Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:06:22 GMT
The flaxen-haired member of the tag titlists waited impatiently backstage, ready to step into the singles’ world once more, unfortunately against an underwhelming foe. Mariel stood alone, Valerie Stipanovic given the night off by Bethany, not that she’s needed to cover McGinty’s back tonight.
Instead of a title defense, Christian took the opportunity to feed some filler to the de facto leader of Leggs, Inc, a team making mincemeat of all recent challengers. March to War had effectively become a time out so the commissioner had an extra month to postulate who could hang with the champs at Spring Break.
As a bone to draw the little puppy named Lily Burlingame into the ring with the Gamazon, if the munchkin could play David to Mariel’s Goliath, her Cosmic Noir would get the next shot, the shortest of long shots.
With McGinty at the ready, the Tron blinked from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers. FAWN’s nearly six-foot Amazonian ideal moved to center stage, showing off her undeniable weaponry and a gaudy gold and leather belt across her long, lean midriff.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY
With all attention captured, Mariel set foot down the ramp, her long strides gobbling up space. The blonde bounced between each side of the aisle, happy to interact with the adoring fans, safe in the knowledge of the small fry she’d be burning tonight.
As she reached the ring’s edge, the mob chants for the owner of the undeniable appendages and she employed them to ascend the ring steps.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the champ. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
With no complementary set of stems to inspect, Mariel slipped through the cables in heart-stopping stages, the blonde beaming like the venerable queen of the mountain. Reaching the middle of the squared circle, the Gamazon unstrapped the leather and raised her belt high.
The Ring Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is one half of the current FAWN Tag Team Champions, this is MARIEL… ‘LEGS’ …MCGINTY!”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing beauty with an ovation that only slowed when Mariel called for a microphone. Once in possession thereof, the blonde brought it to her lips.
“While Bethy searched far and wide for a team that can measures up, I thought it might be fun to face a woman who simply can’t. But hey, everyone loves an underdog, so come on out and wag your little tail, Lily.”
McGinty handed the stick to Al Carpenter, a smattering of boos filling the bowl to Mariel’s noticeable displeasure.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tct2aaR6Kq0
Legs didn‘t have to wait long thanks to the prompt response of the Announcer. “And her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Interstellar Angel, the Star Strider…LILY BURLINGAME!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle the Gamazon wore a midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Turning her attention to the big blonde, Lily made a show of glancing up and down to accentuate the artificial height disparity.
“Weird!” she called to Mariel over the roar of those assembled. “I thought you’d be taller!”
Flying from her perch on another wave of cheers, the Maroon Meteor ‘thumped’ down in the middle of the ring, then offered a salute to the crowd before she backed into her corner so Al could complete his final inspection.
Blonde and brunette started forward at the CLANG! and reached the center of the squared circle within heartbeats of one another even though Mariel did it in significantly fewer ste-- McGinty planted on her left foot and lashed out with the right in a simple Push Kick aimed at Burlingame’s sterNO! Lily saw it coming and threw herself backward, the former Lightweight Champion landing on the back of her head and shoulders just to spring to verticality with a perfect Kip Up!
Whipping ‘round on her heel following the errant kick, Mariel drew her right hand up to her left shoulder and lashed out with a Knife-Edge Chop to Burlingame’s decolle--“DAMN IT!” McGinty barked her irritation when the Crimson Comet tumbled through an effortless forward roll to once again claim the blonde’s six. Mariel didn’t bother to turn this time, she simply pivoted on her left foot and fired a Back Kick into Lily’s-- Burlingame caught McGinty’s ankle in both hands, then ceded a few steps to stretch her foe’s right leg out full length.
The arrangement was more awkward than it was painful, as evidenced by the irritation in Mariel’s voice as she balanced on her right foot. “Dodge as many as you can, half-pint. All I need is one and you’re flat on your face kissing the deWHOAANNGHH!”
The Star Strider went up on tiptoe and hurled McGinty’s trapped forward so it whipped up in an involuntary high kick. In the next instant Burlingame hopped up and THWHAPPED a Low Dropkick into the back of Mariel’s left thigh! With those vaunted pins swept out from underneath, McGinty landed flat on her butt, the Slippery Rock native wincing in pain at the jolt to her tailbone. Hands flying to her compacted cheeks, Legs registered the cheer of the crowd and the patter of approaching boots at the same time, which meant it was far too late for her to dodge the Basement Knee Strike Lily DROVE into her chest!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1DrAbPnkS0
Mariel went down flat but Lily didn’t even get to contemplate a cover because the Tag Champ immediately rolled to her tummy and rose to all four-- “SSNNNNGGGHH!”
Undeterred by the big blonde’s resilience, Burlingame hightailed it to the nearest corner and came back twice as fast to THWUNK her right knee into the side of McGinty’s noggin! The Shining Wizard knocked Mariel onto her back and Lily pounced at once, the little brunette planting every bit of her hundred and ten pounds on her foe’s fluttering chest! Catching a Half Matchbook even as she settled into her seat, Burlingame leaned back for an astoundingly abrupt…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX0RQd0Shaw
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the Gamazonian blonde getting both hands on Lily’s rump to eject her with the appropriate force. “Nuuuhh… not bad, short stuff.” McGinty grunted once she’d returned to all fours. “Too bad ‘not bad’ isn’t enough to get you back to the Tag tiOOFFFHH!”
Lily rushed in from the left and booted Mariel in the ribs, a blow designed to get the champ’s forehead on the canvas and her arms strapped over her midsection. “At least have the courtesy to look me in the eye if you’re gonna talk trash, big girl.” Burlingame snapped at McGinty after she’d laid claim to the blonde’s left wrist. Rather than wait for an answer she stepped back and slowly twisssssssssssted the captured limb in two wide circl--“OOFFFHH!”
Mariel got to her knees, tugged the Lightweight in close and pumped a right hand into the pit of her stomach. “You’d need a step ladder for me to look you in the eye, cutie.” the pink-clad blonde muttered in the wake of that heavy shot. Lily didn’t let go of her wrist, so McGinty punched her tummy again, then got to her fee--“RRRRGGGGHHH!” Burlingame spun through the third Arm Wringer at warp speed and dropped to her knees, all the better to bring Mariel down full force on her left shoulder!
SNAP ARM WRINGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z70t-qO2MSc
“Why bother carrying around a stepladder?” Lily asked McGinty as she wrenched the blonde’s left arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “It’s much easier to cut you down to size!” McGinty snarled, put her free hand to the mat and pushed her upper body off the canvas only to ‘OOFFHH!’ when Burlingame put a knee in the small of her back and forced her back to the deck. “Those legs don’t mean so much on the mat, do they Mar?” Lily chirped.
“I think you’ll change your tune when they’re clamped around your waist, cupcakeERRH!”
Burlingame boosted herself into a quick handstand, then swung back down, the former Lightweight Champion administering her right knee to the blonde’s sinewy bicep. “Gonna have to get ‘em there first, babe.” Lily began to grind her knee back ‘n forth while also cranking on McGinty’s wrist. “Right now you can’t even get off the--”
“Just because you can talk like Sue doesn’t MAKE you Sue, midget.” Legs snapped. “So why don’t you save the trash talk for whatever cut-rate Hooters’ waitresses you beat to get NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily freed one hand from the Hammerlock, cupped it across Mariel’s chin and wrenched backward while still bearing down with her knee. “Watch your mouth, beanpole.” the Maroon Meteor warned. “Or I might just have to wash it out with canWHOAH!”
McGinty planted her right hand and pushed up while also sliding her right knee up under her tummy. Doing so didn’t relieve the pressure on Lily’s hooks, but with the additional leverage it was only a matter of seconds before the big blonde was back to her--SMECK! Burlingame hopped up and wrapped her own stems around Mariel’s waist! After that she adjusted the Hammerlock, neatly slipping her left arm up through the triangle created by McGinty’s forearm and bicep so she could knot her hands tight against the Tag Champ’s cheek.
“You doing ok, Mariel?” Al asked a few seconds into the Crossface Chickenwing.
“Hrrrhhh… better than ok, Al. I’m doing fine. Why do you ask?”
“Well the angle of your left arm is pretty--”
“Oh, this?” Mariel reached around with her right hand and SLAPPED Lily’s shoulder. “This is nothing. Kinda like when I let my niece put me in London’s Bridge, except that was actually a little uncomfort--”
Burlingame yoked up on Mariel’s left arm, the bolt of pain in her shoulder enough to shut the blonde’s mouth with an audible ‘clack!’ Dark eyes alight with anger, Lily put her lips to Mariel’s ear and growled, “Pretty goddamned disrespectful for someone who spent most of her career playing bridesma--”
McGinty broke into a flat-out sprint, the former volleyball standout covering the distance between herself and the corner in less than half a dozen strides. The speed of her approach assured that Lily had no more than a couple heartbeats to brace for impact and it wasn’t nearly enough to stifle a groan when Mariel whipped around and BWUUUNGED her against the buckles. The Chickenwing loosened to almost nothing, so McGinty reached back with her free hand, grabbed a whole lotta hair and flung the youngest Burlingame sister over her shoulder with a gorgeous SnapNOOOO!
Lily caught hold of Mariel’s wrist as she passed overhead and laid out on her side to send the big blonde skidding out into the center of the ring with an improvised Arm Drag! Taking deep breaths to steady herself out after that heavy corner collision, the Crimson Comet got to her feet and hurried over to Mariel, who was sprawled out with her left arm drawn snug across her torso. Swatting it out of the way for better access to her opponent’s tummy, Lily turned around and dipped into a deep crouch that exploded into a gorgeous back-flip, the svelte little brunette stretching out taut as a bowstring for--“HUUUUFFFFFFFGGGHH!”
