to kick your ass agNNGGGHHH!” Not about to let the Quakes turn the tide on another distraction, Val vaulted over the ropes and damned near took Kat’s head off with a gorgeous Spinning Heel Kick!
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpkO2XNr-AY
“Goddamn Castle, what sort of circus are you running here!?” Chrissy bellowed from the outside. “Get those putzes under control!”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Stipanovic told the Imp after she’d stood Braddock up on rubbery legs. “How about you take this trash to the curb!” Hooking Kat at trunks and tresses, the L.A. Woman rushed the ropes and hurled Kat over the top in an involuntary Plancha that wiped out the sneering, incredulous Daniel!
Stipanovic had only started to brush the invisible dust off her hands when Nick hurried over and tapped her on the shoulder. “To your corner, Val. Go on now.”
The towering brunette answered with a wink, then raised her hands to shoulder level presumably to proclaim her innocence only to fluff her hair as she headed to the Leggs Inc. corner.
Returning our focus to the legal halves of this contest, Mariel McGinty rose a few heartbeats ahead of Avery and used the lead to snatch a double handful of hair, which in turn allowed her to piston about half a dozen Kneelifts into the challenger’s chest and tummy. The hair-hold gave way to a Wristlock to ensure Legs had the proper tether when she stepped back and slung Christian at the ro--NO! Mariel yanked her back the way she’d came, the Arkansas native welcoming Ave home with a Gutwrench that she spun through two-hundred and seventy spine-crunching degrees to THUNK Baby Boss atop her posted knee courtesy of a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Content to pull her knee out from the quivering Quake (rather than waste energy pushing her off) McGinty bundled Avery’s stems, then pointed her butt at the rafters in a Back Press that lasted through…
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-h-5BBj9rE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
No save from Cat or Chrissy, just a show of second generation grit from Christian when she kicked out with a heartbeat to spare. Irritation flashed across Mariel’s face, though it gave way for a wide smile when she realized the Quakes’ corner was empty and Valerie was waiting with an outstretched hand. A single fistful of hair was enough to get Avery to boot-leather, meaning McGinty had a hand free for a two-Gamazon finger snap instead of the traditional tag.
The champs each helped themselves to a wrist once Stipanovic slipped through the ropes. With Christian the Younger thoroughly under their control, the Incorporated duo strolled to the center of the ring and stretched her arms out in a wide ‘T’. “We know what you’re thinking. A shrimp like you would do ANYTHING to see the world from our point of view, even for a minute!” Mariel teased as she clamped her free hand to the underside of Avery’s right bicep.
“And we can sympathize!” Val agreed as she did mirrored the grip on Christian’s left bicep. “Problem is, the air up here is rarified, which means sawed-off little twerps could come down with a bad case of Altitude Sickness!”
McGinty winked at Stipanovic. “And we do mean, come DOWN!”
Just like that they dipped their knees and muscled Baby Boss up into the Vast, Avery’s legs swinging up to waist level in the instant before Leggs Inc. simply let go and stepped away! There was an ‘oooooohhh!’ from the crowd followed by the THA-WHAM! of body on canvas as Christian returned to terra firma with ring-shivering force!
ALTITUDE SICKNESS @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4cW1eIsgjY
Valerie dropped down atop Avery for a Crossbody while Mariel turned her attention to the outside, the lithesome blonde honing in on a recently risen Chrissy Daniel while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
In her zeal to finish the match, McGinty had forgotten they were battling Avery and Kat, not Avery and Chrissy, thus ensuring she never saw a thing when the Brat came off the top rope behind her with a Missile Dropkick that SLAMMED between her shoulders! And in a brilliant show of two for one tactics, Braddock’s descent dropped her full force across Stipanovic’s back in a Senton that broke the count at the last possible second!
“GET HER TO THE CORNER!” Chrissy shrieked to Kat, who was suddenly the only woman standing. “GET HER TO THE CORNER AND MAKE THE GODDAMNED TAG, KAT!”
Braddock paid her no mind because she was already doing it, the Next Gen Beach Cat shoveling Val off the ruin of her partner so she could grab hold of Christian’s wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaag her toward the challenger’s corner.
It isn’t the most pleasant trip for Avery, her partner yanking her along the abrasive canvas to the relative safety of the Quakes’ corner. The Brat leans her dark-haired counterpart against the buckles. She slips between the bottom and middle ropes only to immediately reach an arm through and tap the dazed Christian’s shoulder. Hustling in, she straightens to her full 62 inches and charges a rising McGinty.
Kat grabs the string-bean before Mariel can get to verticality, shoving her upper half between the cables. Thumping a pointed knee between Legs’ taut cheeks, the champ tumbles through the strands, ending on the apron. She doesn’t remain there long. For as Braddock turns her attention to the legal titleholder, Chrissy snatches Mariel off the canvas, pulling her to a stance on the arena floor.
Spinning McGinty to face the steel barricade between the combatants and their fans, the Killer Imp shows she’s lost precious little of her strength and conviction, Irish Whipping Mariel to the metal only a few steps away. The Gamazon barely turns back-first into the steel, her lower vertebrae dissected by the iron. Mariel grimaces in anguish as she slides to a seat on the thinly-padded cement.
Inside, a snarling Kat sidles in from Stems’ six, wrapping her arms around the slender midriff of the Angeleno, securing a waistlock. As Stipanovic reaches her hands to break the binding, The Brat raises her foe. It’s hardly a launch to the stratosphere, but it’s enough to slip a knee beneath her opponent and when Braddock genuflects, she DRIVES Valerie’s crotch onto the plank of her upper leg with an Atomic Drop.
The blast sends Val hopping off the infiltrating limb, Valerie’s hands rushing to her tailbone when her boot soles touch canvas. Stipanovic waddles in a semi-circle to put the blonde barracuda in front of her.
Sensing an opportunity as golden as the state in which she resides, Kat grasps a wrist and shoulder and heaves the long, lean brunette toward the far corner. Stems CRASHES into a spinal collision, turning to take the impact astern. Immediately Kat charges, her diminutive, curvy frame in muscular motion. She flies at a cringing champ, throwing her form into her Beachy Crossbody attack.
