Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2021 23:10:33 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-four pounds, hailing from Bridgeport California and Stovington Vermont respectively, they are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the longtime friends turned tag team partners.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Lily waved a hand for the Star Gazers, then curled it into a fist and bumped knuckles with the Magnificent Moll. “Ready to tie those legs in knots, ‘Ronnie?”
Treymane raised the replica Thompson and angled it over one shoulder. “Or relieve them of about twenty pounds of leather and gold. Whichever comes first.”
“One will lead to the other, trust me.”
Lily raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket in the lead by a few steps..
For tonight’s golden opportunity against the Towering Gamazons, Lily sported a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the red replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt also gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Star Strider went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Posing together for the hard camera, blonde and brunette urged the crowd to even greater noise before they turned their attention to the stage and the Incorporated titleholders waiting just beyond the curtain.
With Cosmic Noir in position to shoot their shot against Incorporated champions, the lights lowered. 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. The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and the gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The champions’ anthem wasn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trailed, making the looooooong return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerged from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-fived the fans on either side, confident in tonight’s result even if Lily had upset Mariel to earn this opportunity.
The mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reached the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette sported a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair chose striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed like the queens of the mountain they were. Reaching the middle of the ring, Noir observing intently, they unstrapped the leather and gold and raised the belts high.
The Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“And introducing their opponents. Weighing in at a combined two hundred and fifty five pounds, hailing from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively… MARIEL…‘LEGS‘…MCGINTY and VALERIE ‘STEMS’ STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen… they are your FAWN Tag Team Champions… LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing duo with a standing ovation that only slowed when Mariel called for a microphone, both Amazons turning from the hard camera to this month’s victims. The blonde raised it to her lips.
“Lil’ Lily. I advise you to let your full-size partner take her best shot because if you enter the ring, I’m going to wrap my legs around you and leave you a shell without the bomb, cherry or otherwise.”
McGinty handed the stick to the official then each Champion offered her belt for safekeeping, laying them over the zebra’s extended arm. Mariel and Val backpedaled to their corner, the friends putting their heads together to discuss last minute strategies.
Champions and challengers were still deep in conversation when the bell sounded, with both Mariel and Lily making animated bids to start the match for their respective teams. Certainly they were just as eager the capacity crowd to renew the hostilities of March to War, yet in the end cooler heads prevailed and Val and ‘Ronnie were able to shoo their partners out onto the apron, tag ropes dutifully in hand.
Eyes on each other as soon as the squared circle was clear, brunette and blonde strode to the middle of the ring and began to circle. “Lily’s looking a little high strung tonight, Veronica.” Stipanovic said after she’d raised her hands to chest-level. “You think you can control her?”
“Don’t need to control her, Val.” Treymane countered. “Just need to point her in the right direction. And that’s right at Mariel, who’s looking a little tense herself, if you don’t mind my say--”
Stems went up on tiptoe only to shoot in low in search of a Double Leg Takedown that the Gorgeous Gangster avoided by twisting out of the way. “She’s a bit on edge.” the big brunette admitted after they’d reset. “She tends to get that way when someone tries to take what we’ve worked so hard for.”
Veronica’s dark eyes flashed for just a moment. “We’ve been working hard too, Daisy. Racked up plenty of victories to earn this shot and that was before McGinty started running her mouth and got--”
CRAAAACK! Val paintbrushed the former World Champion’s cheek with a quick Slap that earned a low ‘Oooooooohhhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
“Watch your mouth, Treymane. And don’t call me daisNNGGGHH!”
Veronica slapped her right back, the force of it twisting Stems’ head to the side only for her to snap back, the Angeleno’s eyes tossing sparks in the wake of that abrupt escalation. “We put in the work to get here, Valerie. You’re going to have to do the work if you want to send us to the back of the--”
Stipanovic lunged forward, sweeping the big blonde into a Collar & Elbow that forced Treymane to cede several steps before she threw a leg back and planted it like a kickstand. Undeterred by this resistance, Valerie pushed even harder, the Willowy Warrior clearly willing to tummy up on her opposition to keep the Tag Team gold. “We brushed you aside on our way to these titles.” Val muttered as she continued to pour it on. “Tonight we’ll knock you on your asses to keep DAMMIT!”
Treymane could’ve twisted her hips to reverse the pressure and send Stipanovic tromping into an empty corner so it spoke volumes that she instead rolled her shoulders and simply plowed forward to reclaim the ground Val had taken earlier. She took all that and a whole lot more, the Pinstripe Powerhouse just marching her taller opponent across the squared circle until Stipanovic felt the buckles at her back and butt. A single deep breath would’ve put blonde and brunette chest to chest but that didn’t stop Treymane from brazenly chesting in on the trapped Titan.
“You beat us once, Stems.” Veronica growled. “But you didn’t break us. And you sure as hell can’t intimidate us. Keep trying that tactic and I promise we’re going to kick your asses--”
“Break.” Valerie threaded her right foot over the bottom rope to get the ref’s attention.
‘Ronnie didn’t much appreciate the interruption, so rather than finish her thought she just leaned in a little tighter, the Gorgeous Gangster forcing Valerie to carry every ounce of her weight while Al (who, in correctly reading the mood, hadn’t even bothered to ask for a break) counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Treymane broke the clench and stepped back, raising her hands to shoulder level as she did--SMACK! Stipanovic created some more separation with a huge two-handed shove, then followed it with a huge Bytch Slap and a rough handful of blonde hair! Going straight for the corner she’d just escaped, Val kicked her right foot up and set it against the top turnbuckle so she could DRIVE Treymane’s forehead into the toe of her boot! Such a shot wasn’t enough to take Veronica off her feet, but it stunned the blonde long enough for Stipanovic to muscle her into the corner back-first.
A single whip-crack Knife Edge Chop earned a loud ‘WOOO!’ from those assembled and fuzzed Treymane’s radar to the point that she didn’t notice Stems slinging her left arm over the top rope. That all changed when Valerie grabbed hold of that wrist and tugged down while simultaneously wedging the sole of her boot against the shelf of her opponent’s jaw, Stipanovic’s vaunted pins damned near straight up and down as she throttled her thrashing, red-faced challenger!
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsJpnassQms
“Yeah Val, teach her some respect! Teach her some freakin’ respect!” Mariel called from the Incorporated side of the ring. “Let’s see how sassy she can get with a boot in her mouth!”
The brunette’s only answer was to tug a little more on Treymane’s wrist and grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiind a little harder, her rough treatment continuing until Al hurried over and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!” Stems drew away with a full second to spare but rather than clear off she grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the middle strand on her foe’s left side. This elevated platform allowed for easy delivery of no less than half a dozen short, angry kicks, the white-clad battler apparently trying to stomp a mudhole in Treymane’s cheek!
STEP UP HEAD KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFl_LPyNwNE
“C’mon Al, get her out of there!” Lily called from across a long stretch of canvas. “Enforce the break, dammit!”
Carpenter didn’t need the extra prompting, he’d already begun a second count, one that went all the way to ‘FOUR!’ Val hopped down from the ropes and kept her hands up long enough to satisfy the zebra, but then she was right back on Veronica, the brunette reclaiming her opponent’s left wrist to peel her off the buckles and shoot her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Stems followed along hot on her heels, thus ensuing she was right there to greet the challenger with a Big Boot to the chops as soon as she bounced out of the-- ‘Ronnie got both hands up and swatted the Angeleno’s foot away to prevent another taste of sole food! The deflection knocked Val off balance and into a three-point stance that put her back to Treymane just until she started to ris--“NNNNGGGHH!”
The Magnificent Moll clipped the base of Stipanovic’s skull with a falling Bionic Elbow that dropped the leggy battler back to all fours! “You want to roughhouse, huh Daisy?” Veronica grunted down at her woozy adversary. “I can do that too, no problem.” Stems didn’t need proof of the blonde’s claim but Treymane provided it by catching the penitent wrestler’s nose between the lowest knuckles of her index and middle fingers, a blunt, mean-spirited pincer that made Valerie yowling in pain as she clambered to her feet.