McGinty drew her knees to her chest, then pistoned a Mule Kick into Lily’s midriff that sent her shooting to and ultimately through the ropes, the FAWNatics groaning in shared distress as the Star Strider landed in a crater on the outside.
A grimacing McGinty shook out her aching wing and pushed to her feet, stretching out to nearly six feet of Gamazonian blonde. She moved to the ropes and leaned over, gazing down at a rising Lily.
“Sorry, little girl. Didn’t mean to be ungrateful to you for giving me a month off from the Tag Title defense grind.”
Burlingame’s features turned sour, her face scrunching as she rose.
“Pretty brilliant of Sue to throw her weight around,” Mariel continued. “Get you a puncher’s chance to secure a shot at our belts next month. Thing is, you can’t punch above your weight.”
Legs stepped back several strides and motioned Lily up and in.
The artist formerly known as Cherry Bomb hopped to the apron, grabbed the top rope with both hands and flung herself into the squared circle with room to spare. She ducked under a charging Mariel, avoiding a Big Boot by millimeters. Immediately off in a sprint to the opposite cables, the youngest of the Burlingame girls rebounded at warp speed.
The brunette leapt as she approached her foe, spinning in a one eighty so her legs scissored around the waist of the towering blonde, Lily’s features pointed toward the mat. Mariel’s arms wrap around the waist of the Roseate Rocket, hauling her high for what looks like a Sit-Out Faceslam. But Lily knew her way around. She used the momentum of McGinty’s heave upward to break free from Mariel’s grip, instantly wrapped her arms around the blonde’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and use gravity to sit out and STUN the holy heck out of the tag titlist.
CASADORA STUNNER @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwoPTqezIso
Mariel whiplashed away from the body-rocking impact, her boot leather getting air as a result. McGinty landing on her back. The blue-eyed blonde stared blankly at the rafters as the little engine that might scrambled to another pin, this one a tight Lateral Press. The hooking of Mariel’s incredibly long, lean leg wasn’t easy so Burlingame went for the near one, pulling McGinty into a single-leg Cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The champ shoved Lily off emphatically, shooting Burlingame all the way to her feet. The diminutive brunette was instantly back on her horse as Mariel struggled to push to her knees, shaking some cobwebs out of the attic. After the U-turn out of the cables, Lily leapt, her much shorter lower limbs, sending her flipping around her target, emerging on the other side and PLANTING the penitent McGinty with a Tilt-a-Whirl Faceplant.
TILT-A-WHIRL FACEPLANT @ 0:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cfc2aw6EwI4
The dazzled and dazed McGinty absently flopped to her back, eyes spinning like a slot machine as Burlingame reclined across the sprawled Gamazon for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
Mariel again shoved the featherweight off, if less convincingly this time. The increasingly drained blonde seemed lost amongst the tempest, even if it was teapot-sized. Mariel decided a time out was in order. She rolled out under the bottom rope, hoping to find safe haven from the tornado bouncing around the ring.
Cursing under her breath at the whirling dervish, Mariel seemed to not realize that Lily had joined her outside the ropes, if still upon the apron. Measuring her target, the tiny, dark-haired missile took to the skies off her canvas-covered runaway, diving and flipping into a Somersault Senton that left McGinty a long-limbed wreck beneath her.
DIVING SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqbvYa3JGiU
As a grinning Lily sat atop the dazed Mariel’s chest, unable to pick up a pinning predicament on the outside, she reveled in the FAWNatics’ chant of ‘NEXT…CHAMP!’ Lily rose and led them for a few more rounds, knowing a win tonight would only be a prelude to the real opportunity next month.
Realizing that prospect lay in the ring, the bite-sized Burlingame wrapped her hands around Mariel’s braincase and hauled the Incorporated blonde to her feet, keeping her stooped to retain control. She ran the near six-footer to the ring’s edge, presumably to try and heave McGinty in, but Mariel got her big right foot up on the edge of the apron, using it as a brake.
The blonde knocked Lily’s arms away and Mariel’s palms found their way around the throat of the petite projectile. Lifting a bug-eyed Lily in front of her like a sacrifice to be tossed into a volcano, McGinty instead heaves her foe between the lower and middle strands, Burlingame landing with an unceremonious thunk, mostly unhurt from the landing but still thunderstruck at how she’d been tossed, dwarf-like, back into the squared circle.
The Gamazon quickly joins her opponent, climbing to the apron and sliding through the ropes.
It’s no surprise by the time she did, Lily’s sprinting like greased lightning to the far ropes then racing toward her long, lanky objective. She leapt into a Flying Crossbody that staggered McGinty for a half-second before Legs recaptured her balance and held the squirming Lily perpendicular across her chest. A smirking McGinty genuflected, sending Burlingame’s lower set of ribs CRASHING across bended knee. But Mariel’s not nearly done.
The Gamazon bounced off the planted knee with Lily still in her possession. She marched around the ring, dropping to her left knee then right, each time attempting to snap Burlingame’s spine or ribs, depending on how the sprightly brunette’s body hit the plank of Mariel’s upper leg. She repeated the process four times before letting a groaning Bomb crumble to the canvas, one arm of the former Lightweight Champion reaching for her blasted vertebrae, the other swaddling her bruised ribcage.
RIB BREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pgffa_KICM
As Burlingame tried to recover, Mariel grabbed a handful of Lily’s chocolate-brown, shoulder-length mop and tore the former Bomb to her feet.
“You had your fun,” McGinty grunted. “Now it’s my turn.”
The Tag Champ pushed Lily back a step or two and GUTTED the Maroon Meteor with a Toe Kick to her taut tummy. McGinty raised her right elbow pointedly over the stooped Star Strider and brings it BANGING down atop the crown of Lily’s skull, sending Burlingame to one knee.
With her foe drooping, Mariel leapt into a hammering Axe Kick between the shoulderblades of the Roseate Rocket. After that she spun into a blistering Side Kick to the jaw of the vertically-challenged brunette, then followed with a wicked wind-up and shoot kick to the chest of Burlingame, Lily’s face etched in pain.
Still, the game grappler remained on one knee until McGinty surged to the ropes in front of her foe, rebounds, and hopped into a Meteora that nearly sent Lily through the deck.
KICKIN’ COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=STf0adUYezI
Ending in a Schoolgirl of the flattened Cosmic Cutie, Mariel reached back and collected both of Lily’s legs behind the knees. With the limbs in her control, she leaned forward, stacking Burlingame on her shoulders for a crumpled, cradled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame showed her spunk, spasming from under the much bigger blonde, McGinty nodding in appreciation at the fight displayed by the munchkin.
On her considerable haunches next to Lily, Mariel watched with interest as Burlingame was up to hands and knees, crawling away, desperate for some space between herself and the lethal limbs of her opponent.
The problem, McGinty was quickly vertical and striding in from behind. She latched only Lily’s locks, pulled her foe up to a full kneel and mounts her from behind in a Standing Headscissors. Locking her limbs at the ankles in front of the former Bomb, Mariel clenches her bracketing thighs around the increasingly rosy face of the Rocket, McGinty seemingly trying to squeeze Lily’s brains out through any orifice that would accommodate.
Moaning low in the back of her throat as those implacable thighs continued to gnash and grind against her jawline, Burlingame slapped at Mariel’s stems and when that didn’t work she crooked her fingers into claws she then raked down her gammy prison.
“That’s how you want to play, short-stuff?” McGinty grimaced. “I can do that too!” Lest anyone doubt her, Legs plunged both hands into Lily’s hair and YANKED while simultaneously hopping in place to put even more pressure on those Scissors!
“C’mon now Mar, stop pullin’ on her hair, you don’t need to do that.” Al tried to low-grade shame his charge out of the catty tactic in lieu of issuing an official warning.
It seemed to work, McGinty relinquished the grips to run both hands through her own hair while earning a round of applause from the Incorporated fans by swishing and swiveling her hips against the back of Lily’s head. “Scratching me’s not gonna get the job done, little girl.” Mariel told the trapped lightweight after she’d grabbed her wrists and wrenched those raking hands from her legs. “You might as well just wave that title shot goodbye already!” To that end she raised Burlingame’s hands and shook them in an ignominious (and involuntary) parody of waving goodbye.
“What do you say, Lily?” Carpenter was increasingly concerned about the deepening red of Lily’s features. “You need me to call it? Say the word and--”
McGinty went up on tiptoes, then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the Crimson Comet’s forehead into the deck via a nasty Scissored Facebuster! Rolling onto her butt with the Scissors still intact, the Slippery Rock native hunched forward and slipped her right arm beneath Lily’s knees so she could draw those abbreviated legs back in a snug bundle. Other hand raised high long before Al swooped into position, Mariel brought it down in time with the ref’s count, the pink-clad lovely spanking Lily’s wriggling rump in time with the…
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls017S6DW2A
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame twisted loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’ to beat the count but she hadn’t even got a knee under her when McGinty hauled her upright with a double handful of hair.
“Snippy little girls need to learn respect for their betters.” Mariel segued over to a Wristlock and simply bodied her adversary into the ropes, Legs stuffing her washboard tummy into Burlingame’s chest. “And if they won’t learn, I’m happy to beat it into them… or squeeze the ‘tude right out.”
Lily wheezed an answer that McGinty ignored because she’d already cleared off to hurl the heiress across the ring. The Maroon Meteor made the trip with her usual celerity, alas her return was utterly lacking her usual alacrity as Lily ran straight into Mariel, who crouched just enough to press her palms to the brunette’s upper thighs. Mariel rose onto tiptoe and shot both arms up to send Burlingame rocketing into the overhead lights, the Star Strider’s arms windmilling wildly in the seemingly endless moments before gravity remembered her existence and returned her to the canvas with a ring-ratting THAWHAM!