Beachy Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8 )
Slamming perpendicular across the long expanse of Val’s tummy, Braddock follows her momentum through the ropes to the Angeleno’s left. Kat hops to the bottom rope and uses the added height to wrap an arm around the throat of her foe. She drops off the rubber-coated steel to violently draw Valerie’s head and neck with her, Stems bent and gasping, her face turning rosy as her dark eyes bulge, the lack of oxygen causing a panic only Castle’s count of ‘FOUR’ brings to an end.
With Chrissy making a mudhole worthy of a future Hall of Famer out of Mariel, Braddock reenters to the sounds of raspy intakes of air from the redfaced Val. Kat shoves an emerging Stipanovic back into the Quakes’ corner where a recovered Christian grabs the wrists of the tag titleholder and loops them over the top cables, then beneath the middle versions.
She hands the captured limbs back to The Brat. The flaxen-haired Golden State grappler collects them and pulls her foe’s arms toward her while lifting her muscular gam. There’s no reaching anywhere near the vicinity to reinitiate a choke. Instead, Kat goes full Brat Attack, perpetrating something far worse. Slamming her boot sole into the crotch of the lanky combatant, Braddock grinds it viciously while pulling Val’s upper half toward her.
A flinching Castle forgets to start his count for several agonizing seconds before he recovers his wits and stops the assault at ‘FOUR’. A returning Chrissy complains about Nick’s strict adherence but with a wide grin in place, Kat commanding the ring with a maneuver making her worth consideration as the Imp’s legacy.
After releasing, a glistening Kat reaches a hand to the Baby Boss who greedily slaps her way into the match, joining her golden-maned counterpart, both moving Valerie halfway down the length of the ropes.
Kat catches Stipanovic around the waist from behind once more. With Avery lurking, she lifts Valerie’s lower half enough for the Baby Boss to catch the lower limbs from beneath. The Quakes vault the brunette extended between them higher, reaching their shoulders to execute a face slamming conclusion.
Tag Team Face Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLl8IHbztdg ) 3:15
But before they can send Stems careening to the collision, the champion shifts the control at both ends. She breaks her legs free from Christian long enough to collapse her calves around either side of Avery’s neck. Above, her left arm tightens in a side headlock of The Brat.
When Valerie barrel rolls to the canvas, it’s under her own command. Below, Val sends Christian halfway across the ring with a twisting headscissors launch, the busty brunette’s brain matter scrambled after impact, Aves trying to regain her bearings as she rises but flops into a corner. Above, Kat’s delivered to the canvas with a modified twisting takedown, the Angeleno turning the double-team on its head. Kat CRASHES to the canvas from the toss, the curvy blonde arching in pain, hand reaching for the base of her backbone.
On the sidelines, Daniel can hardly believe her eyes.
“You idiots,” she wails, leaping to the apron. “How could you whaa…”
Chrissy’s rant is interrupted. From behind and below a pained but persistent Mariel slips her head between the thighs of the three-time World Champion, her arms wrapping around the limbs just below the knees.
McGinty easily lifts the Quakes’ player/manager off the apron and delivers her to the arena concrete with an Electric Chair Drop that sends a burst of pain through Legs’ tailbone when she sits out but dispenses so much more to the Imp, Chrissy landing on her face and chest.
Electric Chair Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTsvHniMP0w )
McGinty tosses the sad excuses for lower limbs out of her lap disdainfully, glancing to the mat above and watching as her partner turns the Cali girls double-team into a double doink.
With both Quakes in the squared circle, Mariel feels no compunction to remain outside. She climbs to her feet and rolls under the bottom, popping to her feet as her long-limbed compatriot does the same. The Gamazon casts a glance to her partner who in turn nods at the Boss Baby leaning into the buckles, Avery shaking her attic clear of webs.
Instantly, McGinty is covering distance with her long strides, not toward Christian, but an ambling, shellshocked Brat. Kat wobbles toward Valerie, unaware of Mariel’s approach. McGinty keeps the adrenaline down so as not to float over the vertically-challenged Braddock when springing toward her. She manages, reaching the perfect height to CRASH her right leg into the Quake’s chin then riding Kat the short trip to the canvas to drop her infamous lower limb across the throat of The Brat for a devastating Gam Changer.
Gam Changer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtTt5WpCmIQ ) 00:27
The impact draws a sympathy groan from the sellout crowd as Kat joins Chrissy as cross-generational Imps sleeping off spectacular blows from the Gamazon.
Not wanting to be left behind by her partner, a glistening Valerie charges the dazed Avery, gobbling up yardage with her long lean ones before raising the right at liftoff and snapping Christian’s head back in horrific fashion with a perfectly placed knee. Somehow the head of the Baby Boss remains attached. Avery staggers out of the buckles, zombie-like, head drooping, arms limp at her sides. She gets a few steps before Stems closes the gap from her left. Leaping, Val slips her long lower limb over the back of Christian’s neck, laying out and SPIKING Avery’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Famelegger.
Famelegger ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) 00:36
From above the waylaid Braddock, a risen Mariel watches with glee. The beatdown was late in arriving but the end of the long and somewhat painful road is reached. The Gamazon holds up a full set of five fingers on her right hand with three more digits on her left and a smirking Stipanovic shrugs ‘why not’.
She shovels the semiconscious Baby Boss to her back with a boot then collects the brunette’s left leg, raising it and stepping around. Twisting in a 360, she collects the opposite number, crossing Avery’s abbreviated legs in a familiar figure of four.
As Christian squeals back to life, Valerie, predatory grin in place, locks it and immediately begins to bridge. Exponentially increasing the pressure, the champ dares Bethany’s spawn to hold on for as long as she’s able against the leg-snapping force of her Legsecutioner.
Legsecutioner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgP54haf5hU ) 00:43
A sobbing, writhing Christian rocks from shoulder to shoulder, pulling at her own ebony locks to spread the pain, but there’s no escape and no use and she passionately taps first the canvas then Valerie’s left leg, pleading for release after a half-dozen seconds.
Castle hops to his feet and signals for the bell, which comes close behind.
Val drops out of her bridge but remains in the four-spot as Mariel kicks a softly stirring Kat under the bottom rope to the floor.
“Your winners and STILL Tag Team Champions…Leggs, Inc.!” comes the call.
The announcement breaks Stipanovic’s malice as she unlocks her limbs from Avery’s, the wailing Christian curling into a fetal ball as Stems pushes to her feet and is surrounded in a hug by McGinty.