Switching over to a Wristlock before Al could complain (or Stipanovic could escape) the Pinstripe Powerhouse reeled her foe into a quick Kneelift, then pivoted her toward the Noir corner and sent her off with an Irish Whip. Burlingame saw her coming and stepped away to keep clear of any offensive maneuvers the Angeleno had in mind but she needn’t have worried because Valerie only whipped around and BWUNGED against the buckles back-first! Treymane followed along a few seconds later and offered a hand to the Star Strider, who clapped herself in with the first tag of the contest.
Not that Treymane immediately took her leave, heavens no. Instead she grabbed the middle rope on either side of the champion and used them to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the trio of Shoulderblocks she thum-thum-THUMPED into Val’s trim tummy! As for Lily, she’d already vaulted into the squared circle and raced to the far corner. This wasn’t to taunt Mariel (at least not solely) but to ensure a suitably long runway when she whipped ‘round and headed back the way she’d came, the former Lightweight Champion building up a truly meteoric head of steam before she sprang over Veronica’s bowed back to THAWHUMP! a massive Double Kneelift into Val’s fluttering chest!
The lanky brunette was rocked to her core by the former Cherry Bomb exploding into her modest bosom. Lily’s abbreviated legs extended from their tuck as she settled atop her tag partner in an Electric Chair position. Ronnie backpedaled with Burlingame seated on her shoulders, Burlingame pumping a fist at the roaring crowd.
The challengers reversed as one unit, together dwarfing the dazed Valerie. Stems staggered out on rubbery legs, reaching the middle of the ring before face-planting into the deck, halfway to the extended arm of her flaxen-haired partner.
A confused Al watched silently as Noir moved next to the splayed facedown Stipanovic. Val absently rolled to her back, unaware the Cosmic partners were still acting as one. Lily rose from her seat, her boot soles precariously balancing on Treymane’s shoulders, Veronica supporting her at the ankles. The one-time Lightweight Champion leapt off her teammate, flipping through the air with the greatest of ease and CRASHING across the long expanse of Valerie’s midriff to demolish it with a 450 Splash.
Valerie jackknifed around the Star Strider’s impact, a huge exhale bursting from her lips. She faded dreamily to the deck, Lily scooping one of her foe’s endless lower limbs into a Cradle and waiting for victory with Carpenter’s slaps of the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Angeleno spasmed, her shoulders thrust off the deck with Al’s hand on the way down for the final tap. Carpenter leapt to his feet with two fingers raised then went about the business of escorting Veronica to the sidelines.
The budget-sized Burlingame was on her feet at Val’s, grasping an ankle and raising Stems’ left leg high. She pounded a half-dozen stomps into Valerie’s hammy, drawing winces from the champion as Stems unsuccessfully tried to break her limb free. With the leg in her possession, Lily took to the air again, flipping forward and buggywhipping the limb with an uncomfortable half-matchbook stretch, releasing when the dark-haired munchkin hit mat.
A yelping Val grasped her aching gam with both hands, working at her abused hamstring. She pushed to her feet as the momentum of Burlingame’s somersault put Lily instantly back on her horse.
A hobbled, but vertical Valerie limped toward her corner only to have a sprinting Lily leap into a Dropkick of the same injured stem. Stipanovic crumpled to the canvas short of her goal, mewling and cradling her battered leg close. The Roseate Rocket stood between her and Mariel, McGinty calling over the challenger’s shoulder, giving her Amazonian partner words of encouragement and Burlingame not so idle threats.
The woman who’d won her team this opportunity spun on a dime, leaping into another perfect Dropkick, thrusting her boots into Legs’ chest and sending Mariel flying to the floor! McGinty crumpled in a heap, the FAWNatics losing their shyt over the success of the contenders, particularly the fighter whose size did not measure up, but whose fight clearly did.
With McGinty trying to regain her bearings below, Lily turned back to a rising Stipanovic, the brunette having made it to all fours. Burlingame coolly lifted off beside her foe and landed a Double-Stomp to the base of Valerie’s backbone, flattening the titleholder to the canvas. Already on her way to home base, a delighted Lily slapped Ronnie’s extended hand, tagging in the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
Carpenter sighed in relief as Burlingame exited with the entrance of her counterpart, Cosmic Noir keeping things legal. The entry of Treymane upgraded Cosmic Noir’s past success quotient to former World Champion from former Light. She strode to a groaning Stipanovic, Val wobbling on her haunches, throwing out a palm to silently request more recovery time. Ronnie wasn’t interested in providing it, snatching the wrist of the proffered limb and yanking Stems to her feet.
She aimed the reeling champion at Noir’s corner, pivoting and tossing the long, lean grappler away with an Irish Whip. The lengthy legs of Stipanovic ate the space in a hurry and she turned into a spine-wrecking collision with the buckles. A cringing Valerie stumbled out of the corner, headlong into a surging, spinning Ronnie who nearly removed Val’s head from her shoulders with a flash of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAYtGcj_Jc
Valerie’s head snapped away from the impact and the long frame of the brunette followed behind, Stipanovic seemingly out cold from the Lightning strike.
Treymane dove atop the splayed Stems, the crowd holding its collective breath as Carpenter rapped on the deck for the title-changing…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, something deep inside the Angeleno pushed a surge of adrenaline through her and Val’s weapons kicked her free of the pinning predicament, leaving an astonished Modern-Day Moll wondering how her foe survived.
From the Noir corner, Lily cheered on her partner, shouting at Ronnie to give her more. Treymane nodded in agreement, pushing Val to her chest and climbing aboard perpendicular to the brunette’s shoulders.
With Mariel fruitlessly screaming at her Incorporated partner to get out of Dodge, Veronica maneuvered into her flawlessly fatal Noirevoir, the blonde Destroyer scissoring Val’s right arm while slipping her body under her foe’s left and hauling back, threatening to break both of Stipanovic’s arms and her spine simultaneously.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
With a fretting McGinty watching between a cage of her own fingers, a drained Val vainly tried to hold on. Mariel could risk the belts no longer. She slipped through the cables and delivered a stomp to the back of Veronica’s braincase, breaking the hold.
A released but stricken Stems slumped facedown as Al berated the golden-maned titleholder, demanding McGinty get back to her corner. Burlingame wasn’t waiting to see if Carpenter could do the job, entering and sprinting toward the Gamazon, only to EAT a Big Boot from Mariel, the Star Strider providing nearly all the momentum in her own demolition. Lily back-flipped through the connection, ending facedown herself, stereo brunettes down and nearly out.
The upright and upset Veronica NAILED Mariel with a European Uppercut, putting Legs on her heels. The Neo-Noir Knockout attempted to follow-up but Carpenter snuck between, determined to keep the match from turning into a free-for-all, at least this early. Ronnie pulled her punch a few inches from the tip of Al’s beak.
“Are you f’n crazy?” Treymane blurted.
“Stayin’ in this job? I must be.”
Suddenly the ref’s face was replaced by McGinty’s in Treymane’s view as Mariel shoved the man aside, grabbed Veronica by the ears and SLAMMED her forehead into the bridge of Treymane’s nose, delivering the Powerhouse to her backside. Ronnie looks up in a daze at the pink-clad Gamazon, holding the bridge of her nose with a pained look.
“Damn it, Mariel,” Carpenter complained.
“Just shut it,” the blonde replied. “I’ll get your match back under control.”
Hoping against hope, Al let Mariel move to the center and peel the deflated Valerie off the canvas. She led her partner to the Leggs, Inc. corner leaning the tower into the buckles chest-first. Slipping through the strands, McGinty tapped her teammate’s shoulder to make herself legal. Just in time as it turns out, as a snarling Veronica arrived to CRUSH Stems from behind under a Pinstripe Pancake of an Avalanche Splash.
As Stipanovic meltED to her knees, seemingly praying to the middle buckle, the near six-foot titlist slipped into the squared circle and drove a toe kick DEEP into the gut of the turning challenger. Dark eyes bulging, Ronnie was doubled at the waist and gasping. She’s pulled into a rough Front Facelock from whence the Gamazon kicked her left leg in reverse then swung it forward like a pendulum to sweep herself off her feet and PLANT the crown of Veronica’s skull into the canvas with a Leg Swing DDT.