FREE FALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLdlmXgJNnA
The Freefall Drop left Lily on her hands and knees in a nauseated penance that would’ve continued for quite a bit longer if Mariel hadn’t bent down and wrapped her arms around that throbbing midsection. Muscling Burlingame up onto her right hip like she was nothing but a sack of laundry, McGinty turned a full circle before coming to a stop facing the hard camera. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who cheats height requirements to try the best rides.” she ‘hupped’ Lily a little higher then dropped to one knee to bust Burlingame’s gut over the glossy expanse of her right thigh.
Lily retched and writhed, would’ve rolled clear of the post if not for the restraining arm belted across her lower ba--“OW! OW! OW! OW! OH YOU BYTCH!” Lily squealed in painful indignation, the former Lightweight Champion unable to stop her legs from kicking when Mariel began to blister her behind with stinging swats!
“You (SPANK!) must (SPANK!) be (SPANK!) at (SPANK!) least (SPANK!) this (SPANK!) tall (SPANK!) to (SPANK!) challenge (SPANK!) Leggs (SPANK!) Inc!” McGinty finished off with three more slaps, shoved the yelping grappler off her knee and bundled Burlingame’s legs into a tight Back Press that perfectly showed off all those new palm prints on her glutes through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily flopped onto her belly, one hand flying to her roiled midsection while the other tended to her burning backside. Beside her, Mariel stood up and made a show of planting one foot beside Burlingame’s head to better accentuate those Gamazonian pins when she bent down and scraped the brunette off the mat with a double handful of hair. “Tossed ya pretty high last time, cutie.” McGinty punctuated her taunt by planting a smooch on the top of Lily’s noggin. “But I think I can get ya even higher this time.”
No response from the heiress, so Mariel helped herself to another Wristlock and slung Burlingame at the strandsNO! Legs held on tight and reeled her back in, the near six-footer pressing her palms to Lily’s thighs for another death-defying ascent into the stratosp--“HHRRGGH!” The Star Strider raised her knees to hip-level and brought them down full force atop McGinty’s shoulders to tear the Pennsylvanian loose from her moorings! THAWHUNK! was followed by ‘OOOOOHHH!’ the capacity crowd bellowing with delight when Burlingame drove Mariel down on the back of her head and snatched those upraised legs right outta the air! Pressing her forehead to the canvas to keep McGinty folded in half in the aftermath of her Meteora, Lily did her best to bounce in place, the brunette just grinding her shins against Mariel’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
McGinty bucked her mount off and flopped over onto her stomach en route to clambering to all fours. “Nuuuuhhh… not looking so tall now, are ya, beanpole?” Burlingame muttered as she stomped a little circle around her opponent. “You’re not looking like much of anything!”
Lily rushed forward, hopped and STOMPED down on the blonde’s fingers! Mariel yelped and reared back on her knees, the truncated titan stuffing her hands beneath her armpits to--THWHACK! Burlingame tagged her behind the ear with a Basement Roundhouse that she would’ve followed with a cover if McGinty hadn’t collapsed to her hands and knees instead.
DOUBLE FINGER STOMP & BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKS4zHNuYeU
Pedal to the floor now that she had Mariel reeling, Lily threw herself into the ropes and came back twice as fast to leap onto Mariel’s back and launch herself skyward, the Crimson Comet stretching out both legs full length just to bring the right one down on the base of McGinty’s skull in her own version of the champ’s own Famelegger! Mariel hit the deck face-first but didn’t turn over so Burlingame shot the Half Nelson and did it for her. Soon as those shoulders were down she hooked the far leg and pulled McGinty’s knee up to her chin while Al and the FAWNatics tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Leggs fought loose and returned to her stomach, the big blonde stubbornly denying her opposition the ‘THREE’. “Tuuuuhhhh… too much for you, little girl.” Mariel grunted, her voice still confident despite the wooziness. “Just too much leg for HHHRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lily scrambled aboard McGinty’s back in a north-south arrangement facing her feet. Planting on her right hand like it was a kickstand, she reached back with the left, grabbed a massive handful of Mariel’s golden locks and wrenched the taller wrestler’s noggin off the canvas so she could thread a Figure Four Scissors around her head! With the smooth curve of her left calf mashed tight against McGinty’s mouth and nose, Lily cupped her right ankle and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuulled the neck-wrenching hold that much tighter!
“That enough leg for you, brat?” Burlingame barked in the midst of pouring on more pressure. “Seems like it might be a little too much, actually!”
Mariel continued to scrabble and pull at Lily’s boots rather than answer, so the Maroon Meteor pulled her left hand away and CRAAACKED it down on McGinty’s defenseless cheeks! “BYTCH!” Mariel reached down to protect against further paddling and took a few more for her trouble. “I’m gonna Scissor you in two before this is OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OOOOOWWWWWW YOU LITTLE TRAMP!”
Lily closed the spank deficit with some palm-powered percussion that was almost bittersweet in the way it made Mariel’s buns jitter and dance. It wasn’t the spanking that made her wail however, rather it was the Lily’s next tactic, a bit of Rainmaker-esque raking that saw her draaaaaaaaaag her nails up the backs of McGinty’s thighs.
“What’s wrong big girl, feeling a little small?” Burlingame was back to spanking Mariel’s cheeks, not that she was done scoring those thighs either. “That kind of whining isn’t very becoming of a champion, is it? Better knock it off or I might put you over MY knee!”
But instead of responding in kind, Burlingame unspooled from around McGinty and popped to her feet. She grabbed Mariel’s noggin with both hands, pulling the Tag Champion to her knees then changed her handholds to a shoulder and wrist to tug the blonde to stooped feet.
Deciding to put Mariel on the run, the diminutive Bomb heaved McGinty off as best she’s able and Legs lumbered across the canvas, hitting the far ropes in a U-turn and dashing back to Lily. Dropping to the canvas as she scissored Mariel’s near leg, Burlingame deftly timbers the tall, flaxen-haired tree with a Drop Toe Hold, Mariel face-planting into the unforgiving mat.
McGinty’s heads bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood, her mouth agape, shellshocked by the impact. Reaching, she found the nearby strands with both hands and pulled up to her knees while Lily hopped on her horse and raced to the opposite cables. The crowd roars as the Roseate Rocket picked up speed on the return trip. Burlingame leapt between the top and middle cables next to her foe, using them to turn and THUMP her boots into Mariel’s face with a modified Cherry Swirl.
DROP TOE HOLD & CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x7sx1ycOFg
The long, lean, leggy machine tumbled through a back somersault, ending on her back. She used her elbows to prop her upper body off the canvas, but her baby blues were glazed from Lily’s furious offense, and she seemed stuck there.
With her foe in a stupor, the recharged Rocket scurried to the ropes and through to the outside. She turned, grabbing the top cable with both hands, and measured her dazed target. The lithe brunette leapt and landed atop the uppermost strand and used it as a springboard to travel the considerable distance to her objective, Lily flipping through the air and CRUSHING Mariel’s open midriff with a Senton Atomico.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON ATOMICO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0qpj_oFd8I
McGinty’s face twisted in pain as she jackknifed around the impact. As Burlingame rolled away, hopping to her feet gracefully, McGinty was left in a pained ‘V’, hugging her tanned tummy. Things didn’t get any better for the tag champion when the guided missile that was the former Lightweight Champion hopped into a low-rise Dropkick. Burlingame’s boot soles WHAMMED into McGinty’s bosom, sending the back of the blonde’s head THWUMPING into the deck and leaving Mariel splayed, staring blankly at the rafters.
Lily considered going for the pin, but she seemed to realize grabbing the golden ticket for Cosmic Noir’s chance at tag glory would take something more.
Hustling to the corner nearest the waylaid blonde, Lily breezed through the ropes and sprang to a squatting position atop the highest buckle. With practiced ease, she straightened into a poised stance over the spreadeagled McGinty. This was it.
The crowd tempered its excitement with breathless anticipation as Lily leapt into her devastating Cherry Warhead, the corkscrew Shooting Star Press that made her a star only one level removed from her future Hall of Famer sibling.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu3VFsSxRcA
But alas this warhead blew up on Burlingame when McGinty pulled her long stems in and Lily’s taut belly was skewered by the points of Mariel’s knees. Lily rolled away in abject agony, gasping and gagging as she hugged her midriff, hazel eyes bugging, the Missile grounded.
As Lily collapsed into a fetal ball desperate for air, her abdomen gutted and aching, a struggling McGinty knew the opportunity to finish off this increasingly irritating gnat was at hand. She pushed wearily to her feet and gave Burlingame some spiteful stomps to her ribs to open the sphere into which Lily imploded.
Cracked open like a nut, the former Cherry Bomb was pulled to her feet and McGinty buried a knee into her navel, doubling over the diminutive scrapper. With Lily bent at the waist, a sneering Mariel raised her right leg into a terrifying set of vertical splits and brought the hammer down across the back of Burlingame’s skull with a nasty Standing Axe Kick that flattened and likely concussed the facedown Cosmic Cutie.
STANDING AXE KICK @ 00:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7YJ-r8bxw
Mariel moved to a standing straddle of the battered brunette, staring out into the crowd. Letting them know the competitive portion of the contest was at an end.
She rolled Lily to her back and headed for the ropes at Burlingame’s left side. Quickly returning, Legs took to the sky above her target, lowering the BOOM on the tiny grappler’s throat with a perfectly-placed Leg Drop. Mariel pushed to vertical and hit the cables for an encore, sending Lily into a spasming shudder with a second airway-crushing ending. Again, McGinty clambered to her feet. This time she added a little flourish, sending her right leg forward and her left back as she leapt into a set of splits, the front stem THWUMPING across the red-faced Burlingame’s neck.