The champs allow Nick to step between, Castle handing over the belts. He raises their inner arms high as the champs raise their hardware on the outside.
“Now that you’ve seen little punk-asses can’t do the job,” Mariel shouts, trying to top the roar of the FAWNatics, “Maybe Avery’s mommy can look around for something better!”
Val puts a boot on Christian’s gulping tummy as the tableau fades to black for a video package about Macy Renquist’s slappin’ spectacular run as lightweight champ in her run to tonight’s champ versus champ showcase.
The challengers…THE CALIFORNIA QUAKES
KAT BRADDOCK
AVERY CHRISTIAN
Manager: CHRISSY DANIEL
The FAWN Tag Team Champions…LEGGS, INC.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
Having completely dismantled a team approaching Top Ten all-time status for the second time in a row in what was supposed to be a revenge match for the Gold Standard, the brunette and blonde Amazons complete a final chat before Mariel bends her way through the cables, taking her place on the outside.
Castle calls for the bell, the champs having decided to play into the Quakes unorthodox starter, Avery Christian called upon to begin their challenge for the tag titles.
With eight inches on her busty fireplug of a counterpart, the women nearly equal in mass, and the equivalent reach advantage coming with her lanky height, Valerie pops out some jabs toward the Baby Boss. Christian easily bobs and weaves beneath, Chrissy providing advice from the outside for her charge.
Christian sneaks closer as the women revolve around the ring. Sensing her chance to sneak close and grapple with the impossibly long, lean Stipanovic, Avery charges only to be met with a swinging kick from the side CRASHING into her right ribs. Christian staggers to her left from the force and is decked with a sweeping boot from the opposite side connecting with her left temple.
Daniel runs her fingers through her hair then slaps the canvas as a startled Christian stumbles after reaching vertical, her abbreviated, rubbery legs getting her to a neutral corner before she collapses into it.
“INSIDE! GET INSIDE!” the Imp shouts. She turns to Kat. “I told you these chicks are ten times as lethal as what Shea is now.” Chrissy returns her attention as Val closes the distance. “This is for gold, Aves!”
Avery surely isn’t yet dazed enough not to realize the stakes, but as the leggy Angeleno pivots and raises her left boot sole to Christian’s throat and presses her foe’s head back with the choking placement, she more clearly sensing the difference between a smaller legend who’s seen better days and an Amazon at the height of her power.
From the Quakes’ corner both Braddock and Daniel complain bitterly over the choke. The FAWNatics are less concerned. Leggs, Inc had defeated Portia’s hated crew and in fact forced them to dissolve. Between they’d beaten a team of hated titans that held the label of best ever in The Three. If Valerie wants to stretch the rules with a Bethany’s brat, Orlando’s unwashed aren’t likely to complain.
On the other hand, Nick eventually gets to ‘FOUR’ and Stipanovic relents, pulling the boot free. Val pivots to capture Avery’s noggin in a ¾ facelock with a grip over her right shoulder and flips the Baby Boss to a thumping seat on the canvas with a snap mare. Not surprisingly, Stems follows with a meaty soccer kick to the lower spine, Avery arching in agony from the impact, both Kat and Chrissy grimacing on the sidelines.
Valerie’s not done. She skips past the seated Christian and hits the cables in front of the Cali Quake. Rebounding, Val gobbles up yardage with her long lower limb and leaps into a dropkick to the abundant chest of the challenger, knocking Avery flat to the mat.
Pushing Christian on to her side, Stems drops into a kneel against the right ribs of her foe. She folds Avery’s legs while cupping her opposite arm under and around the chin of the challenger.
Valerie rolls to her back, elevating the curvy Californian above her, knees pushed tight into Avery’s spinal column. Val pushes forward with her powerful limbs while she yanks back on either side with her Bow-and-Arrow submission.
Bow-and-Arrow submission ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8 )
The Baby Boss howls in pain as her backbone is bent in a manner it was never meant. She yelps and twists through a half-dozen seconds before she elbows her way out of immediate trouble, the match too early to be forsaken with so much on the line.
As Valerie unfolds her incredibly protracted stems, Christian barrel rolls her way to the challenger’s side of town, reaching up to tag a seemingly less than thrilled Braddock. The Brat enters cautiously, happy to see Stipanovic laying back at center stage while she makes her way through. But as soon as both boot soles are on the canvas, Valerie’s charging the vertically challenged if power-packed blonde.
With a raised big boot aimed between her dark peepers, Kat dips under the thunderstroke and races to the opposite cables as Val skids to a stop and turns. Rebounding, the Quake sprints toward the towering brunette and leaps into a crossbody splash that staggers Valerie but doesn’t tip her.
After quickly regaining her balance, a smirking Stipanovic carries the squirming Kat within her grasp, across her chest. Dropping to one knee, the genuflecting Valerie takes a turn trying to break the blonde’s back with an over-the-knee version of a breaker.
Pressing down on either side of the curved Quake, one hand under Kat’s chin the other on a thigh, the long limber brunette tries to wrench Braddock’s back out of alignment as she had Kat’s partner moments before.
Over-the-knee backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSHS6QvSezo )
Castle asks if The Brat wants to give in. Chrissy answers for her first but a cursing Braddock agrees with her manager and sometimes partner. Frustrated by the fight, Valerie lifts her hands, lacing them in a double axhandle, then pounding the joined fists into Kat’s Achilles’ Heel her plush, tanned midriff.
Kat’s eyes bulge as her arms race to wrap around her aching tummy while Stems disdainfully shoves the gasping fireplug off her knee, Kat flopping to the canvas and rolling to her back, unfortunately for the challengers, toward the ready and waiting McGinty. Mariel motions to her colleague and Valerie steps atop Kat’s bronzed belly on the way to her teammate, casually high-fiving the lofty blonde.
Apparently feeling no need for a double-team against the slow-starting Quakes, Stems departs as Legs enters, Mariel dipping to collect Kat’s head in a two-handed vide grip, tugging the groaning Braddock to her feet.
Shifting her grip to a wrist, McGinty tosses Kat off with an Irish Whip, the stocky, low-to-the ground blonde barreling to the ropes and returning only to ABSOLUTELY EAT a raised Big Boot, the tip of her chin PLASTERED by the classic connection from the leggy title holder.