LEG SWING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=m8hQQpiQk6s
The Gorgeous Gangster tumbled heels over head and ended in a wide, motionless spreadeagle, staring blankly at the rafters. Seated a few feet from the gobsmacked blonde, Mariel dramatically wiped her hands and spun to a full body press cover, McGinty bracketing Ronnie’s head with her arms.
“Count this second-rate Daisy out,” McGinty demanded and Al got to it, hitting the canvas for the…
ONE..,.
TWO…
“NNNGGGHHH!”
Mariel was blown off her prone perch somewhere between ‘TWO!’ and ‘THREE!’ when Lily rushed in not with some pinpoint Splash or Dropkick, but a low flying Shoulderblock that caught the pink-clad blonde squarely amidships!
“Dammit Lily, back to your corner!” Al ordered the challenger as she got up and went for McGinty.
Burlingame looked less than thrilled by the command, but she raised her hands overhead, then put ‘em together for Treymane as she retreated to the buckles. “C’mon ‘Ronnie, you got this!” she encouraged. “String bean’s nothing but a cheap-shotting brat!”
Mariel almost went after the heiress then and there, but tonight’s stakes weighed heavily on her mind and ultimately she twined both hands in Veronica’s hair. Planting a foot on the canvas and her other knee in the small of Treymane’s back, McGinty puuuuuuuuulled up on her opponent’s hair with such scalp-straining enthusiasm that it bent the Magnificent Moll’s upper body off the mat in a particularly catty twist on the Camel Clutch. Carpenter warned her about the illegal grip within moments, alas, McGinty ignored him in favor of skidding Treymane around so she was pointed at the Noir corner.
“See this, short stuff?” Mariel halved the hair-hold to point at, then paintbrush Veronica’s pained features. “She can’t hang with us and she’s the size of an ACTUAL person. So keep your ass out if you know what’s good for you!” Al’d just about reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count by that point so Legs gave ‘Ronnie’s hair one final yank, then drove her forehead down onto the mat with an insidious THUNK!
Treymane groaned pitiably but didn’t roll over, her ring awareness still strong enough to deny the Towering Titan an easy cover. That was about the only thing she was in position to deny Mariel and even that was stripped away when the Slippery Rock Siren shoveled her over with a domineering shove. A handful of shoulder-straps tugged Treymane to all fours and kept her glued in place while McGinty stood up and stepped over the challenger’s exposed noggin to apply a Standing Headscissors. “Hey, now you’ve got an idea of how small your punk-ass partner felt when I was whipping her ass!” Mariel chided after she’d bent down and collected Veronica’s wrists in either hand.
The pressure exerted by McGinty’s thighs ensured Treymane couldn’t shake her head ‘no’, so she waggled an index finger to signal her denial when Al asked for a submission. To Mariel she grunted, “Grrrhhhh… as I recall it was your narrow ass that got kicked last month. Spanked pretty good tooRRRRHHHHHHH!”
“TAP OUT!” McGinty demanded as she poured even more power into the skull-crushing Scissors. “I mean it Treymane, don’t make me put you on the WHOAH!” She would’ve said ‘shelf’ if the Dangerous Dame hadn’t slid a knee into place and thrown off Mariel’s balance. Not at all interested in finding out if Veronica could hoist her into the Electric Chair as easily as she had Lily, McGinty hopped in place to bounce her pert backside against the other blonde’s shoulders. It took two more quick Butt Bombs to set ‘Ronnie back in place but once Legs had her where she wanted she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the deck with a Scissored Facebuster!
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg
Rolling to a seat with Treymane still caught between those powerful pins, Mariel leaned forward over the other blonde, caught her left leg behind the knee and leaned back in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica shot a shoulder off the mat, McGinty’s pinning predicament not prison enough to sentence the Gorgeous Gangster to defeat. Treating Burlingame to a cold sneer when the heiress cheered her partner’s escape, Mariel snatched a handful of hair and pulled Treymane into a Side Headlock for easier transport to the leggier side of the ring. “How ya feelin’, Val?” she called to the Angeleno. “Ready to double team this wannabe tuff girl?”
Stipanovic nodded as she flexed her injured leg. “Might need a couple quick tags, but yeah, let’s show her how a real team gets things done.”
Delighted to do just that, McGinty strode over to the champs’ corner and bwung-bwung-BWUNGED Veronica’s noggin against the top turnbuckle a few times to ensure there was no noirish sass when she tagged Stems into the match. Slipping through the ropes rather than climb over them, Stipanovic threw a Back Elbow into Treymane’s chin on general principle, then grabbed a wrist while Mariel did the same. Quite aware of the official’s standing five count, Leggs Inc. stepped away in stereo, dropped a shoulder and sent their opponent into the strands courtesy an Irish Whip. ‘Ronnie bounced out and returned to the middle of the ring, unfortunately the only thing waiting for her was a quick trip into the stratosphere compliments of Mariel and Val. Halting Treymane’s progress with a pair of palms to the chest, blonde and brunette put their free hands to Veronica’s rump and muscled her up, up, up and then all the way DOWN with a ring-rattling Double Spinebuster!
TOWER OF TERROR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8y0I3KVn1E
McGinty made straight for her corner to ensure there was nothing to distract Al from counting the pin when Val pounced on Treymane with a snug Crossbody.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
‘Ronnie forced Stipanovic away with a heartbeat to spare, meaning Lily (who’d vaulted over the ropes an instant prior) returned to the corner without drawing attention from the zebra. Stems noted the encroachment and fixed the heiress with a dark look. “Don’t even think about it, Lily. You don’t want any of this.”
Lily shook her head, clearly frustrated by her inability to rejoin the action. “Oh, I want everything you can dish out, Val. Your knee though, I’m not sure it wants anymore of me.”
Valerie began to answer only to turn her attention to Treymane when the big blonde struggled to a seat. Catching a Wristlock to help Veronica back to boot-leather, Stipanovic reeled the Pinstripe Powerhouse into a Side Headlock of her own and pumped a few Kneelifts into Treymane’s midsection. Veronica ‘oooofffhed’, punched Stems in the small of the back, then put her hand to that same spot and shot her into the ropNOOOO!
“That’s right, get her back over here, Val!” Mariel was all smiles and applause when her partner clamped down on the Headlock and marched / dragged their opponent back to the Leggs corner. McGinty tagged herself in, rejoined the fray and fired a Toe Kick into the other blonde’s flank so she could welcome Treymane into a Front Facelock. Valerie mirrored her partner and with Veronica’s head firmly under their control they backpedaled to the center of the squared circle and swung around to face Lily.
“Remember what I said last month?” Mariel taunted. “March to War was a fluke. And so are you, Burlingame.”
Neither Val or Lily (or Veronica for that matter) had anything to say, so the Tag Team Champions each grabbed a wrist and slung Treymane’s arms over their shoulders. After that they caught hold of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s trunks at each hip, then dipped their knees and muscled her into the sky for a Vertical Supl-- Veronica drew her knees to chest-level, pistoned a Mule Kick into the aether and swung her legs down to lay out on her back to THWA-THWONK! Mariel and Val into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a two for one DDT!
McGinty and Stipanovic rolled forward in almost identical somersaults, with the former quickly slopping to her back and the latter barrel-rolling under the bottom rope to the floor below. Not that Treymane fared much better, she was stretched out on shoulder and hip with one hand pressed to her throbbing back.
“C’MON VERONICA!” Lily called to her friend as she bounced on the bottom rope. “’C’MON GIRL, I’M RIGHT HERE! JUST GET UP AND TAG ME!”
It appeared the Gorgeous Gangster’s ingenuity and strength may not go fully rewarded when Mariel rose to a seated position before Ronnie could fully push to all fours. But the daze clouding McGinty’s gray matter kept her there until her flaxen-haired foe began crawling to the encouragement from Burlingame.
Realizing too late, Mariel dove for an ankle of the retreating Treymane but came up short as Veronica likewise leapt from her hands and knees to tag the outstretched hand of the Star Strider.
Lily used the top strand to hop over and charge the rising champion. An effective Clothesline out of the question with their size differential, Lily NAILED the Gamazon with a Dropkick to the chest. The lanky blonde grappler was put on her heels, backpedaling several steps, but she remained upright, if staggered.