SPLITTING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BK9_hCLxQpk
Not bothering for any more a pin than she already enjoyed, the intimidating leg draping across Lily’s throat and shoulders, Mariel raised an index finger high as Al slapped the canvas for… ONE! The middle finger joins it for…TWO! And the ring finger for…THREE! Only Carpenter had not joined her for the three-count, instead holding up two fingers as the pesky Burlingame rolled a shoulder a few inches off the deck with a split-second to spare.
Mariel pushed to her feet in a fury, getting in Carpenter’s grill, demanding he account for his stupidity.
“Two, McGinty,” he insisted. “Now back up and get to work unless you want a DQ on your record.”
Mariel huffed in indignation, ‘accidentally’ clipping her shoulder into Al’s chin as she swiveled to find the mangled Burlingame.
“The rest of this is on you, Albert.”
Mariel collected what’s left of Lily and pulled the rag-doll to rubbery legs. She aimed Burlingame at the ropes and heaved the brunette on her way. Not in full control of her mind or body, Burlingame reflexively rebounded toward the waiting leggy sentinel and the golden locks of Legs were sent flying when she spins into a sweeping Crescent Kick that came just short of removing Lily’s head from her body.
CRESCENT KICK @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fw4AETNay4
Burlingame was laid out as if on a slab, in a single file, arms lined up above her head, abbreviated legs headed in the opposite direction. A satisfied McGinty placed a boot on the softly swelling chest of Susan’s sister for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Lily skootched a shoulder a sliver off the canvas once more, Al frenetically making sure the crowd knew this match was still in doubt, albeit very little.
Mariel swept her fingers through her long locks, clearly frustrated at her inability to put an end the little cockroach. But there’s always one way that’s foolproof and it’s time to introduce the Burlingame brat to the Gam Changer.
Another quick stomp to the belly sent Lily rolling onto all fours and gave McGinty all the time she needed to backpedal into position on the far side of the squared circle. Nodding along with the ‘LEGS!’ chant rumbling through a good portion of the assembled, Mariel encouraged their support by bending over double and sloooooooowly tracing her index and middle fingers up the length of her right leg. “That’s right short-stuff, they know a champion when they see one.” McGinty murmured to the slowly rising Lightweight. “And they’re about to see a champion put a little poseur through the mat!”
Blessedly oblivious to the blonde’s threat, Burlingame struggled to verticality and lurched around in search of her towering-- Mariel charged as soon as Lily started to turn, the Slippery Rock native burning through most of the distance in a few long strides and the rest in an arcing leap that saw her right leg stretched out like an oversized horizontal guilloti-- THWHACK! Lily sprang straight up and delivered a Dropkick to the side of McGinty’s right knee!
Her gam changed for the worse, Mariel hit the deck flat on her butt only to flop onto her stomach and struggle to that throbbing knee. “Sneaky brat!” McGinty groaned as she pulled down her kneepad to better massage the assaulted joint. I’m gonna Scissor your head to paste for thaUUNNNGGGGHHH!” The Maroon Meteor rushed in and hopped onto McGinty’s right thigh for the sole purpose of THUNKING her right knee between the penitent blonde’s eyes! Mariel went down in a heap with Lily astride her chest, the furious little brunette yanking the champ’s right leg to her in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ORIGINAL SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
McGinty tore loose from the pin, her tenacity denying Cosmic Noir a shot at the Tag Titles for at least another three seconds! Breathing deep to clear her senses of the kick-related wooziness, Lily bent down and paintbrushed several rude slaps to the back of her lanky opponent’s head before filling both hands with the blonde’s hair. “C’mon punk, get up! C’mon, you were running your mouth so hard earlier, where’d that RRGGHH!”
Mariel reared back onto her knees, spiked a punch into the heiress’ tummy, then broke the hair-pull with a disdainful shove. “Get off me, pipsqueak!” she spat. “And keep that nasty little mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for NNNGHH!”
Lily smashed a Back Kick into McGinty’s chest in the hopes of folding her backward over her own haunches but Legs only swayed in place so Burlingame grabbed hold of each wrist and pulled Mariel’s arms out in front of her at chest level. “Shut this, string bean,” The Star Strider exploded forward and DROVE her right knee into McGinty’s chin! Mariel’s head snapped back with whiplash ferocity, the lithesome battler collapsing into a heap that Burlingame threw herself on top of to claim the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
McGinty twisted loose again, her escape dumping Lily onto her butt at the last possible second. “Thuuuuhhhh… that all you got, shrimp?” Mariel huffed to Burlingame without actually looking at her. “It’s a great floor routine, but it’s not gonna win you a Tag Team Ti--”
CRAAAACK! Lily raised both hands overhead and brought them down in a whistling arc that lit up the blonde’s exposed back! “I’m shutting your mouth tonight, McGinty.” the Roseate Rocket promised after she’d grabbed a Wristlock to haul the other wrestler to boot-leather. “And I’ll shut it again when ‘Ronnie and I relieve you jerks of the Tag beltsSUURRGGGHH!”
Mariel buried a huge Kneelift in the Lightweight’s midriff and followed it up with a scintillating Bytch Slap! “We didn’t claw our way to the top of this division to lose to a couple of nepotism hires.” McGinty growled in the midst of bullying Burlingame into the strands. “After tonight you can both take your sorry asses back to the house show circuit and leave the gold to a real team!”
With that she stepped back and dropped a hip to shoot Lily across the squared circle with a perfect Irish Whip. It only took Lily a couple seconds to make the return trip but Mariel was still trembling with impatient anger when she whipped ‘round on one heel and lashed out with a Crescent Kick aimed at-- Burlingame dipped beneath that scything gam and continued to the opposite side, thus leaving McGinty off balance for the half second or so sit took her to turn around. Didn’t seem to bother Legs considering the effortless way she hunched over and slipped her right arm around the brunette’s waist to hoist her off the-- Lily rolled through the lift, ‘smecked’ her legs around Mariel’s head and swung around behind her foe only to break the Scissors and flip under McGinty’s right arNOOOO! Mariel caught her around the waist and flipped Burlingame onto her right shoulder for a Power Slam or a ShoulderbreakNOOOO! Lily flipped off that perch, caught the Gamazon in a tight Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Mariel’s forehead against the deck with a thunderous Satellite DDT! McGinty tumbled into a boneless seat just to settle out flat. This made her an enticing crash-pad for Lily, who Splashed down across the blonde’s tummy and bundled the far leg up for the…
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEGqkyelxZY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOO!
A roar of surprise from the FAWNatics when Mariel kicked free of the hellacious head-drop!
“Are you kidding me, Al?” Burlingame muttered to the official. “I’ve planted her like a tent spike over and ov--”
“Duuuhhh… don’t complain about the count, short-stuff.” McGinty grunted. “It’s not too slow, you’re just too weaKKEERRRHAIR!”
Lily buried her hands in Mariel’s gold locks and hauled her up just high enough to apply a Front Facelock. Snatching a handful of pink briefs let her pull the bendyback all the way up and once that was done she raced to the ropes, Burlingame ‘walking’ up the middle and top strands to launch herself out into the void for a Springboard Tornado-- McGinty pressed both hands to the heiress’ tummy to hold her aloft at a near perfect forty-five degree angle, a feat made all the more impressive when Mariel maintained Lily’s suspension while she walked over to the nearest corner and dropped her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Avenging the hair-pull with a little follicular malevolence of her own, McGinty wrenched Burlingame’s head back and Bytch Slapped her no less than half a dozen times! “I hope you enjoyed your brush with the big girl belts, shrimp.” she taunted. “Because this ass kicking is the closest you’re ever gonna NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily hauled off and slapped the taste out of Mariel’s mouth, Sue’s little sister putting some serious Rainmaker ‘tude on the shot that spun McGinty in a loopy half circle. Catching hold of Legs’ right wrist before the blonde could get away from the corner, Burlingame drew the limb tight across Mariel’s throat, then set her feet against the middle rope and pushed off with all her strength. The descent was short as it was savage, Lily twisting around in midair to land on her butt while McGinty was PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders! Mariel’s stems shot up over her head in a hands-free Matchbook that might’ve gone to waste if the Star Strider hadn’t kicked her own left leg up and cinched it around the blonde’s right calf. Still holding onto McGinty’s right wrist, Burlingame drew both hooks as tight as she could to keep her foe’s rump wriggling through…
LILY'S COMET @ 3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAhTDR4U8sY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mariel kicked out and scrambled to her knees, the champ trying to show Al two fingers while Lily barrel rolled under the bottom rope to the floor. Alas, McGinty’s plea was too late. Al had already signaled the Timekeeper which in turn got the Announcer in on the action. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LILY BURLINGAME! By virtue of this victory, Leggs Inc will defend the FAWN Tag Team Titles against Cosmic Noir at Spring Break!”
“IT WON’T MATTER!” Mariel shouted at the exhausted Lightweight. “This was a FLUKE and you know it! At Spring Break Val and I are gonna walk all over you, short-stuff! Treymane too!”
Beaming from ear to ear despite the fact she was running on empty, Burlingame strapped an invisible belt around her waist and chided, “Whining? Pouting? That’s not very becoming of a champion, Mariel. Keep it up and I might have to spank you a second time.”
“I’d love to see you try, bytch.” McGinty stomped over to the edge, sat on the second rope and pushed down to invite her opponent back inside. “C’mon short-stuff, get back in here!”
Lily considered it, then took a step forward only to stop and plant a smooch on her palm, which she then applied to her derriere with a tart smack! “I think I’ll wait ‘til Spring Break. That way you and Val have some time to work on your excuses. See ya then, string bean!”
Mariel fumed and might’ve gone after Burlingame then and there if Carpenter hadn’t walked over with her half of the Tag Team titles. She raised it defiantly enough, but Lily just saluted her with a cheeky wave on her way up the ramp. Seething at the brazen dismissal, McGinty slung the strap over her shoulder and slipped out of the ring, the big blonde already formulating strategies that would let Leggs Inc put the pinstripe pretenders back in their place come Spring Break.