Kat buggywhips to the canvas, the back of her skull CRASHING to the thinly-sheathed plywood so hard she bounces up to a dazed seat as McGinty puts on the brakes and reviews the wreckage.
Walking past Braddock’s left shoulder, she shoots a mule kick into the ample bosom of the blonde, flattening The Brat to the canvas. Immediately, the golden-maned Amazon shows her speed, dropping three leg drops within a few seconds of each other, the first across Kat’s bruised belly, the second atop Braddock’s breasts and the third against Kat’s throat, sending The Brat into a set of spasms as her windpipe tries to reopen.
Trio of Leg Drops ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=n086APLS_CI )
Mariel scrambles to cover the Cali Quake, determined to show the young up-n-comers are no more a challenge than the two impressive teams they’ve recently dismantled. She dives across the curvy blonde in a lateral press, hooking Braddock’s far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR-“OOOFFFHH!”
McGinty groaned in irritated surprise when Avery dove in from the Quakes side of town with a single Stomp between the shoulders! Hardly satisfied with one shot, Christian fired off half a dozen more stomps into the blonde’s back and flanks before Mariel was able to scramble to one knee. Juking away from Castle’s questing grasp, Avery lunged forward with a Toe Kick aimed at the side of Mariel’s he--“DAMMIT!”
Frustration for the challenger when McGinty snatched hold of her ankle and got to her feet. “Go ahead, try an Enzugiri, see what it gets you!” Mariel taunted after she’d taken a giant step backward with the brunette’s ankle still in tow. “Bet you won’t like how it turns RRRGGGHH!”
A penitent Braddock drilled a Forearm Smash into the pit of McGinty’s right knee, forcing the blonde to stumble and release her partner in a single stroke. Eyes alight with cruel possibility, Christian snatched her foe in a Front Facelock only to bellow in outraged indignation when Nick hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her toward the Quakes’ corner. “One word and I’ll call for the bell!” the Senior Official barked. “Don’t test me, Avery!”
“Test him all you want, Ave!” Chrissy called to her struggling charge. “He doesn’t have the guts to throw the match out!” The Imp knew this wasn’t entirely true, she just needed the zebra preoccupied while Kat THUMPED a sawed-off Uppercut between Mariel’s thighs!
“LITTLE WITCH!” Val shouted from the champions’ corner. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!”
Braddock blew the Angeleno a snide little smooch, then crooked her hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the blonde’s back hard enough to raise immediate welts. It also shot McGinty up on tiptoe, thus allowing the Brat to grab hold of the towering champion’s right ankle so she could stuff that heel into Mariel’s rump. With Legs reduced to well, Leg, Braddock wrapped her left arm around opposing midsection, then dipped her knees and muscled the hobbled Gamazon skyward just to swing her back down and DRIVE that defenseless shin onto her posted knee! McGinty cried out and lurched into a few fencepost holes but still didn’t go down, indeed she went back to tiptoe when Kat snatched a double handful of waistband and yanked it north by a good six inches!
“BRAT!” Mariel wailed aloud as her hands flew to those distended briefs. She encountered no resistance from Braddock because the blonde had already sprinted past her on a beeline for the ropes. Damned near launching herself out of the strands, Kat dropped a shoulder and launched off her back foot, the Brat putting every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into the Spear she buried in Mariel’s navel!
The force of it blasted McGinty off her feet, the towering blonde landing on the back of her head and shoulders like she’d received a particularly stiff Powerbomb. Chrissy called for a pin, sage advice that Braddock ignored in favor of shoving offa Mariel’s lower back to force her over onto all fours. “You don’t deserve a quick blow-out, beeyotch.” Kat told Legs after she’d reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “You and the other skinny poseur are gonna be reduced to smoldering rubble!”
To that end she dipped down, cinched her arms around McGinty’s midsection and hoisted her ass over teakettle just to sit-out and SPIKE the champ’s noggin into the mat with a brutal Piledriver! Mariel jolted from end to end before slopping onto her back, whereupon Braddock sprawled across her chest and hooked the far leg tight. Eyes locked on Valerie Stipanovic, the Brat brazenly dared Stems to interrupt the count before it reached…
SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
ONE…
TWO…
Val did indeed come through the ropes, though it proved unnecessary because Mariel kicked out half a whisper after ‘TWO!’ Rearing back on her haunches, Kat buried a hand in McGinty’s hair and lifted her head off the mat and slapped her face a few times without taking her eyes from Valerie. “Want some of this, ya big bytch?” she sneered. “Come and get it.”
Stipanovic absolutely did, but she wasn’t about to fall into that trap, not with Castle already headed her way. “Your time is coming, cupcake.” the brunette promised as she returned to Leggs’ corner without a comment from the ref.
“Damn right it is.” Braddock chided. “And a f*ck ton sooner than you think.”
Doubling down on the hair-hold, Kat hauled the leggy blonde to her hands and knees and walked her over to an otherwise empty stretch of strands. “You want to choke me out, skinny?” Braddock hissed as she draped her rival’s throat over the bottom rope. “Let me show you how it’s actually done!”
Mariel didn’t actually need additional schooling in this particular tactic, not that she was in any position to protest the Brat’s lesson plan, which entailed pressing her right foot across the nape of the penitent Gamazon’s neck while grabbing the top rope in both hands. What followed was a session of inelegant bouncing that had McGinty and the FAWNatics (not to mention her partner) red-faced for entirely different reasons. Aware that he’d let the champs push their advantage a little earlier in the contest, Castle made sure to grant Braddock a similar leniency though it didn’t prevent him from barking a count when Kat showed no signs of stopping.
‘FOUR!’ brought an abrupt end to the theatrical strangulation an equally sudden start to a round of trash talking from Braddock to Stipanovic. “C’mon ya big baby, let’s see you actually act like you want to make the tag!” the Brat shouted as she took leave of rasping, retching Pennsylvania native. “What’s it gonna look like if you just sit there while the Quakes tear your lame-ass partner apart?”
“Get a little closer you stumpy little troll.” Stipanovic demanded of the blonde. “We’ll see who gets torn apaNGH!” Kat lunged and landed a quick Toe Kick to the belly, which in turn allowed her to mount the middle rope and grab a double handful of Val’s hair from an almost level playing field! Castle got involved at once, his diligence simultaneously great for Stems and terrible for Legs as it meant there were no eyes on Avery when she dropped down from the Quakes corner and raced along the perimeter just to leap up and THWACK the soles of her boots against the side of Mariel’s skull!