Undeterred, Burlingame kipped to her feet and DROVE a Side Kick into Mariel’s left knee, bringing her down to size, Mariel genuflecting. Sprinting through a quick loop, the racing Roseate Rocket used McGinty’s raised knee to THWAP a perfectly-placed Shining Wizard into Legs’ right temple and send her tumbling the rest of the way to the canvas.
Perhaps letting her adrenaline get the best of her, Burlingame spotted Val reaching vertical on the outside and she’s off like a shot to the ropes opposite Stems. Rebounding, the diminutive brunette flew between the upper and middle cables and CRASHED into the chest of the oblivious champ with a Suicide Dive. The force of her impact sent Stipanovic clattering into the steel guardrail behind her, the metal dissecting her lower backbone and sending her skidding down the divider, pooling at its base.
Burlingame, having landed on her feet after the collision, scrambled back into the ring as a wobbly Mariel tried to get her feet beneath her. Eschewing an immediate direct attack, she headed for the nearest corner and ascended. Quickly at the top of Leggs, Inc’s home base, she measured a turning McGinty, Mariel unaware someone other than her partner occupied the corner.
Judging the launch time, Lily sprang into a Crossbody of the dazed McGinty and SPLASHED Legs to the canvas with the powerful pounce. But what initially appeared success became less so when McGinty rolled through the impact with Burlingame strapped across her chest! Showing her strength, Mariel rose with a squirming Lily still perpendicular across her torso. McGinty gathered her reserves and PLANTED Burlingame to the mat with a ring-rattling Fallaway Slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
Lily rolled to a stop, grimacing as she reached for the base of her spine. A huffing Mariel turned to view what her size advantage wrought then strode to Burlingame, reaching the brunette and snatching her hair.
“Up, munchkin!” McGinty demanded, drawing the lightweight to her feet.
Mariel pivoted and HEAVED Lily across the ring, Burlingame finally rolling to a stop when she met the corner about twenty feet from her starting point. Dark eyes spinning, the Maroon Missile wasn’t unfamiliar taking to the skies, but not quite in this extremely less graceful manner. She used the buckles to climb to her feet in front of a charging McGinty who elevated, ready to BURY little Lily in a Gamazon-sized tidal wave.
But Burlingame threw her body out of the way and Mariel found only buckles on her return to earth. McGinty’s body boomeranged out of the corner. With the blonde doubled as she staggered, it proves the perfect opportunity for Burlingame to race alongside and grab Mariel’s noggin in a Side Headlock, surge forward, and DRIVE McGinty’s forehead into the canvas with a Running Bulldog.
Lily shoved the insensate blonde to her back and climbed aboard in a Crossbody pin, McGinty’s legs too long for the Star Strider to hook. The challenger remained flat across the champ’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mariel tossed Lily off with a bench press, pushing Burlingame back to a standing position.
Flustered for a moment as the powerful Gamazon began to rise, Burlingame gutted McGinty with a Toe Kick to the tummy before she could reach her full height. With the blonde’s body bent and her head lowered, Lily tugged it between her thighs, seemingly determined to prove she’s as strong as any of the three Destroyers with which she’s sharing the ring.
Wrapping her arms around Mariel’s waist, she grunted deeply and, INCREDIBLY, flipped McGinty up her body, trying to catch her in a crucifix high above to send Mariel in a most unexpected trip to Splash Mountain.
But Burlingame’s appetite was bigger than her body could handle and Mariel dropped to the deck back to back with Lily almost instantly when the Star Strider attempted to press her up. McGinty reflexively swung a Backfist as she turned to her foe, but it swiped fruitlessly overhead. The former Cherry Bomb sprinted to the ropes in front of her and rebounded toward the waiting champion.
Mariel reached for the approaching Lily, but Burlingame peeled off a Baseball Slide between the blonde’s legs. The challenger popped to her feet and raced to the next set of ropes, returning at a breakneck pace. She found Mariel dipping to send her to the moon with a Back Body Drop but was able to leapfrog over the Gamazon’s lowered frame and on the Crimson Comet flew. She U-turned for a third time, only to meet an emphatic stop sign when Lily tried to one too many leapfrogs and was deposited with a vertebrae-altering spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 1:01
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KG_Nw1HtPdQ
A huffing Mariel passed on a pinning attempt. Instead she wearily pushed to her feet and hit the ropes like her diminutive foe. But it’s a different trip for the Gamazon as she hopped to the middle rope, briefly grabbing the top, then spins into a Springboard Leg Drop that guillotined across the throat of the waylaid Lily.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
A spent but beaming Legs smiled as she left her weaponry draped across Burlingame’s throat and shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
An encroaching Veronica broke the count with Carpenter’s palm a few inches off the canvas, landing a Double Axhandle blow to the back of Mariel’s skull.
The ref’s admonition of Treymane was quite stern, yet apparently not up to Valerie Stipanovic’s exacting standards as she rushed in and started hammering punches off the Gorgeous Gangster’s noggin before she’d regained her footing. “You want to throw punches, little girl?” Val growled, her pace growing more intense as the blonde raised a sturdy guard. “You want to hang with the champs? Well you better bring better than this weak OOOOFFFFHHHRRGGGHH!”
‘Ronnie went low to stuff a shoulder into Stems’ belly while simultaneously threading her arms around Val’s upper thighs. Simply plowing forward would’ve taken the Angeleno off her feet, but Treymane hoisted the towering bendy-back into the air and bull rushed the both of ‘em to and then through the ropes, that impromptu Spear culminating in an ugly THWHUMP on the barely-padded concrete floor.
Registering Val and Veronica’s battle only in how it related to her ongoing campaign against the Crimson Comet, Mariel pounded a vengeful Double Axehandle into the pit of Lily’s stomach, then snatched a double handful of hair when Burlingame sat up retching. “I cannot believe you actually thought you could Powerbomb me!” McGinty scoffed after she’d hauled the former Lightweight Champion to her feet. “I’d almost call it audacious if it wasn’t so damned insulting. I don’t like being insulted, shrimp. So I’m going to make sure you don’t do it again.”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you arrogant brat.” Burlingame groaned. “I’m going to love cutting you down to OOFFFHH!”
Mariel actually took the smaller wrestler of her feet with a single Kneelift, but her stern grip on Lily’s hair ensured the brunette couldn’t even crumple to a knee, let alone all fours. With the Maroon Meteor reduced to a blessedly sass-free state, Legs charged toward the champs’ corner and BWUUUNGED her foe’s forehead against the top turnbuckle! Lily jolted from top to bottom but still didn’t leave her feet until Mariel wedged her head beneath the challenger’s left arm and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle facing the audience.
“Hey look, now you can enjoy the view of a real person!” McGinty chided right before she LIT INTO Lily’s back with a flurry of Knife-Edge Chops and Overhand Slaps! Lily cried out in pain, threw a blind Back Elbow that caromed offa Mariel’s chin, then paid for the defiance when the Towering Titan THWHACKED a flawless high kick off the side of her skull!
“Yeah that’s right, you’re not safe on the top rope, shorty! These legs can get you anywhere!” Mariel told her slumped prey as she stepped out onto the apron and began to climb the ring-post. Legs wasn’t known for her high risk offense, but the reason for this diversion became apparent when she claimed the other side of the post and wedged Lily’s noggin between her thighs. Beaming as the crowd murmured, then rumbled, McGinty wrapped both arms around her rival’s waist and swung her up onto the point of one shoulder whereupon she carefully switched over to a grip on the heiress’ biceps. The rumble became a full-throated roar when Mariel set her feet on the second strand and stood up with Lily dangling above her in a mile high Crucifix! “This is the only time in your life where you’ll ever be taller than me, short-stuff!” McGinty told Burlingame over the cacophonous crowd noise. “I hope you enjoy it!”
Mariel boosted the brunette just a little bit higher before she tossed her forward and leapt into the void, Legs looking to put Lily through the mat with an Avalanche Crucifix PowerboNOOOOOOO! The Star Strider caught her legs around Mariel’s head mid-descent and torqued her hips as hard as she could to flip the big blonde over and more importantly down, McGinty just THAWHAMMING to the deck courtesy of that Avalanche Frankensteiner!