Instead of a title defense, Christian took the opportunity to feed some filler to the de facto leader of Leggs, Inc, a team making mincemeat of all recent challengers. March to War had effectively become a time out so the commissioner had an extra month to postulate who could hang with the champs at Spring Break.
As a bone to draw the little puppy named Lily Burlingame into the ring with the Gamazon, if the munchkin could play David to Mariel’s Goliath, her Cosmic Noir would get the next shot, the shortest of long shots.
With McGinty at the ready, the Tron blinked from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers. FAWN’s nearly six-foot Amazonian ideal moved to center stage, showing off her undeniable weaponry and a gaudy gold and leather belt across her long, lean midriff.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY
With all attention captured, Mariel set foot down the ramp, her long strides gobbling up space. The blonde bounced between each side of the aisle, happy to interact with the adoring fans, safe in the knowledge of the small fry she’d be burning tonight.
As she reached the ring’s edge, the mob chants for the owner of the undeniable appendages and she employed them to ascend the ring steps.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the champ. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
With no complementary set of stems to inspect, Mariel slipped through the cables in heart-stopping stages, the blonde beaming like the venerable queen of the mountain. Reaching the middle of the squared circle, the Gamazon unstrapped the leather and raised her belt high.
The Ring Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is one half of the current FAWN Tag Team Champions, this is MARIEL… ‘LEGS’ …MCGINTY!”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing beauty with an ovation that only slowed when Mariel called for a microphone. Once in possession thereof, the blonde brought it to her lips.
“While Bethy searched far and wide for a team that can measures up, I thought it might be fun to face a woman who simply can’t. But hey, everyone loves an underdog, so come on out and wag your little tail, Lily.”
McGinty handed the stick to Al Carpenter, a smattering of boos filling the bowl to Mariel’s noticeable displeasure.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tct2aaR6Kq0
Legs didn‘t have to wait long thanks to the prompt response of the Announcer. “And her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Interstellar Angel, the Star Strider…LILY BURLINGAME!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle the Gamazon wore a midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Turning her attention to the big blonde, Lily made a show of glancing up and down to accentuate the artificial height disparity.
“Weird!” she called to Mariel over the roar of those assembled. “I thought you’d be taller!”
Flying from her perch on another wave of cheers, the Maroon Meteor ‘thumped’ down in the middle of the ring, then offered a salute to the crowd before she backed into her corner so Al could complete his final inspection.
Blonde and brunette started forward at the CLANG! and reached the center of the squared circle within heartbeats of one another even though Mariel did it in significantly fewer ste-- McGinty planted on her left foot and lashed out with the right in a simple Push Kick aimed at Burlingame’s sterNO! Lily saw it coming and threw herself backward, the former Lightweight Champion landing on the back of her head and shoulders just to spring to verticality with a perfect Kip Up!
Whipping ‘round on her heel following the errant kick, Mariel drew her right hand up to her left shoulder and lashed out with a Knife-Edge Chop to Burlingame’s decolle--“DAMN IT!” McGinty barked her irritation when the Crimson Comet tumbled through an effortless forward roll to once again claim the blonde’s six. Mariel didn’t bother to turn this time, she simply pivoted on her left foot and fired a Back Kick into Lily’s-- Burlingame caught McGinty’s ankle in both hands, then ceded a few steps to stretch her foe’s right leg out full length.
The arrangement was more awkward than it was painful, as evidenced by the irritation in Mariel’s voice as she balanced on her right foot. “Dodge as many as you can, half-pint. All I need is one and you’re flat on your face kissing the deWHOAANNGHH!”
The Star Strider went up on tiptoe and hurled McGinty’s trapped forward so it whipped up in an involuntary high kick. In the next instant Burlingame hopped up and THWHAPPED a Low Dropkick into the back of Mariel’s left thigh! With those vaunted pins swept out from underneath, McGinty landed flat on her butt, the Slippery Rock native wincing in pain at the jolt to her tailbone. Hands flying to her compacted cheeks, Legs registered the cheer of the crowd and the patter of approaching boots at the same time, which meant it was far too late for her to dodge the Basement Knee Strike Lily DROVE into her chest!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1DrAbPnkS0
Mariel went down flat but Lily didn’t even get to contemplate a cover because the Tag Champ immediately rolled to her tummy and rose to all four-- “SSNNNNGGGHH!”
Undeterred by the big blonde’s resilience, Burlingame hightailed it to the nearest corner and came back twice as fast to THWUNK her right knee into the side of McGinty’s noggin! The Shining Wizard knocked Mariel onto her back and Lily pounced at once, the little brunette planting every bit of her hundred and ten pounds on her foe’s fluttering chest! Catching a Half Matchbook even as she settled into her seat, Burlingame leaned back for an astoundingly abrupt…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX0RQd0Shaw
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, the Gamazonian blonde getting both hands on Lily’s rump to eject her with the appropriate force. “Nuuuhh… not bad, short stuff.” McGinty grunted once she’d returned to all fours. “Too bad ‘not bad’ isn’t enough to get you back to the Tag tiOOFFFHH!”
Lily rushed in from the left and booted Mariel in the ribs, a blow designed to get the champ’s forehead on the canvas and her arms strapped over her midsection. “At least have the courtesy to look me in the eye if you’re gonna talk trash, big girl.” Burlingame snapped at McGinty after she’d laid claim to the blonde’s left wrist. Rather than wait for an answer she stepped back and slowly twisssssssssssted the captured limb in two wide circl--“OOFFFHH!”
Mariel got to her knees, tugged the Lightweight in close and pumped a right hand into the pit of her stomach. “You’d need a step ladder for me to look you in the eye, cutie.” the pink-clad blonde muttered in the wake of that heavy shot. Lily didn’t let go of her wrist, so McGinty punched her tummy again, then got to her fee--“RRRRGGGGHHH!” Burlingame spun through the third Arm Wringer at warp speed and dropped to her knees, all the better to bring Mariel down full force on her left shoulder!
SNAP ARM WRINGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z70t-qO2MSc
“Why bother carrying around a stepladder?” Lily asked McGinty as she wrenched the blonde’s left arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “It’s much easier to cut you down to size!” McGinty snarled, put her free hand to the mat and pushed her upper body off the canvas only to ‘OOFFHH!’ when Burlingame put a knee in the small of her back and forced her back to the deck. “Those legs don’t mean so much on the mat, do they Mar?” Lily chirped.
“I think you’ll change your tune when they’re clamped around your waist, cupcakeERRH!”
Burlingame boosted herself into a quick handstand, then swung back down, the former Lightweight Champion administering her right knee to the blonde’s sinewy bicep. “Gonna have to get ‘em there first, babe.” Lily began to grind her knee back ‘n forth while also cranking on McGinty’s wrist. “Right now you can’t even get off the--”
“Just because you can talk like Sue doesn’t MAKE you Sue, midget.” Legs snapped. “So why don’t you save the trash talk for whatever cut-rate Hooters’ waitresses you beat to get NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily freed one hand from the Hammerlock, cupped it across Mariel’s chin and wrenched backward while still bearing down with her knee. “Watch your mouth, beanpole.” the Maroon Meteor warned. “Or I might just have to wash it out with canWHOAH!”
McGinty planted her right hand and pushed up while also sliding her right knee up under her tummy. Doing so didn’t relieve the pressure on Lily’s hooks, but with the additional leverage it was only a matter of seconds before the big blonde was back to her--SMECK! Burlingame hopped up and wrapped her own stems around Mariel’s waist! After that she adjusted the Hammerlock, neatly slipping her left arm up through the triangle created by McGinty’s forearm and bicep so she could knot her hands tight against the Tag Champ’s cheek.
“You doing ok, Mariel?” Al asked a few seconds into the Crossface Chickenwing.
“Hrrrhhh… better than ok, Al. I’m doing fine. Why do you ask?”
“Well the angle of your left arm is pretty--”
“Oh, this?” Mariel reached around with her right hand and SLAPPED Lily’s shoulder. “This is nothing. Kinda like when I let my niece put me in London’s Bridge, except that was actually a little uncomfort--”
Burlingame yoked up on Mariel’s left arm, the bolt of pain in her shoulder enough to shut the blonde’s mouth with an audible ‘clack!’ Dark eyes alight with anger, Lily put her lips to Mariel’s ear and growled, “Pretty goddamned disrespectful for someone who spent most of her career playing bridesma--”
McGinty broke into a flat-out sprint, the former volleyball standout covering the distance between herself and the corner in less than half a dozen strides. The speed of her approach assured that Lily had no more than a couple heartbeats to brace for impact and it wasn’t nearly enough to stifle a groan when Mariel whipped around and BWUUUNGED her against the buckles. The Chickenwing loosened to almost nothing, so McGinty reached back with her free hand, grabbed a whole lotta hair and flung the youngest Burlingame sister over her shoulder with a gorgeous SnapNOOOO!
Lily caught hold of Mariel’s wrist as she passed overhead and laid out on her side to send the big blonde skidding out into the center of the ring with an improvised Arm Drag! Taking deep breaths to steady herself out after that heavy corner collision, the Crimson Comet got to her feet and hurried over to Mariel, who was sprawled out with her left arm drawn snug across her torso. Swatting it out of the way for better access to her opponent’s tummy, Lily turned around and dipped into a deep crouch that exploded into a gorgeous back-flip, the svelte little brunette stretching out taut as a bowstring for--“HUUUUFFFFFFFGGGHH!”
McGinty drew her knees to her chest, then pistoned a Mule Kick into Lily’s midriff that sent her shooting to and ultimately through the ropes, the FAWNatics groaning in shared distress as the Star Strider landed in a crater on the outside.