APRON DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i_NcwUUcP0
The Baby Boss’ Drive By knocked McGinty out of the ropes and left Avery on the apron doing her best impression of the silhouette on a mud-flap. Her form was great, though she didn’t hold it for more than a couple heartbeats before she hopped off the perch and strolled back to the challengers’ corner.
Only allowing Nick to ‘pull her off’ after she’d heard the jeers from the crowd, Kat squirmed free of the ref’s grasp and offered Stipanovic a raised middle finger before she returned her attention to Mariel. “Shyt, your cardio suuuuuuuuuuucks.” Braddock teased as she hauled the big blonde into a rough Side Headlock. “How’d you ever get to be champs? Actually, I don’t care how you got here. I only care how you leave.”
To that end she marched over to Christian and made a point of CLAPPING her partner into the match. From there Kat bounced Mariel’s forehead against the top buckle a few times, then relinquished the Headlock so she could lean forward and hook an arm across McGinty’s waist. A rumble of surprise from those assembled when the Brat muscled her opponent up under that arm like she was little more than a sack of laundry! Chrissy didn’t look surprised though, she looked pleased, then downright giddy when Avery slipped through the ropes and caught Mariel’s head in an Inverted Facelock. “Put her down!” the Imp called to her protégés. “Crush her into the mat!” The Quakes obliged with a smirk, Kat dropping to her butt and Avery to her tummy to THAWHAM McGinty into the deck with a combination Sidewalk Slam and Reverse DDT!
SIDEWALK SLAM & REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZvrMmvbeKI
Braddock stretched out and rolled under the bottom at rope to guarantee a prompt count when Christian swiveled into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
This time it’s Stems spoiling a possible victory party, landing a boot between the shoulderblades of the Baby Boss, Christian arching in pain, the pin broken. As Castle guides a fuming Stipanovic back to her corner, Avery latches onto McGinty’s right ankle and lifts the long lean limb as she rises. She holds the ankle overhead and THWUMPS Mariel’s knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the Gamazon yelping and pulling the leg in close, protecting her weapon.
As the lanky blonde rolls to a seated position, Indian-style, face etched in pain, the busty brunette leaps above the folded legs, landing atop them, pushing the knees flat to the canvas in opposite directions and stretching the groin muscles of the aching champion.
As Mariel’s hands shoot to where her bread-and-butter joins her torso, Avery, seated in her lap, abbreviated legs bracketing McGinty’s ribs, clamps down in a scissors. She leans forward, reaching her arms around the back of Mariel’s noggin and leaning her target back.
“You better not even thUMPPPPH”
The Gamazon’s complaint is cut off as Avery pulls the blonde’s nose and lips into her cavernous cleavage, securing a front sleeper grip that only adds to the lethality of the breast smother.
Mariel squirms frantically, but with her gams partially pinned beneath the backside of the brunette, Mariel’s having difficulty ejecting the Baby Boss from her seat.
”MPPPPHHHNPPPH” McGinty grunts from under her fleshy face mask.
“I’ll tell him,” Christian offers, turning to Nick. “The giraffe says she can’t breathe and wants to give up.”
Mariel’s baby blues dart wildly.
“NMMMPHUHHHDONMPPPH”
Castle seems unsure but is reasonably convinced it’s a denial. He waves the match on, which seems like a prescient choice when McGinty lifts both arms and slaps them together behind Avery’s skull, Mariel ringing the legacy’s ears something awful. A cursing Christian rolls off McGinty’s lap, hops to her feet, and muffs her scalded ears.
Rubbing them, she sneers at the blonde, charging her foe as McGinty unfolds her lower limbs to their full length then STUFFS both into Avery’s bountiful chest when she moves close and dips to collect the titleholder.
Swaddling her bosom with one arm, a stumbling Avery reaches the Quakes’ corner, tagging in Braddock. The Nasty from Newport Beach strides to her target in much the same fashion as her partner but when Mariel shoots her impossibly long stems out this time, Kat is ready with the catch. The Brat spreads them as wide as she’s able then drops forward, PLANTING a headbutt directly between.
Mariel howls in pain, hands rushing to push Kat’s noggin out of her sweetspot.
On the sidelines, Valerie’s beside herself with the extended offense the challengers are mounting, the youngsters apparently too stupid to know they’re meant to be roadkill for the champs.
With the Killer Imp cheering her on, Kat slinks up Mariel’s long frame, moving to a forward-facing, kneeling straddle of the blonde’s midriff. Leaning forward, Kat unleashes with a series of windmill slaps to McGinty’s modest rack, lighting up the Gamazon with the stinging attacks until Mariel’s gets her palms to Kat’s shoulders and heaves her back, Braddock sprawling between the long gams of her foe.
McGinty snaps the limbs shut around The Brat’s plush, tanned tummy, pressing them into belly and backbone, Braddock wincing and wheezing as she tries to break free.
“You’re dead now, ya little troll,” the Angeleno shouts from her corner. “Mare’s gonna snap you down the middle.”
But quite the opposite, as a straining Kat indeed pries her way loose, the aftereffects of the crotch shot keeping McGinty from clamping the vise tight. Gasping as she fully breaks loose, a flustered Kat stomps a mudhole out Legs’ chest, payback for trying to turn the tide in the champs’ direction.
Having recovered her composure, The Brat pulls Mariel to her feet and shoves her into a back-first, crashing collision with a neutral corner, a weathered McGinty slumping into the buckles as Braddock jogs to the opposite post. Turning, the converted beach fighter barrels across the canvas and leaps into a twisting hip smash to Mariel’s chest that takes the remaining starch out of the flagging champion, McGinty dropping to her derriere, legs extended.
Grasping Mariel’s flaxen mop, Kat decides to have a little fun at the champion’s expense, delivering some Bratty Butt Bumpers to the face of the vulnerable Incorporated blonde, Kat WHUMPING one, two then, with a hip swiveling flair, three into her foe’s mug.
Bratty Butt Bumpers ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMaqsJS_9eg )
Clearly pleased with herself, smirking and waving at a distraught Val, the Quake saunters to the opposite buckles and stampedes her vertically-challenged frame across the canvas, leaping into a meteora THAT COMES UP EMPTY.