Mariel hit the mat and went rolling, the gobsmacked champion tumbling to the edge of the ring and possibly OUT of it if Veronica Treymane hadn’t dove under the bottom rope and shoved her back at a frantically scrambling Lily! Hooking both legs in the tightest bundle she could muster, Burlingame folded Mariel in half and nodded along with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
This time it was Valerie saving the match for her team as the white-clad Angeleno broke away from her skirmish with Veronica long enough to dive under the bottom rope and shove Lily out of the pin!
“So close, squirt.” Stems barked at the woozy Lightweight. “Too bad you’re still so far from the golHEY WHOOAAAH!”
Treymane reached in, grabbed hold of Stipanovic’s ankles and dragged her out so quickly it gave the taller wrestler an unpleasant case of mat burn! “You goddamned pest!” Valerie growled in Veronica’s ear as they met for another aggressive clench. “I’ll teach you to stay out of our way if it NNNGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame piled onto that abraded tummy with a quick Kneelift, then twisted around to Valerie’s left side and threw her right arm across the brunette’s shoulders. She threaded her right leg around Stipanovic’s left leg immediately thereafter and snapped backward to BWANG! the back of Stems’ head and shoulders into the steel guardrail! The force of that collision bruised several shins in the front row and left both ladies seeing stars while they gazed up at a match that might as well have been taking place a million miles away.
Back in the squared circle, Lily hauled Mariel to boot-leather with several hard yanks on a captured wrist. Taking a giant step backward as soon as the blonde was upright, Burlingame dropped a hip only to find herself flying in the opposite direction thanks to a yank from the Slippery Rock native! Far closer to the strands than she’d realized, Lily didn’t have enough time to turn around, so she leapt over the strands to land on the apron. Infuriated by the Lightweight’s freakish agility, McGinty charged the edge and fired a Forearm Smash at her foe’s chi--“NNNGGGH!”
Lily hopped up and drove both knees into Mariel’s elbow to rebuke the strike in a most painful fashion! The big blonde staggered away clutching her arm, thus giving Burlingame enough time to take to the skies again, Lily vaulting to the top rope and from there to a headlong dive that snagged McGinty’s noggin in a Front Facelock and THAWHONKED it into the mat with a ridiculous DDT!
720 DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoVK68tNr40
Stretched out like a starfish in the wake of that concussive head drop, Mariel didn’t so much as twitch while Burlingame scrambled to the nearest corner and jumped to the top rope. Facing the ring by the time she touched down, the Crimson Comet blasted off yet again, her ascent to the heavens marked by the corkscrewing headfirst back-flip that was the hallmark of her Cherry War--“GUUUUHHH!” Mariel didn’t have the energy to roll out of the way, so she drew her knees up across her chest to ensure a most painful landing for the challenger!
Absorbing every bit of Burlingame’s hundred and ten pounds was far from pleasant in her current condition but the landing was infinitely worse for the little brunette, who bounced away like her foe’s knees were spring-loaded. Struggling to her feet while the heiress was still clutching her ribs and gagging, McGinty collapsed against the ropes and grunted, “How’s that feeling, ya little twerp? Let’s see you land on your feet after…” Mariel’s jaw clacked shut, her teeth audibly grinding as she watched Burlingame get to her-- ‘OOOOHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when McGinty charged across the ring and turned the former Lightweight Champion inside out with a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPVgl9R3EGc
“GET UP! GET UP, DAMN YOU!” Mariel bellowed down at Lily even as she was hauling her up with two massive handfuls of hair. “COME ON SHORTY, I WANT TO SEE YOU LAND ON YOUR FEET! DON’T YOU ALWAYS LAND ON YOUR FEET?!”
No answer from Burlingame which only incensed the blonde that much more.
“Ok little girl, if you can’t land on your feet, I’m going to plant you on your head!”
Forcing Lily away with an angry shove, Mariel ran and leapt, the pink-clad champion stretching out her right leg like a horizontal guillotine that caught Lily flush across the neck and THAWHAMMED her down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
FAMELEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOn7S-TveSE
Folded into an insensate matchbook by the Famelegger, Burlingame couldn’t stretch out in time to stop McGinty from taking a seat atop her upturned calves which also ensured she was powerless to stop the champ from swatting her butt in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“YEAH BABY!” Mariel echoed the bell with a hard double slap to Burlingame’s pinking bottom, then treated the Incorporated fans to a svelte bicep flex when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… LEGGS INCORPORATED!”
On the outside, Veronica held a shellshocked Valerie up by her dark locks, leaning the ragged winner into the apron to help keep her upright.
“You want to celebrate? Or you want to take your partner to the ER?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse shouted over the crowd. “Slap that ass one more time and I can tell you which. Get off her. Now!”
Her moment atop the remnants of the little brat soiled, Mariel rose and lett Lily unfold beneath her, Burlingame splayed and sputtering to semi-consciousness. McGinty held up her palms, extending them.
“Let’s make a trade, bytch,” the champion offered.
Legs sank her nails into Lily’s scalp and peeled the ragdolled Rocket to rubbery legs. She walked Ronnie’s dazed partner toward the near six feet of her equally stupefied teammate.
“One…two…three!” McGinty shouted, tossing what’s left of Lily over the top rope.
Veronica released Stipanovic to catch the Star Strider like a babe in her arms. Meanwhile, Mariel grabbed a wrist of the burbling Val and tugged her in under the bottom rope, quickly helping Stems to her feet. McGinty let her fellow titleholder lean into her as she accepted the belts from Carpenter, Al slinging them over a shoulder as the blonde’s otherwise occupied.
“Back to the end of the line, losers!” Mariel screamed at Ronnie as the Gorgeous Gangster carefully placed Burlingame’s boot soles on the concrete and helped her friend toward the back.
“And when Little Miss Bite-Size wakes up, ask her how the real world tastes!”
McGinty softly tapped Valerie’s cheek to rouse her, Stpanovic showing the aftereffects of losing the brawl on the outside. Val tried to woozily celebrate Leggs, Inc’s continued titleholding, but the mood’s been broken. Mariel hands Val her hardware and, shoulder to shoulder, McGinty supporting throughout, the incorporated champs left the ring unceremoniously, their groove crushed.
Still, the silver lining remained. Burlingame’s been disposed of and Cosmic Noir sent into the backwaters of tag team irrelevance.
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the longtime friends turned tag team partners.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Lily waved a hand for the Star Gazers, then curled it into a fist and bumped knuckles with the Magnificent Moll. “Ready to tie those legs in knots, ‘Ronnie?”
Treymane raised the replica Thompson and angled it over one shoulder. “Or relieve them of about twenty pounds of leather and gold. Whichever comes first.”
“One will lead to the other, trust me.”
Lily raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Roseate Rocket in the lead by a few steps..
For tonight’s golden opportunity against the Towering Gamazons, Lily sported a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the red replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt also gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Star Strider went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Posing together for the hard camera, blonde and brunette urged the crowd to even greater noise before they turned their attention to the stage and the Incorporated titleholders waiting just beyond the curtain.
With Cosmic Noir in position to shoot their shot against Incorporated champions, the lights lowered. 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. The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and the gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The champions’ anthem wasn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turned to each other and glided hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each was done, their pert cheeks were pointed high. Up the hands trailed, making the looooooong return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerged from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-fived the fans on either side, confident in tonight’s result even if Lily had upset Mariel to earn this opportunity.
The mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reached the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
The blonde was clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette sported a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair chose striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed like the queens of the mountain they were. Reaching the middle of the ring, Noir observing intently, they unstrapped the leather and gold and raised the belts high.
The Announcer broke into the captivating display.
“And introducing their opponents. Weighing in at a combined two hundred and fifty five pounds, hailing from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively… MARIEL…‘LEGS‘…MCGINTY and VALERIE ‘STEMS’ STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen… they are your FAWN Tag Team Champions… LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewarded the hypnotizing duo with a standing ovation that only slowed when Mariel called for a microphone, both Amazons turning from the hard camera to this month’s victims. The blonde raised it to her lips.
“Lil’ Lily. I advise you to let your full-size partner take her best shot because if you enter the ring, I’m going to wrap my legs around you and leave you a shell without the bomb, cherry or otherwise.”