A grimacing McGinty shook out her aching wing and pushed to her feet, stretching out to nearly six feet of Gamazonian blonde. She moved to the ropes and leaned over, gazing down at a rising Lily.
“Sorry, little girl. Didn’t mean to be ungrateful to you for giving me a month off from the Tag Title defense grind.”
Burlingame’s features turned sour, her face scrunching as she rose.
“Pretty brilliant of Sue to throw her weight around,” Mariel continued. “Get you a puncher’s chance to secure a shot at our belts next month. Thing is, you can’t punch above your weight.”
Legs stepped back several strides and motioned Lily up and in.
The artist formerly known as Cherry Bomb hopped to the apron, grabbed the top rope with both hands and flung herself into the squared circle with room to spare. She ducked under a charging Mariel, avoiding a Big Boot by millimeters. Immediately off in a sprint to the opposite cables, the youngest of the Burlingame girls rebounded at warp speed.
The brunette leapt as she approached her foe, spinning in a one eighty so her legs scissored around the waist of the towering blonde, Lily’s features pointed toward the mat. Mariel’s arms wrap around the waist of the Roseate Rocket, hauling her high for what looks like a Sit-Out Faceslam. But Lily knew her way around. She used the momentum of McGinty’s heave upward to break free from Mariel’s grip, instantly wrapped her arms around the blonde’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and use gravity to sit out and STUN the holy heck out of the tag titlist.
CASADORA STUNNER @ 1:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwoPTqezIso
Mariel whiplashed away from the body-rocking impact, her boot leather getting air as a result. McGinty landing on her back. The blue-eyed blonde stared blankly at the rafters as the little engine that might scrambled to another pin, this one a tight Lateral Press. The hooking of Mariel’s incredibly long, lean leg wasn’t easy so Burlingame went for the near one, pulling McGinty into a single-leg Cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The champ shoved Lily off emphatically, shooting Burlingame all the way to her feet. The diminutive brunette was instantly back on her horse as Mariel struggled to push to her knees, shaking some cobwebs out of the attic. After the U-turn out of the cables, Lily leapt, her much shorter lower limbs, sending her flipping around her target, emerging on the other side and PLANTING the penitent McGinty with a Tilt-a-Whirl Faceplant.
TILT-A-WHIRL FACEPLANT @ 0:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cfc2aw6EwI4
The dazzled and dazed McGinty absently flopped to her back, eyes spinning like a slot machine as Burlingame reclined across the sprawled Gamazon for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
Mariel again shoved the featherweight off, if less convincingly this time. The increasingly drained blonde seemed lost amongst the tempest, even if it was teapot-sized. Mariel decided a time out was in order. She rolled out under the bottom rope, hoping to find safe haven from the tornado bouncing around the ring.
Cursing under her breath at the whirling dervish, Mariel seemed to not realize that Lily had joined her outside the ropes, if still upon the apron. Measuring her target, the tiny, dark-haired missile took to the skies off her canvas-covered runaway, diving and flipping into a Somersault Senton that left McGinty a long-limbed wreck beneath her.
DIVING SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqbvYa3JGiU
As a grinning Lily sat atop the dazed Mariel’s chest, unable to pick up a pinning predicament on the outside, she reveled in the FAWNatics’ chant of ‘NEXT…CHAMP!’ Lily rose and led them for a few more rounds, knowing a win tonight would only be a prelude to the real opportunity next month.
Realizing that prospect lay in the ring, the bite-sized Burlingame wrapped her hands around Mariel’s braincase and hauled the Incorporated blonde to her feet, keeping her stooped to retain control. She ran the near six-footer to the ring’s edge, presumably to try and heave McGinty in, but Mariel got her big right foot up on the edge of the apron, using it as a brake.
The blonde knocked Lily’s arms away and Mariel’s palms found their way around the throat of the petite projectile. Lifting a bug-eyed Lily in front of her like a sacrifice to be tossed into a volcano, McGinty instead heaves her foe between the lower and middle strands, Burlingame landing with an unceremonious thunk, mostly unhurt from the landing but still thunderstruck at how she’d been tossed, dwarf-like, back into the squared circle.
The Gamazon quickly joins her opponent, climbing to the apron and sliding through the ropes.
It’s no surprise by the time she did, Lily’s sprinting like greased lightning to the far ropes then racing toward her long, lanky objective. She leapt into a Flying Crossbody that staggered McGinty for a half-second before Legs recaptured her balance and held the squirming Lily perpendicular across her chest. A smirking McGinty genuflected, sending Burlingame’s lower set of ribs CRASHING across bended knee. But Mariel’s not nearly done.
The Gamazon bounced off the planted knee with Lily still in her possession. She marched around the ring, dropping to her left knee then right, each time attempting to snap Burlingame’s spine or ribs, depending on how the sprightly brunette’s body hit the plank of Mariel’s upper leg. She repeated the process four times before letting a groaning Bomb crumble to the canvas, one arm of the former Lightweight Champion reaching for her blasted vertebrae, the other swaddling her bruised ribcage.
RIB BREAKERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pgffa_KICM
As Burlingame tried to recover, Mariel grabbed a handful of Lily’s chocolate-brown, shoulder-length mop and tore the former Bomb to her feet.
“You had your fun,” McGinty grunted. “Now it’s my turn.”
The Tag Champ pushed Lily back a step or two and GUTTED the Maroon Meteor with a Toe Kick to her taut tummy. McGinty raised her right elbow pointedly over the stooped Star Strider and brings it BANGING down atop the crown of Lily’s skull, sending Burlingame to one knee.
With her foe drooping, Mariel leapt into a hammering Axe Kick between the shoulderblades of the Roseate Rocket. After that she spun into a blistering Side Kick to the jaw of the vertically-challenged brunette, then followed with a wicked wind-up and shoot kick to the chest of Burlingame, Lily’s face etched in pain.
Still, the game grappler remained on one knee until McGinty surged to the ropes in front of her foe, rebounds, and hopped into a Meteora that nearly sent Lily through the deck.
KICKIN’ COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=STf0adUYezI
Ending in a Schoolgirl of the flattened Cosmic Cutie, Mariel reached back and collected both of Lily’s legs behind the knees. With the limbs in her control, she leaned forward, stacking Burlingame on her shoulders for a crumpled, cradled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame showed her spunk, spasming from under the much bigger blonde, McGinty nodding in appreciation at the fight displayed by the munchkin.
On her considerable haunches next to Lily, Mariel watched with interest as Burlingame was up to hands and knees, crawling away, desperate for some space between herself and the lethal limbs of her opponent.
The problem, McGinty was quickly vertical and striding in from behind. She latched only Lily’s locks, pulled her foe up to a full kneel and mounts her from behind in a Standing Headscissors. Locking her limbs at the ankles in front of the former Bomb, Mariel clenches her bracketing thighs around the increasingly rosy face of the Rocket, McGinty seemingly trying to squeeze Lily’s brains out through any orifice that would accommodate.
Moaning low in the back of her throat as those implacable thighs continued to gnash and grind against her jawline, Burlingame slapped at Mariel’s stems and when that didn’t work she crooked her fingers into claws she then raked down her gammy prison.
“That’s how you want to play, short-stuff?” McGinty grimaced. “I can do that too!” Lest anyone doubt her, Legs plunged both hands into Lily’s hair and YANKED while simultaneously hopping in place to put even more pressure on those Scissors!
“C’mon now Mar, stop pullin’ on her hair, you don’t need to do that.” Al tried to low-grade shame his charge out of the catty tactic in lieu of issuing an official warning.
It seemed to work, McGinty relinquished the grips to run both hands through her own hair while earning a round of applause from the Incorporated fans by swishing and swiveling her hips against the back of Lily’s head. “Scratching me’s not gonna get the job done, little girl.” Mariel told the trapped lightweight after she’d grabbed her wrists and wrenched those raking hands from her legs. “You might as well just wave that title shot goodbye already!” To that end she raised Burlingame’s hands and shook them in an ignominious (and involuntary) parody of waving goodbye.
“What do you say, Lily?” Carpenter was increasingly concerned about the deepening red of Lily’s features. “You need me to call it? Say the word and--”
McGinty went up on tiptoes, then dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the Crimson Comet’s forehead into the deck via a nasty Scissored Facebuster! Rolling onto her butt with the Scissors still intact, the Slippery Rock native hunched forward and slipped her right arm beneath Lily’s knees so she could draw those abbreviated legs back in a snug bundle. Other hand raised high long before Al swooped into position, Mariel brought it down in time with the ref’s count, the pink-clad lovely spanking Lily’s wriggling rump in time with the…
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls017S6DW2A
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame twisted loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’ to beat the count but she hadn’t even got a knee under her when McGinty hauled her upright with a double handful of hair.
“Snippy little girls need to learn respect for their betters.” Mariel segued over to a Wristlock and simply bodied her adversary into the ropes, Legs stuffing her washboard tummy into Burlingame’s chest. “And if they won’t learn, I’m happy to beat it into them… or squeeze the ‘tude right out.”
Lily wheezed an answer that McGinty ignored because she’d already cleared off to hurl the heiress across the ring. The Maroon Meteor made the trip with her usual celerity, alas her return was utterly lacking her usual alacrity as Lily ran straight into Mariel, who crouched just enough to press her palms to the brunette’s upper thighs. Mariel rose onto tiptoe and shot both arms up to send Burlingame rocketing into the overhead lights, the Star Strider’s arms windmilling wildly in the seemingly endless moments before gravity remembered her existence and returned her to the canvas with a ring-ratting THAWHAM!