Mariel, having flung herself out of the drop zone, begins to crawl her way to a frantic Stipanovic. Meanwhile, a grimacing Brat rises and limps her way toward the waiting palm of the Baby Boss. Each blonde gingerly closes the gap to her partner and slap hands with their dark-haired teammate simultaneously.
Valerie and Avery enter together and charge the other, Stems nearly removing Christian’s head from her shoulders with an ungodly Big Boot to the chin. Still inside the squared circle, Kat rushes from Valerie’s blindside only to meet a vicious side kick that delves deep into her spongy midriff, doubling The Brat over with a guttural groan.
“You didn’t think I’d know your sleazy ass would be coming?” Val asks the breathless blonde.
Reaching down, Stems collects Avery with a handful of ebony locks and tugs the wobbling challenger to her feet. The LA Woman, apparently interested in reclaiming California for her own, sinks her opposite set of nails into Kat’s golden tresses. She pulls the Cali Quakes to face each other, draws their heads back, the eyes of both challengers growing wide and…
WHAM!
Val introduces the Kat and Avery in a forehead-to-forehead tremblor that spins Kat in a 180 and sends her toppling to the canvas before rolling out to the floor. The legal Avery isn’t as lucky, drunkenly stumbling in a wide arc, leading back to the waiting Stipanovic who GUTS the Baby Boss with a toe kick that nearly skewers Christian completely.
With Avery bent at the waist, Val turns, hits the ropes and returns, leaping toward the dazed brunette, pressing a knee to the side of Avery’s face then laying out, delivering a concussive single-knee facebreaker, levelling the battered Baby Boss.
Single-knee facebreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgWuK7wEp34 )
An adrenaline-filled Valerie dives atop her foe in a full body pin, the lengthy frame of Stems dwarfing the compact curves of Christian for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
To her credit, Bethany’s progeny slips a shoulder up with Castle’s palm only a few inches off the canvas. He leaps to his feet, holding two fingers aloft.
Back in place in the champs’ corner, a recovering Mariel has enough energy to bark at the official and Stems adds a disappointed sneer. However, she quickly gets back to business, dropping next to the shellshocked, busty brunette.
Taking a seat at Avery’s feet, Val leans forward and grabs Christian’s wrists. She slips her boot soles to the inside of the Boss Baby’s ankles then pulls Avery toward her while beginning to stretch out the much more abbreviated lower limbs of the challenger, quickly pushing them into a set of splits that has Avery’s mewling in pain, biting her lower lip from the anguish-inducing wishbone submission.
Castle dropped to one knee to check on Avery, but he didn’t even get the question out of his mouth before all three Quakes rebuked him with various takes on ‘Get the hell outta here!’ The tandem denial didn’t seem to bother Stipanovic in the slightest, indeed Stems flashed a wide smile and leeeeeaaaaaaaaned back to put that much more pressure on the Wishbone. “You sure you don’t wanna give up, mama’s girl?” the Angeleno teased. “Because I’m just about done with Easy Mode.”
“SCREW YOU!” Avery wriggled and pulled, but couldn’t free her wrists from the champion’s grip. “You scarecrows aren’t gonna survive the QuakeSHEY!”
Valerie brought her foe’s hands together and switched her grip so she was controlling Christian’s wrists with her right hand. Remembering the shabby treatment Mariel had endured when Kat was running her mouth, Stems curled her free hand into a paddle and proceeded to paintbrush the smaller brunette’s face with at least a dozen slaps before she switched over to a massive double handful of hair! “You seen these legs, stubby?” Stipanovic murmured once she’d forced Avery to meet her gaze. “We’re gonna be just fine through all your little shivers and jolts. But you two? You’re gonna end up kissing the mat!”
‘Mat’ was still on her lips when Valerie THUMPED Christian’s forehead into the deck and scrubbed her face back ‘n forth until Nick reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “What’s wrong, didn’t like the taste?” Stipanovic smirked as she peeled the sputtering challenger off the mat. “I didn’t know you’d be so picky, but maybe I’ve got something that can cleanse your palette.”
“Whuu… why don’t you shut the hell up?” the Baby Boss groaned. “That’d be a good staRGH!”
Stems caught hold of a wrist, jerked Avery in close and drove a Kneelift into her tummy. This was followed by a short, rough Shoulderblock and a textbook Irish Whip that sent Christian rushing into an empty corner where she BWUNGED spine-first into the turnbuckles. Strolling to the opposite corner, Valerie ran to the champ’s side of town and ‘clapped’ Mariel into the match without breaking stride as she continued along the ropes before THWHACKING a massive Big Boot into Avery’s face!
CORNER BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCtxiYSXLkw
Stipanovic wanted to linger, just letting the smaller wrestler feel the heavy press of her leg as long as she wanted, but she pulled clear and dipped through the ropes so Mariel had a clear shot when she rushed in and leapt up, both boots landing flush on Christian’s thighs. Lacing her fingers behind the Quake’s noggin, McGinty crunched up and rolled backward, then pumped her legs out full length to fling Avery out of the corner with a Monkey Flip that PLANTED the white-clad battler flat on her face in the middle of the squared circle!
LEGGY MONKEY FLIP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiFpAjIkDRQ
Christian groaned and rolled onto her back, both hands shooting to her face presumably to check for a broken no--“OOOFFFFHH!” Legs dropped butt-first onto the pit of Avery’s stomach, McGinty digging her knees into the shorter woman’s flanks while simultaneously pressing her shoulders to the canvas to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kat barreled into the big blonde, knocking her away from the cover with half a second to spare! “C’mon string bean!” Braddock demanded of Stems as the champ scrambled to one knee. “I’m getting bored waiting to kick your ass agNNGGGHHH!” Not about to let the Quakes turn the tide on another distraction, Val vaulted over the ropes and damned near took Kat’s head off with a gorgeous Spinning Heel Kick!
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpkO2XNr-AY
“Goddamn Castle, what sort of circus are you running here!?” Chrissy bellowed from the outside. “Get those putzes under control!”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Stipanovic told the Imp after she’d stood Braddock up on rubbery legs. “How about you take this trash to the curb!” Hooking Kat at trunks and tresses, the L.A. Woman rushed the ropes and hurled Kat over the top in an involuntary Plancha that wiped out the sneering, incredulous Daniel!