McGinty handed the stick to the official then each Champion offered her belt for safekeeping, laying them over the zebra’s extended arm. Mariel and Val backpedaled to their corner, the friends putting their heads together to discuss last minute strategies.
Champions and challengers were still deep in conversation when the bell sounded, with both Mariel and Lily making animated bids to start the match for their respective teams. Certainly they were just as eager the capacity crowd to renew the hostilities of March to War, yet in the end cooler heads prevailed and Val and ‘Ronnie were able to shoo their partners out onto the apron, tag ropes dutifully in hand.
Eyes on each other as soon as the squared circle was clear, brunette and blonde strode to the middle of the ring and began to circle. “Lily’s looking a little high strung tonight, Veronica.” Stipanovic said after she’d raised her hands to chest-level. “You think you can control her?”
“Don’t need to control her, Val.” Treymane countered. “Just need to point her in the right direction. And that’s right at Mariel, who’s looking a little tense herself, if you don’t mind my say--”
Stems went up on tiptoe only to shoot in low in search of a Double Leg Takedown that the Gorgeous Gangster avoided by twisting out of the way. “She’s a bit on edge.” the big brunette admitted after they’d reset. “She tends to get that way when someone tries to take what we’ve worked so hard for.”
Veronica’s dark eyes flashed for just a moment. “We’ve been working hard too, Daisy. Racked up plenty of victories to earn this shot and that was before McGinty started running her mouth and got--”
CRAAAACK! Val paintbrushed the former World Champion’s cheek with a quick Slap that earned a low ‘Oooooooohhhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
“Watch your mouth, Treymane. And don’t call me daisNNGGGHH!”
Veronica slapped her right back, the force of it twisting Stems’ head to the side only for her to snap back, the Angeleno’s eyes tossing sparks in the wake of that abrupt escalation. “We put in the work to get here, Valerie. You’re going to have to do the work if you want to send us to the back of the--”
Stipanovic lunged forward, sweeping the big blonde into a Collar & Elbow that forced Treymane to cede several steps before she threw a leg back and planted it like a kickstand. Undeterred by this resistance, Valerie pushed even harder, the Willowy Warrior clearly willing to tummy up on her opposition to keep the Tag Team gold. “We brushed you aside on our way to these titles.” Val muttered as she continued to pour it on. “Tonight we’ll knock you on your asses to keep DAMMIT!”
Treymane could’ve twisted her hips to reverse the pressure and send Stipanovic tromping into an empty corner so it spoke volumes that she instead rolled her shoulders and simply plowed forward to reclaim the ground Val had taken earlier. She took all that and a whole lot more, the Pinstripe Powerhouse just marching her taller opponent across the squared circle until Stipanovic felt the buckles at her back and butt. A single deep breath would’ve put blonde and brunette chest to chest but that didn’t stop Treymane from brazenly chesting in on the trapped Titan.
“You beat us once, Stems.” Veronica growled. “But you didn’t break us. And you sure as hell can’t intimidate us. Keep trying that tactic and I promise we’re going to kick your asses--”
“Break.” Valerie threaded her right foot over the bottom rope to get the ref’s attention.
‘Ronnie didn’t much appreciate the interruption, so rather than finish her thought she just leaned in a little tighter, the Gorgeous Gangster forcing Valerie to carry every ounce of her weight while Al (who, in correctly reading the mood, hadn’t even bothered to ask for a break) counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Treymane broke the clench and stepped back, raising her hands to shoulder level as she did--SMACK! Stipanovic created some more separation with a huge two-handed shove, then followed it with a huge Bytch Slap and a rough handful of blonde hair! Going straight for the corner she’d just escaped, Val kicked her right foot up and set it against the top turnbuckle so she could DRIVE Treymane’s forehead into the toe of her boot! Such a shot wasn’t enough to take Veronica off her feet, but it stunned the blonde long enough for Stipanovic to muscle her into the corner back-first.
A single whip-crack Knife Edge Chop earned a loud ‘WOOO!’ from those assembled and fuzzed Treymane’s radar to the point that she didn’t notice Stems slinging her left arm over the top rope. That all changed when Valerie grabbed hold of that wrist and tugged down while simultaneously wedging the sole of her boot against the shelf of her opponent’s jaw, Stipanovic’s vaunted pins damned near straight up and down as she throttled her thrashing, red-faced challenger!
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsJpnassQms
“Yeah Val, teach her some respect! Teach her some freakin’ respect!” Mariel called from the Incorporated side of the ring. “Let’s see how sassy she can get with a boot in her mouth!”
The brunette’s only answer was to tug a little more on Treymane’s wrist and grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiind a little harder, her rough treatment continuing until Al hurried over and started to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!” Stems drew away with a full second to spare but rather than clear off she grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the middle strand on her foe’s left side. This elevated platform allowed for easy delivery of no less than half a dozen short, angry kicks, the white-clad battler apparently trying to stomp a mudhole in Treymane’s cheek!
STEP UP HEAD KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFl_LPyNwNE
“C’mon Al, get her out of there!” Lily called from across a long stretch of canvas. “Enforce the break, dammit!”
Carpenter didn’t need the extra prompting, he’d already begun a second count, one that went all the way to ‘FOUR!’ Val hopped down from the ropes and kept her hands up long enough to satisfy the zebra, but then she was right back on Veronica, the brunette reclaiming her opponent’s left wrist to peel her off the buckles and shoot her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Stems followed along hot on her heels, thus ensuing she was right there to greet the challenger with a Big Boot to the chops as soon as she bounced out of the-- ‘Ronnie got both hands up and swatted the Angeleno’s foot away to prevent another taste of sole food! The deflection knocked Val off balance and into a three-point stance that put her back to Treymane just until she started to ris--“NNNNGGGHH!”
The Magnificent Moll clipped the base of Stipanovic’s skull with a falling Bionic Elbow that dropped the leggy battler back to all fours! “You want to roughhouse, huh Daisy?” Veronica grunted down at her woozy adversary. “I can do that too, no problem.” Stems didn’t need proof of the blonde’s claim but Treymane provided it by catching the penitent wrestler’s nose between the lowest knuckles of her index and middle fingers, a blunt, mean-spirited pincer that made Valerie yowling in pain as she clambered to her feet.
Switching over to a Wristlock before Al could complain (or Stipanovic could escape) the Pinstripe Powerhouse reeled her foe into a quick Kneelift, then pivoted her toward the Noir corner and sent her off with an Irish Whip. Burlingame saw her coming and stepped away to keep clear of any offensive maneuvers the Angeleno had in mind but she needn’t have worried because Valerie only whipped around and BWUNGED against the buckles back-first! Treymane followed along a few seconds later and offered a hand to the Star Strider, who clapped herself in with the first tag of the contest.
Not that Treymane immediately took her leave, heavens no. Instead she grabbed the middle rope on either side of the champion and used them to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the trio of Shoulderblocks she thum-thum-THUMPED into Val’s trim tummy! As for Lily, she’d already vaulted into the squared circle and raced to the far corner. This wasn’t to taunt Mariel (at least not solely) but to ensure a suitably long runway when she whipped ‘round and headed back the way she’d came, the former Lightweight Champion building up a truly meteoric head of steam before she sprang over Veronica’s bowed back to THAWHUMP! a massive Double Kneelift into Val’s fluttering chest!
The lanky brunette was rocked to her core by the former Cherry Bomb exploding into her modest bosom. Lily’s abbreviated legs extended from their tuck as she settled atop her tag partner in an Electric Chair position. Ronnie backpedaled with Burlingame seated on her shoulders, Burlingame pumping a fist at the roaring crowd.
The challengers reversed as one unit, together dwarfing the dazed Valerie. Stems staggered out on rubbery legs, reaching the middle of the ring before face-planting into the deck, halfway to the extended arm of her flaxen-haired partner.
A confused Al watched silently as Noir moved next to the splayed facedown Stipanovic. Val absently rolled to her back, unaware the Cosmic partners were still acting as one. Lily rose from her seat, her boot soles precariously balancing on Treymane’s shoulders, Veronica supporting her at the ankles. The one-time Lightweight Champion leapt off her teammate, flipping through the air with the greatest of ease and CRASHING across the long expanse of Valerie’s midriff to demolish it with a 450 Splash.