FREE FALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLdlmXgJNnA
The Freefall Drop left Lily on her hands and knees in a nauseated penance that would’ve continued for quite a bit longer if Mariel hadn’t bent down and wrapped her arms around that throbbing midsection. Muscling Burlingame up onto her right hip like she was nothing but a sack of laundry, McGinty turned a full circle before coming to a stop facing the hard camera. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who cheats height requirements to try the best rides.” she ‘hupped’ Lily a little higher then dropped to one knee to bust Burlingame’s gut over the glossy expanse of her right thigh.
Lily retched and writhed, would’ve rolled clear of the post if not for the restraining arm belted across her lower ba--“OW! OW! OW! OW! OH YOU BYTCH!” Lily squealed in painful indignation, the former Lightweight Champion unable to stop her legs from kicking when Mariel began to blister her behind with stinging swats!
“You (SPANK!) must (SPANK!) be (SPANK!) at (SPANK!) least (SPANK!) this (SPANK!) tall (SPANK!) to (SPANK!) challenge (SPANK!) Leggs (SPANK!) Inc!” McGinty finished off with three more slaps, shoved the yelping grappler off her knee and bundled Burlingame’s legs into a tight Back Press that perfectly showed off all those new palm prints on her glutes through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily flopped onto her belly, one hand flying to her roiled midsection while the other tended to her burning backside. Beside her, Mariel stood up and made a show of planting one foot beside Burlingame’s head to better accentuate those Gamazonian pins when she bent down and scraped the brunette off the mat with a double handful of hair. “Tossed ya pretty high last time, cutie.” McGinty punctuated her taunt by planting a smooch on the top of Lily’s noggin. “But I think I can get ya even higher this time.”
No response from the heiress, so Mariel helped herself to another Wristlock and slung Burlingame at the strandsNO! Legs held on tight and reeled her back in, the near six-footer pressing her palms to Lily’s thighs for another death-defying ascent into the stratosp--“HHRRGGH!” The Star Strider raised her knees to hip-level and brought them down full force atop McGinty’s shoulders to tear the Pennsylvanian loose from her moorings! THAWHUNK! was followed by ‘OOOOOHHH!’ the capacity crowd bellowing with delight when Burlingame drove Mariel down on the back of her head and snatched those upraised legs right outta the air! Pressing her forehead to the canvas to keep McGinty folded in half in the aftermath of her Meteora, Lily did her best to bounce in place, the brunette just grinding her shins against Mariel’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
McGinty bucked her mount off and flopped over onto her stomach en route to clambering to all fours. “Nuuuuhhh… not looking so tall now, are ya, beanpole?” Burlingame muttered as she stomped a little circle around her opponent. “You’re not looking like much of anything!”
Lily rushed forward, hopped and STOMPED down on the blonde’s fingers! Mariel yelped and reared back on her knees, the truncated titan stuffing her hands beneath her armpits to--THWHACK! Burlingame tagged her behind the ear with a Basement Roundhouse that she would’ve followed with a cover if McGinty hadn’t collapsed to her hands and knees instead.
DOUBLE FINGER STOMP & BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKS4zHNuYeU
Pedal to the floor now that she had Mariel reeling, Lily threw herself into the ropes and came back twice as fast to leap onto Mariel’s back and launch herself skyward, the Crimson Comet stretching out both legs full length just to bring the right one down on the base of McGinty’s skull in her own version of the champ’s own Famelegger! Mariel hit the deck face-first but didn’t turn over so Burlingame shot the Half Nelson and did it for her. Soon as those shoulders were down she hooked the far leg and pulled McGinty’s knee up to her chin while Al and the FAWNatics tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Leggs fought loose and returned to her stomach, the big blonde stubbornly denying her opposition the ‘THREE’. “Tuuuuhhhh… too much for you, little girl.” Mariel grunted, her voice still confident despite the wooziness. “Just too much leg for HHHRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lily scrambled aboard McGinty’s back in a north-south arrangement facing her feet. Planting on her right hand like it was a kickstand, she reached back with the left, grabbed a massive handful of Mariel’s golden locks and wrenched the taller wrestler’s noggin off the canvas so she could thread a Figure Four Scissors around her head! With the smooth curve of her left calf mashed tight against McGinty’s mouth and nose, Lily cupped her right ankle and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuulled the neck-wrenching hold that much tighter!
“That enough leg for you, brat?” Burlingame barked in the midst of pouring on more pressure. “Seems like it might be a little too much, actually!”
Mariel continued to scrabble and pull at Lily’s boots rather than answer, so the Maroon Meteor pulled her left hand away and CRAAACKED it down on McGinty’s defenseless cheeks! “BYTCH!” Mariel reached down to protect against further paddling and took a few more for her trouble. “I’m gonna Scissor you in two before this is OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OOOOOWWWWWW YOU LITTLE TRAMP!”
Lily closed the spank deficit with some palm-powered percussion that was almost bittersweet in the way it made Mariel’s buns jitter and dance. It wasn’t the spanking that made her wail however, rather it was the Lily’s next tactic, a bit of Rainmaker-esque raking that saw her draaaaaaaaaag her nails up the backs of McGinty’s thighs.
“What’s wrong big girl, feeling a little small?” Burlingame was back to spanking Mariel’s cheeks, not that she was done scoring those thighs either. “That kind of whining isn’t very becoming of a champion, is it? Better knock it off or I might put you over MY knee!”
But instead of responding in kind, Burlingame unspooled from around McGinty and popped to her feet. She grabbed Mariel’s noggin with both hands, pulling the Tag Champion to her knees then changed her handholds to a shoulder and wrist to tug the blonde to stooped feet.
Deciding to put Mariel on the run, the diminutive Bomb heaved McGinty off as best she’s able and Legs lumbered across the canvas, hitting the far ropes in a U-turn and dashing back to Lily. Dropping to the canvas as she scissored Mariel’s near leg, Burlingame deftly timbers the tall, flaxen-haired tree with a Drop Toe Hold, Mariel face-planting into the unforgiving mat.
McGinty’s heads bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood, her mouth agape, shellshocked by the impact. Reaching, she found the nearby strands with both hands and pulled up to her knees while Lily hopped on her horse and raced to the opposite cables. The crowd roars as the Roseate Rocket picked up speed on the return trip. Burlingame leapt between the top and middle cables next to her foe, using them to turn and THUMP her boots into Mariel’s face with a modified Cherry Swirl.
DROP TOE HOLD & CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x7sx1ycOFg
The long, lean, leggy machine tumbled through a back somersault, ending on her back. She used her elbows to prop her upper body off the canvas, but her baby blues were glazed from Lily’s furious offense, and she seemed stuck there.
With her foe in a stupor, the recharged Rocket scurried to the ropes and through to the outside. She turned, grabbing the top cable with both hands, and measured her dazed target. The lithe brunette leapt and landed atop the uppermost strand and used it as a springboard to travel the considerable distance to her objective, Lily flipping through the air and CRUSHING Mariel’s open midriff with a Senton Atomico.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON ATOMICO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0qpj_oFd8I
McGinty’s face twisted in pain as she jackknifed around the impact. As Burlingame rolled away, hopping to her feet gracefully, McGinty was left in a pained ‘V’, hugging her tanned tummy. Things didn’t get any better for the tag champion when the guided missile that was the former Lightweight Champion hopped into a low-rise Dropkick. Burlingame’s boot soles WHAMMED into McGinty’s bosom, sending the back of the blonde’s head THWUMPING into the deck and leaving Mariel splayed, staring blankly at the rafters.
Lily considered going for the pin, but she seemed to realize grabbing the golden ticket for Cosmic Noir’s chance at tag glory would take something more.
Hustling to the corner nearest the waylaid blonde, Lily breezed through the ropes and sprang to a squatting position atop the highest buckle. With practiced ease, she straightened into a poised stance over the spreadeagled McGinty. This was it.
The crowd tempered its excitement with breathless anticipation as Lily leapt into her devastating Cherry Warhead, the corkscrew Shooting Star Press that made her a star only one level removed from her future Hall of Famer sibling.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu3VFsSxRcA
But alas this warhead blew up on Burlingame when McGinty pulled her long stems in and Lily’s taut belly was skewered by the points of Mariel’s knees. Lily rolled away in abject agony, gasping and gagging as she hugged her midriff, hazel eyes bugging, the Missile grounded.
As Lily collapsed into a fetal ball desperate for air, her abdomen gutted and aching, a struggling McGinty knew the opportunity to finish off this increasingly irritating gnat was at hand. She pushed wearily to her feet and gave Burlingame some spiteful stomps to her ribs to open the sphere into which Lily imploded.
Cracked open like a nut, the former Cherry Bomb was pulled to her feet and McGinty buried a knee into her navel, doubling over the diminutive scrapper. With Lily bent at the waist, a sneering Mariel raised her right leg into a terrifying set of vertical splits and brought the hammer down across the back of Burlingame’s skull with a nasty Standing Axe Kick that flattened and likely concussed the facedown Cosmic Cutie.
STANDING AXE KICK @ 00:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7YJ-r8bxw
Mariel moved to a standing straddle of the battered brunette, staring out into the crowd. Letting them know the competitive portion of the contest was at an end.
She rolled Lily to her back and headed for the ropes at Burlingame’s left side. Quickly returning, Legs took to the sky above her target, lowering the BOOM on the tiny grappler’s throat with a perfectly-placed Leg Drop. Mariel pushed to vertical and hit the cables for an encore, sending Lily into a spasming shudder with a second airway-crushing ending. Again, McGinty clambered to her feet. This time she added a little flourish, sending her right leg forward and her left back as she leapt into a set of splits, the front stem THWUMPING across the red-faced Burlingame’s neck.
SPLITTING LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BK9_hCLxQpk
Not bothering for any more a pin than she already enjoyed, the intimidating leg draping across Lily’s throat and shoulders, Mariel raised an index finger high as Al slapped the canvas for… ONE! The middle finger joins it for…TWO! And the ring finger for…THREE! Only Carpenter had not joined her for the three-count, instead holding up two fingers as the pesky Burlingame rolled a shoulder a few inches off the deck with a split-second to spare.