Stipanovic had only started to brush the invisible dust off her hands when Nick hurried over and tapped her on the shoulder. “To your corner, Val. Go on now.”
The towering brunette answered with a wink, then raised her hands to shoulder level presumably to proclaim her innocence only to fluff her hair as she headed to the Leggs Inc. corner.
Returning our focus to the legal halves of this contest, Mariel McGinty rose a few heartbeats ahead of Avery and used the lead to snatch a double handful of hair, which in turn allowed her to piston about half a dozen Kneelifts into the challenger’s chest and tummy. The hair-hold gave way to a Wristlock to ensure Legs had the proper tether when she stepped back and slung Christian at the ro--NO! Mariel yanked her back the way she’d came, the Arkansas native welcoming Ave home with a Gutwrench that she spun through two-hundred and seventy spine-crunching degrees to THUNK Baby Boss atop her posted knee courtesy of a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Content to pull her knee out from the quivering Quake (rather than waste energy pushing her off) McGinty bundled Avery’s stems, then pointed her butt at the rafters in a Back Press that lasted through…
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-h-5BBj9rE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
No save from Cat or Chrissy, just a show of second generation grit from Christian when she kicked out with a heartbeat to spare. Irritation flashed across Mariel’s face, though it gave way for a wide smile when she realized the Quakes’ corner was empty and Valerie was waiting with an outstretched hand. A single fistful of hair was enough to get Avery to boot-leather, meaning McGinty had a hand free for a two-Gamazon finger snap instead of the traditional tag.
The champs each helped themselves to a wrist once Stipanovic slipped through the ropes. With Christian the Younger thoroughly under their control, the Incorporated duo strolled to the center of the ring and stretched her arms out in a wide ‘T’. “We know what you’re thinking. A shrimp like you would do ANYTHING to see the world from our point of view, even for a minute!” Mariel teased as she clamped her free hand to the underside of Avery’s right bicep.
“And we can sympathize!” Val agreed as she did mirrored the grip on Christian’s left bicep. “Problem is, the air up here is rarified, which means sawed-off little twerps could come down with a bad case of Altitude Sickness!”
McGinty winked at Stipanovic. “And we do mean, come DOWN!”
Just like that they dipped their knees and muscled Baby Boss up into the Vast, Avery’s legs swinging up to waist level in the instant before Leggs Inc. simply let go and stepped away! There was an ‘oooooohhh!’ from the crowd followed by the THA-WHAM! of body on canvas as Christian returned to terra firma with ring-shivering force!
ALTITUDE SICKNESS @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4cW1eIsgjY
Valerie dropped down atop Avery for a Crossbody while Mariel turned her attention to the outside, the lithesome blonde honing in on a recently risen Chrissy Daniel while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
In her zeal to finish the match, McGinty had forgotten they were battling Avery and Kat, not Avery and Chrissy, thus ensuring she never saw a thing when the Brat came off the top rope behind her with a Missile Dropkick that SLAMMED between her shoulders! And in a brilliant show of two for one tactics, Braddock’s descent dropped her full force across Stipanovic’s back in a Senton that broke the count at the last possible second!
“GET HER TO THE CORNER!” Chrissy shrieked to Kat, who was suddenly the only woman standing. “GET HER TO THE CORNER AND MAKE THE GODDAMNED TAG, KAT!”
Braddock paid her no mind because she was already doing it, the Next Gen Beach Cat shoveling Val off the ruin of her partner so she could grab hold of Christian’s wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaag her toward the challenger’s corner.
It isn’t the most pleasant trip for Avery, her partner yanking her along the abrasive canvas to the relative safety of the Quakes’ corner. The Brat leans her dark-haired counterpart against the buckles. She slips between the bottom and middle ropes only to immediately reach an arm through and tap the dazed Christian’s shoulder. Hustling in, she straightens to her full 62 inches and charges a rising McGinty.
Kat grabs the string-bean before Mariel can get to verticality, shoving her upper half between the cables. Thumping a pointed knee between Legs’ taut cheeks, the champ tumbles through the strands, ending on the apron. She doesn’t remain there long. For as Braddock turns her attention to the legal titleholder, Chrissy snatches Mariel off the canvas, pulling her to a stance on the arena floor.
Spinning McGinty to face the steel barricade between the combatants and their fans, the Killer Imp shows she’s lost precious little of her strength and conviction, Irish Whipping Mariel to the metal only a few steps away. The Gamazon barely turns back-first into the steel, her lower vertebrae dissected by the iron. Mariel grimaces in anguish as she slides to a seat on the thinly-padded cement.
Inside, a snarling Kat sidles in from Stems’ six, wrapping her arms around the slender midriff of the Angeleno, securing a waistlock. As Stipanovic reaches her hands to break the binding, The Brat raises her foe. It’s hardly a launch to the stratosphere, but it’s enough to slip a knee beneath her opponent and when Braddock genuflects, she DRIVES Valerie’s crotch onto the plank of her upper leg with an Atomic Drop.
The blast sends Val hopping off the infiltrating limb, Valerie’s hands rushing to her tailbone when her boot soles touch canvas. Stipanovic waddles in a semi-circle to put the blonde barracuda in front of her.
Sensing an opportunity as golden as the state in which she resides, Kat grasps a wrist and shoulder and heaves the long, lean brunette toward the far corner. Stems CRASHES into a spinal collision, turning to take the impact astern. Immediately Kat charges, her diminutive, curvy frame in muscular motion. She flies at a cringing champ, throwing her form into her Beachy Crossbody attack.
Beachy Crossbody ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8 )
Slamming perpendicular across the long expanse of Val’s tummy, Braddock follows her momentum through the ropes to the Angeleno’s left. Kat hops to the bottom rope and uses the added height to wrap an arm around the throat of her foe. She drops off the rubber-coated steel to violently draw Valerie’s head and neck with her, Stems bent and gasping, her face turning rosy as her dark eyes bulge, the lack of oxygen causing a panic only Castle’s count of ‘FOUR’ brings to an end.
With Chrissy making a mudhole worthy of a future Hall of Famer out of Mariel, Braddock reenters to the sounds of raspy intakes of air from the redfaced Val. Kat shoves an emerging Stipanovic back into the Quakes’ corner where a recovered Christian grabs the wrists of the tag titleholder and loops them over the top cables, then beneath the middle versions.