Valerie jackknifed around the Star Strider’s impact, a huge exhale bursting from her lips. She faded dreamily to the deck, Lily scooping one of her foe’s endless lower limbs into a Cradle and waiting for victory with Carpenter’s slaps of the mat…
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THRNOOOO!
The Angeleno spasmed, her shoulders thrust off the deck with Al’s hand on the way down for the final tap. Carpenter leapt to his feet with two fingers raised then went about the business of escorting Veronica to the sidelines.
The budget-sized Burlingame was on her feet at Val’s, grasping an ankle and raising Stems’ left leg high. She pounded a half-dozen stomps into Valerie’s hammy, drawing winces from the champion as Stems unsuccessfully tried to break her limb free. With the leg in her possession, Lily took to the air again, flipping forward and buggywhipping the limb with an uncomfortable half-matchbook stretch, releasing when the dark-haired munchkin hit mat.
A yelping Val grasped her aching gam with both hands, working at her abused hamstring. She pushed to her feet as the momentum of Burlingame’s somersault put Lily instantly back on her horse.
A hobbled, but vertical Valerie limped toward her corner only to have a sprinting Lily leap into a Dropkick of the same injured stem. Stipanovic crumpled to the canvas short of her goal, mewling and cradling her battered leg close. The Roseate Rocket stood between her and Mariel, McGinty calling over the challenger’s shoulder, giving her Amazonian partner words of encouragement and Burlingame not so idle threats.
The woman who’d won her team this opportunity spun on a dime, leaping into another perfect Dropkick, thrusting her boots into Legs’ chest and sending Mariel flying to the floor! McGinty crumpled in a heap, the FAWNatics losing their shyt over the success of the contenders, particularly the fighter whose size did not measure up, but whose fight clearly did.
With McGinty trying to regain her bearings below, Lily turned back to a rising Stipanovic, the brunette having made it to all fours. Burlingame coolly lifted off beside her foe and landed a Double-Stomp to the base of Valerie’s backbone, flattening the titleholder to the canvas. Already on her way to home base, a delighted Lily slapped Ronnie’s extended hand, tagging in the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
Carpenter sighed in relief as Burlingame exited with the entrance of her counterpart, Cosmic Noir keeping things legal. The entry of Treymane upgraded Cosmic Noir’s past success quotient to former World Champion from former Light. She strode to a groaning Stipanovic, Val wobbling on her haunches, throwing out a palm to silently request more recovery time. Ronnie wasn’t interested in providing it, snatching the wrist of the proffered limb and yanking Stems to her feet.
She aimed the reeling champion at Noir’s corner, pivoting and tossing the long, lean grappler away with an Irish Whip. The lengthy legs of Stipanovic ate the space in a hurry and she turned into a spine-wrecking collision with the buckles. A cringing Valerie stumbled out of the corner, headlong into a surging, spinning Ronnie who nearly removed Val’s head from her shoulders with a flash of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAYtGcj_Jc
Valerie’s head snapped away from the impact and the long frame of the brunette followed behind, Stipanovic seemingly out cold from the Lightning strike.
Treymane dove atop the splayed Stems, the crowd holding its collective breath as Carpenter rapped on the deck for the title-changing…
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THRNOOO!
Again, something deep inside the Angeleno pushed a surge of adrenaline through her and Val’s weapons kicked her free of the pinning predicament, leaving an astonished Modern-Day Moll wondering how her foe survived.
From the Noir corner, Lily cheered on her partner, shouting at Ronnie to give her more. Treymane nodded in agreement, pushing Val to her chest and climbing aboard perpendicular to the brunette’s shoulders.
With Mariel fruitlessly screaming at her Incorporated partner to get out of Dodge, Veronica maneuvered into her flawlessly fatal Noirevoir, the blonde Destroyer scissoring Val’s right arm while slipping her body under her foe’s left and hauling back, threatening to break both of Stipanovic’s arms and her spine simultaneously.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
With a fretting McGinty watching between a cage of her own fingers, a drained Val vainly tried to hold on. Mariel could risk the belts no longer. She slipped through the cables and delivered a stomp to the back of Veronica’s braincase, breaking the hold.
A released but stricken Stems slumped facedown as Al berated the golden-maned titleholder, demanding McGinty get back to her corner. Burlingame wasn’t waiting to see if Carpenter could do the job, entering and sprinting toward the Gamazon, only to EAT a Big Boot from Mariel, the Star Strider providing nearly all the momentum in her own demolition. Lily back-flipped through the connection, ending facedown herself, stereo brunettes down and nearly out.
The upright and upset Veronica NAILED Mariel with a European Uppercut, putting Legs on her heels. The Neo-Noir Knockout attempted to follow-up but Carpenter snuck between, determined to keep the match from turning into a free-for-all, at least this early. Ronnie pulled her punch a few inches from the tip of Al’s beak.
“Are you f’n crazy?” Treymane blurted.
“Stayin’ in this job? I must be.”
Suddenly the ref’s face was replaced by McGinty’s in Treymane’s view as Mariel shoved the man aside, grabbed Veronica by the ears and SLAMMED her forehead into the bridge of Treymane’s nose, delivering the Powerhouse to her backside. Ronnie looks up in a daze at the pink-clad Gamazon, holding the bridge of her nose with a pained look.
“Damn it, Mariel,” Carpenter complained.
“Just shut it,” the blonde replied. “I’ll get your match back under control.”
Hoping against hope, Al let Mariel move to the center and peel the deflated Valerie off the canvas. She led her partner to the Leggs, Inc. corner leaning the tower into the buckles chest-first. Slipping through the strands, McGinty tapped her teammate’s shoulder to make herself legal. Just in time as it turns out, as a snarling Veronica arrived to CRUSH Stems from behind under a Pinstripe Pancake of an Avalanche Splash.
As Stipanovic meltED to her knees, seemingly praying to the middle buckle, the near six-foot titlist slipped into the squared circle and drove a toe kick DEEP into the gut of the turning challenger. Dark eyes bulging, Ronnie was doubled at the waist and gasping. She’s pulled into a rough Front Facelock from whence the Gamazon kicked her left leg in reverse then swung it forward like a pendulum to sweep herself off her feet and PLANT the crown of Veronica’s skull into the canvas with a Leg Swing DDT.
LEG SWING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=m8hQQpiQk6s
The Gorgeous Gangster tumbled heels over head and ended in a wide, motionless spreadeagle, staring blankly at the rafters. Seated a few feet from the gobsmacked blonde, Mariel dramatically wiped her hands and spun to a full body press cover, McGinty bracketing Ronnie’s head with her arms.
“Count this second-rate Daisy out,” McGinty demanded and Al got to it, hitting the canvas for the…
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“NNNGGGHHH!”
Mariel was blown off her prone perch somewhere between ‘TWO!’ and ‘THREE!’ when Lily rushed in not with some pinpoint Splash or Dropkick, but a low flying Shoulderblock that caught the pink-clad blonde squarely amidships!
“Dammit Lily, back to your corner!” Al ordered the challenger as she got up and went for McGinty.
Burlingame looked less than thrilled by the command, but she raised her hands overhead, then put ‘em together for Treymane as she retreated to the buckles. “C’mon ‘Ronnie, you got this!” she encouraged. “String bean’s nothing but a cheap-shotting brat!”
Mariel almost went after the heiress then and there, but tonight’s stakes weighed heavily on her mind and ultimately she twined both hands in Veronica’s hair. Planting a foot on the canvas and her other knee in the small of Treymane’s back, McGinty puuuuuuuuulled up on her opponent’s hair with such scalp-straining enthusiasm that it bent the Magnificent Moll’s upper body off the mat in a particularly catty twist on the Camel Clutch. Carpenter warned her about the illegal grip within moments, alas, McGinty ignored him in favor of skidding Treymane around so she was pointed at the Noir corner.
“See this, short stuff?” Mariel halved the hair-hold to point at, then paintbrush Veronica’s pained features. “She can’t hang with us and she’s the size of an ACTUAL person. So keep your ass out if you know what’s good for you!” Al’d just about reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count by that point so Legs gave ‘Ronnie’s hair one final yank, then drove her forehead down onto the mat with an insidious THUNK!