Mariel pushed to her feet in a fury, getting in Carpenter’s grill, demanding he account for his stupidity.
“Two, McGinty,” he insisted. “Now back up and get to work unless you want a DQ on your record.”
Mariel huffed in indignation, ‘accidentally’ clipping her shoulder into Al’s chin as she swiveled to find the mangled Burlingame.
“The rest of this is on you, Albert.”
Mariel collected what’s left of Lily and pulled the rag-doll to rubbery legs. She aimed Burlingame at the ropes and heaved the brunette on her way. Not in full control of her mind or body, Burlingame reflexively rebounded toward the waiting leggy sentinel and the golden locks of Legs were sent flying when she spins into a sweeping Crescent Kick that came just short of removing Lily’s head from her body.
CRESCENT KICK @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fw4AETNay4
Burlingame was laid out as if on a slab, in a single file, arms lined up above her head, abbreviated legs headed in the opposite direction. A satisfied McGinty placed a boot on the softly swelling chest of Susan’s sister for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Lily skootched a shoulder a sliver off the canvas once more, Al frenetically making sure the crowd knew this match was still in doubt, albeit very little.
Mariel swept her fingers through her long locks, clearly frustrated at her inability to put an end the little cockroach. But there’s always one way that’s foolproof and it’s time to introduce the Burlingame brat to the Gam Changer.
Another quick stomp to the belly sent Lily rolling onto all fours and gave McGinty all the time she needed to backpedal into position on the far side of the squared circle. Nodding along with the ‘LEGS!’ chant rumbling through a good portion of the assembled, Mariel encouraged their support by bending over double and sloooooooowly tracing her index and middle fingers up the length of her right leg. “That’s right short-stuff, they know a champion when they see one.” McGinty murmured to the slowly rising Lightweight. “And they’re about to see a champion put a little poseur through the mat!”
Blessedly oblivious to the blonde’s threat, Burlingame struggled to verticality and lurched around in search of her towering-- Mariel charged as soon as Lily started to turn, the Slippery Rock native burning through most of the distance in a few long strides and the rest in an arcing leap that saw her right leg stretched out like an oversized horizontal guilloti-- THWHACK! Lily sprang straight up and delivered a Dropkick to the side of McGinty’s right knee!
Her gam changed for the worse, Mariel hit the deck flat on her butt only to flop onto her stomach and struggle to that throbbing knee. “Sneaky brat!” McGinty groaned as she pulled down her kneepad to better massage the assaulted joint. I’m gonna Scissor your head to paste for thaUUNNNGGGGHHH!” The Maroon Meteor rushed in and hopped onto McGinty’s right thigh for the sole purpose of THUNKING her right knee between the penitent blonde’s eyes! Mariel went down in a heap with Lily astride her chest, the furious little brunette yanking the champ’s right leg to her in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ORIGINAL SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
McGinty tore loose from the pin, her tenacity denying Cosmic Noir a shot at the Tag Titles for at least another three seconds! Breathing deep to clear her senses of the kick-related wooziness, Lily bent down and paintbrushed several rude slaps to the back of her lanky opponent’s head before filling both hands with the blonde’s hair. “C’mon punk, get up! C’mon, you were running your mouth so hard earlier, where’d that RRGGHH!”
Mariel reared back onto her knees, spiked a punch into the heiress’ tummy, then broke the hair-pull with a disdainful shove. “Get off me, pipsqueak!” she spat. “And keep that nasty little mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for NNNGHH!”
Lily smashed a Back Kick into McGinty’s chest in the hopes of folding her backward over her own haunches but Legs only swayed in place so Burlingame grabbed hold of each wrist and pulled Mariel’s arms out in front of her at chest level. “Shut this, string bean,” The Star Strider exploded forward and DROVE her right knee into McGinty’s chin! Mariel’s head snapped back with whiplash ferocity, the lithesome battler collapsing into a heap that Burlingame threw herself on top of to claim the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
McGinty twisted loose again, her escape dumping Lily onto her butt at the last possible second. “Thuuuuhhhh… that all you got, shrimp?” Mariel huffed to Burlingame without actually looking at her. “It’s a great floor routine, but it’s not gonna win you a Tag Team Ti--”
CRAAAACK! Lily raised both hands overhead and brought them down in a whistling arc that lit up the blonde’s exposed back! “I’m shutting your mouth tonight, McGinty.” the Roseate Rocket promised after she’d grabbed a Wristlock to haul the other wrestler to boot-leather. “And I’ll shut it again when ‘Ronnie and I relieve you jerks of the Tag beltsSUURRGGGHH!”
Mariel buried a huge Kneelift in the Lightweight’s midriff and followed it up with a scintillating Bytch Slap! “We didn’t claw our way to the top of this division to lose to a couple of nepotism hires.” McGinty growled in the midst of bullying Burlingame into the strands. “After tonight you can both take your sorry asses back to the house show circuit and leave the gold to a real team!”
With that she stepped back and dropped a hip to shoot Lily across the squared circle with a perfect Irish Whip. It only took Lily a couple seconds to make the return trip but Mariel was still trembling with impatient anger when she whipped ‘round on one heel and lashed out with a Crescent Kick aimed at-- Burlingame dipped beneath that scything gam and continued to the opposite side, thus leaving McGinty off balance for the half second or so sit took her to turn around. Didn’t seem to bother Legs considering the effortless way she hunched over and slipped her right arm around the brunette’s waist to hoist her off the-- Lily rolled through the lift, ‘smecked’ her legs around Mariel’s head and swung around behind her foe only to break the Scissors and flip under McGinty’s right arNOOOO! Mariel caught her around the waist and flipped Burlingame onto her right shoulder for a Power Slam or a ShoulderbreakNOOOO! Lily flipped off that perch, caught the Gamazon in a tight Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Mariel’s forehead against the deck with a thunderous Satellite DDT! McGinty tumbled into a boneless seat just to settle out flat. This made her an enticing crash-pad for Lily, who Splashed down across the blonde’s tummy and bundled the far leg up for the…
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEGqkyelxZY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOO!
A roar of surprise from the FAWNatics when Mariel kicked free of the hellacious head-drop!
“Are you kidding me, Al?” Burlingame muttered to the official. “I’ve planted her like a tent spike over and ov--”
“Duuuhhh… don’t complain about the count, short-stuff.” McGinty grunted. “It’s not too slow, you’re just too weaKKEERRRHAIR!”
Lily buried her hands in Mariel’s gold locks and hauled her up just high enough to apply a Front Facelock. Snatching a handful of pink briefs let her pull the bendyback all the way up and once that was done she raced to the ropes, Burlingame ‘walking’ up the middle and top strands to launch herself out into the void for a Springboard Tornado-- McGinty pressed both hands to the heiress’ tummy to hold her aloft at a near perfect forty-five degree angle, a feat made all the more impressive when Mariel maintained Lily’s suspension while she walked over to the nearest corner and dropped her into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Avenging the hair-pull with a little follicular malevolence of her own, McGinty wrenched Burlingame’s head back and Bytch Slapped her no less than half a dozen times! “I hope you enjoyed your brush with the big girl belts, shrimp.” she taunted. “Because this ass kicking is the closest you’re ever gonna NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily hauled off and slapped the taste out of Mariel’s mouth, Sue’s little sister putting some serious Rainmaker ‘tude on the shot that spun McGinty in a loopy half circle. Catching hold of Legs’ right wrist before the blonde could get away from the corner, Burlingame drew the limb tight across Mariel’s throat, then set her feet against the middle rope and pushed off with all her strength. The descent was short as it was savage, Lily twisting around in midair to land on her butt while McGinty was PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders! Mariel’s stems shot up over her head in a hands-free Matchbook that might’ve gone to waste if the Star Strider hadn’t kicked her own left leg up and cinched it around the blonde’s right calf. Still holding onto McGinty’s right wrist, Burlingame drew both hooks as tight as she could to keep her foe’s rump wriggling through…
LILY'S COMET @ 3:55
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAhTDR4U8sY
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mariel kicked out and scrambled to her knees, the champ trying to show Al two fingers while Lily barrel rolled under the bottom rope to the floor. Alas, McGinty’s plea was too late. Al had already signaled the Timekeeper which in turn got the Announcer in on the action. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LILY BURLINGAME! By virtue of this victory, Leggs Inc will defend the FAWN Tag Team Titles against Cosmic Noir at Spring Break!”
“IT WON’T MATTER!” Mariel shouted at the exhausted Lightweight. “This was a FLUKE and you know it! At Spring Break Val and I are gonna walk all over you, short-stuff! Treymane too!”
Beaming from ear to ear despite the fact she was running on empty, Burlingame strapped an invisible belt around her waist and chided, “Whining? Pouting? That’s not very becoming of a champion, Mariel. Keep it up and I might have to spank you a second time.”
“I’d love to see you try, bytch.” McGinty stomped over to the edge, sat on the second rope and pushed down to invite her opponent back inside. “C’mon short-stuff, get back in here!”
Lily considered it, then took a step forward only to stop and plant a smooch on her palm, which she then applied to her derriere with a tart smack! “I think I’ll wait ‘til Spring Break. That way you and Val have some time to work on your excuses. See ya then, string bean!”
Mariel fumed and might’ve gone after Burlingame then and there if Carpenter hadn’t walked over with her half of the Tag Team titles. She raised it defiantly enough, but Lily just saluted her with a cheeky wave on her way up the ramp. Seething at the brazen dismissal, McGinty slung the strap over her shoulder and slipped out of the ring, the big blonde already formulating strategies that would let Leggs Inc put the pinstripe pretenders back in their place come Spring Break.