She hands the captured limbs back to The Brat. The flaxen-haired Golden State grappler collects them and pulls her foe’s arms toward her while lifting her muscular gam. There’s no reaching anywhere near the vicinity to reinitiate a choke. Instead, Kat goes full Brat Attack, perpetrating something far worse. Slamming her boot sole into the crotch of the lanky combatant, Braddock grinds it viciously while pulling Val’s upper half toward her.
A flinching Castle forgets to start his count for several agonizing seconds before he recovers his wits and stops the assault at ‘FOUR’. A returning Chrissy complains about Nick’s strict adherence but with a wide grin in place, Kat commanding the ring with a maneuver making her worth consideration as the Imp’s legacy.
After releasing, a glistening Kat reaches a hand to the Baby Boss who greedily slaps her way into the match, joining her golden-maned counterpart, both moving Valerie halfway down the length of the ropes.
Kat catches Stipanovic around the waist from behind once more. With Avery lurking, she lifts Valerie’s lower half enough for the Baby Boss to catch the lower limbs from beneath. The Quakes vault the brunette extended between them higher, reaching their shoulders to execute a face slamming conclusion.
Tag Team Face Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLl8IHbztdg ) 3:15
But before they can send Stems careening to the collision, the champion shifts the control at both ends. She breaks her legs free from Christian long enough to collapse her calves around either side of Avery’s neck. Above, her left arm tightens in a side headlock of The Brat.
When Valerie barrel rolls to the canvas, it’s under her own command. Below, Val sends Christian halfway across the ring with a twisting headscissors launch, the busty brunette’s brain matter scrambled after impact, Aves trying to regain her bearings as she rises but flops into a corner. Above, Kat’s delivered to the canvas with a modified twisting takedown, the Angeleno turning the double-team on its head. Kat CRASHES to the canvas from the toss, the curvy blonde arching in pain, hand reaching for the base of her backbone.
On the sidelines, Daniel can hardly believe her eyes.
“You idiots,” she wails, leaping to the apron. “How could you whaa…”
Chrissy’s rant is interrupted. From behind and below a pained but persistent Mariel slips her head between the thighs of the three-time World Champion, her arms wrapping around the limbs just below the knees.
McGinty easily lifts the Quakes’ player/manager off the apron and delivers her to the arena concrete with an Electric Chair Drop that sends a burst of pain through Legs’ tailbone when she sits out but dispenses so much more to the Imp, Chrissy landing on her face and chest.
Electric Chair Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTsvHniMP0w )
McGinty tosses the sad excuses for lower limbs out of her lap disdainfully, glancing to the mat above and watching as her partner turns the Cali girls double-team into a double doink.
With both Quakes in the squared circle, Mariel feels no compunction to remain outside. She climbs to her feet and rolls under the bottom, popping to her feet as her long-limbed compatriot does the same. The Gamazon casts a glance to her partner who in turn nods at the Boss Baby leaning into the buckles, Avery shaking her attic clear of webs.
Instantly, McGinty is covering distance with her long strides, not toward Christian, but an ambling, shellshocked Brat. Kat wobbles toward Valerie, unaware of Mariel’s approach. McGinty keeps the adrenaline down so as not to float over the vertically-challenged Braddock when springing toward her. She manages, reaching the perfect height to CRASH her right leg into the Quake’s chin then riding Kat the short trip to the canvas to drop her infamous lower limb across the throat of The Brat for a devastating Gam Changer.
Gam Changer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtTt5WpCmIQ ) 00:27
The impact draws a sympathy groan from the sellout crowd as Kat joins Chrissy as cross-generational Imps sleeping off spectacular blows from the Gamazon.
Not wanting to be left behind by her partner, a glistening Valerie charges the dazed Avery, gobbling up yardage with her long lean ones before raising the right at liftoff and snapping Christian’s head back in horrific fashion with a perfectly placed knee. Somehow the head of the Baby Boss remains attached. Avery staggers out of the buckles, zombie-like, head drooping, arms limp at her sides. She gets a few steps before Stems closes the gap from her left. Leaping, Val slips her long lower limb over the back of Christian’s neck, laying out and SPIKING Avery’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Famelegger.
Famelegger ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqH5RD03OdU ) 00:36
From above the waylaid Braddock, a risen Mariel watches with glee. The beatdown was late in arriving but the end of the long and somewhat painful road is reached. The Gamazon holds up a full set of five fingers on her right hand with three more digits on her left and a smirking Stipanovic shrugs ‘why not’.
She shovels the semiconscious Baby Boss to her back with a boot then collects the brunette’s left leg, raising it and stepping around. Twisting in a 360, she collects the opposite number, crossing Avery’s abbreviated legs in a familiar figure of four.
As Christian squeals back to life, Valerie, predatory grin in place, locks it and immediately begins to bridge. Exponentially increasing the pressure, the champ dares Bethany’s spawn to hold on for as long as she’s able against the leg-snapping force of her Legsecutioner.
Legsecutioner ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgP54haf5hU ) 00:43
A sobbing, writhing Christian rocks from shoulder to shoulder, pulling at her own ebony locks to spread the pain, but there’s no escape and no use and she passionately taps first the canvas then Valerie’s left leg, pleading for release after a half-dozen seconds.
Castle hops to his feet and signals for the bell, which comes close behind.
Val drops out of her bridge but remains in the four-spot as Mariel kicks a softly stirring Kat under the bottom rope to the floor.
“Your winners and STILL Tag Team Champions…Leggs, Inc.!” comes the call.
The announcement breaks Stipanovic’s malice as she unlocks her limbs from Avery’s, the wailing Christian curling into a fetal ball as Stems pushes to her feet and is surrounded in a hug by McGinty.
The champs allow Nick to step between, Castle handing over the belts. He raises their inner arms high as the champs raise their hardware on the outside.
“Now that you’ve seen little punk-asses can’t do the job,” Mariel shouts, trying to top the roar of the FAWNatics, “Maybe Avery’s mommy can look around for something better!”
Val puts a boot on Christian’s gulping tummy as the tableau fades to black for a video package about Macy Renquist’s slappin’ spectacular run as lightweight champ in her run to tonight’s champ versus champ showcase.