Treymane groaned pitiably but didn’t roll over, her ring awareness still strong enough to deny the Towering Titan an easy cover. That was about the only thing she was in position to deny Mariel and even that was stripped away when the Slippery Rock Siren shoveled her over with a domineering shove. A handful of shoulder-straps tugged Treymane to all fours and kept her glued in place while McGinty stood up and stepped over the challenger’s exposed noggin to apply a Standing Headscissors. “Hey, now you’ve got an idea of how small your punk-ass partner felt when I was whipping her ass!” Mariel chided after she’d bent down and collected Veronica’s wrists in either hand.
The pressure exerted by McGinty’s thighs ensured Treymane couldn’t shake her head ‘no’, so she waggled an index finger to signal her denial when Al asked for a submission. To Mariel she grunted, “Grrrhhhh… as I recall it was your narrow ass that got kicked last month. Spanked pretty good tooRRRRHHHHHHH!”
“TAP OUT!” McGinty demanded as she poured even more power into the skull-crushing Scissors. “I mean it Treymane, don’t make me put you on the WHOAH!” She would’ve said ‘shelf’ if the Dangerous Dame hadn’t slid a knee into place and thrown off Mariel’s balance. Not at all interested in finding out if Veronica could hoist her into the Electric Chair as easily as she had Lily, McGinty hopped in place to bounce her pert backside against the other blonde’s shoulders. It took two more quick Butt Bombs to set ‘Ronnie back in place but once Legs had her where she wanted she went up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the deck with a Scissored Facebuster!
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJlzoMSSYfg
Rolling to a seat with Treymane still caught between those powerful pins, Mariel leaned forward over the other blonde, caught her left leg behind the knee and leaned back in a Half Matchbook good for the…
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Veronica shot a shoulder off the mat, McGinty’s pinning predicament not prison enough to sentence the Gorgeous Gangster to defeat. Treating Burlingame to a cold sneer when the heiress cheered her partner’s escape, Mariel snatched a handful of hair and pulled Treymane into a Side Headlock for easier transport to the leggier side of the ring. “How ya feelin’, Val?” she called to the Angeleno. “Ready to double team this wannabe tuff girl?”
Stipanovic nodded as she flexed her injured leg. “Might need a couple quick tags, but yeah, let’s show her how a real team gets things done.”
Delighted to do just that, McGinty strode over to the champs’ corner and bwung-bwung-BWUNGED Veronica’s noggin against the top turnbuckle a few times to ensure there was no noirish sass when she tagged Stems into the match. Slipping through the ropes rather than climb over them, Stipanovic threw a Back Elbow into Treymane’s chin on general principle, then grabbed a wrist while Mariel did the same. Quite aware of the official’s standing five count, Leggs Inc. stepped away in stereo, dropped a shoulder and sent their opponent into the strands courtesy an Irish Whip. ‘Ronnie bounced out and returned to the middle of the ring, unfortunately the only thing waiting for her was a quick trip into the stratosphere compliments of Mariel and Val. Halting Treymane’s progress with a pair of palms to the chest, blonde and brunette put their free hands to Veronica’s rump and muscled her up, up, up and then all the way DOWN with a ring-rattling Double Spinebuster!
TOWER OF TERROR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8y0I3KVn1E
McGinty made straight for her corner to ensure there was nothing to distract Al from counting the pin when Val pounced on Treymane with a snug Crossbody.
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THRNOOOO!
‘Ronnie forced Stipanovic away with a heartbeat to spare, meaning Lily (who’d vaulted over the ropes an instant prior) returned to the corner without drawing attention from the zebra. Stems noted the encroachment and fixed the heiress with a dark look. “Don’t even think about it, Lily. You don’t want any of this.”
Lily shook her head, clearly frustrated by her inability to rejoin the action. “Oh, I want everything you can dish out, Val. Your knee though, I’m not sure it wants anymore of me.”
Valerie began to answer only to turn her attention to Treymane when the big blonde struggled to a seat. Catching a Wristlock to help Veronica back to boot-leather, Stipanovic reeled the Pinstripe Powerhouse into a Side Headlock of her own and pumped a few Kneelifts into Treymane’s midsection. Veronica ‘oooofffhed’, punched Stems in the small of the back, then put her hand to that same spot and shot her into the ropNOOOO!
“That’s right, get her back over here, Val!” Mariel was all smiles and applause when her partner clamped down on the Headlock and marched / dragged their opponent back to the Leggs corner. McGinty tagged herself in, rejoined the fray and fired a Toe Kick into the other blonde’s flank so she could welcome Treymane into a Front Facelock. Valerie mirrored her partner and with Veronica’s head firmly under their control they backpedaled to the center of the squared circle and swung around to face Lily.
“Remember what I said last month?” Mariel taunted. “March to War was a fluke. And so are you, Burlingame.”
Neither Val or Lily (or Veronica for that matter) had anything to say, so the Tag Team Champions each grabbed a wrist and slung Treymane’s arms over their shoulders. After that they caught hold of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s trunks at each hip, then dipped their knees and muscled her into the sky for a Vertical Supl-- Veronica drew her knees to chest-level, pistoned a Mule Kick into the aether and swung her legs down to lay out on her back to THWA-THWONK! Mariel and Val into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a two for one DDT!
McGinty and Stipanovic rolled forward in almost identical somersaults, with the former quickly slopping to her back and the latter barrel-rolling under the bottom rope to the floor below. Not that Treymane fared much better, she was stretched out on shoulder and hip with one hand pressed to her throbbing back.
“C’MON VERONICA!” Lily called to her friend as she bounced on the bottom rope. “’C’MON GIRL, I’M RIGHT HERE! JUST GET UP AND TAG ME!”
It appeared the Gorgeous Gangster’s ingenuity and strength may not go fully rewarded when Mariel rose to a seated position before Ronnie could fully push to all fours. But the daze clouding McGinty’s gray matter kept her there until her flaxen-haired foe began crawling to the encouragement from Burlingame.
Realizing too late, Mariel dove for an ankle of the retreating Treymane but came up short as Veronica likewise leapt from her hands and knees to tag the outstretched hand of the Star Strider.
Lily used the top strand to hop over and charge the rising champion. An effective Clothesline out of the question with their size differential, Lily NAILED the Gamazon with a Dropkick to the chest. The lanky blonde grappler was put on her heels, backpedaling several steps, but she remained upright, if staggered.
Undeterred, Burlingame kipped to her feet and DROVE a Side Kick into Mariel’s left knee, bringing her down to size, Mariel genuflecting. Sprinting through a quick loop, the racing Roseate Rocket used McGinty’s raised knee to THWAP a perfectly-placed Shining Wizard into Legs’ right temple and send her tumbling the rest of the way to the canvas.
Perhaps letting her adrenaline get the best of her, Burlingame spotted Val reaching vertical on the outside and she’s off like a shot to the ropes opposite Stems. Rebounding, the diminutive brunette flew between the upper and middle cables and CRASHED into the chest of the oblivious champ with a Suicide Dive. The force of her impact sent Stipanovic clattering into the steel guardrail behind her, the metal dissecting her lower backbone and sending her skidding down the divider, pooling at its base.
Burlingame, having landed on her feet after the collision, scrambled back into the ring as a wobbly Mariel tried to get her feet beneath her. Eschewing an immediate direct attack, she headed for the nearest corner and ascended. Quickly at the top of Leggs, Inc’s home base, she measured a turning McGinty, Mariel unaware someone other than her partner occupied the corner.
Judging the launch time, Lily sprang into a Crossbody of the dazed McGinty and SPLASHED Legs to the canvas with the powerful pounce. But what initially appeared success became less so when McGinty rolled through the impact with Burlingame strapped across her chest! Showing her strength, Mariel rose with a squirming Lily still perpendicular across her torso. McGinty gathered her reserves and PLANTED Burlingame to the mat with a ring-rattling Fallaway Slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
Lily rolled to a stop, grimacing as she reached for the base of her spine. A huffing Mariel turned to view what her size advantage wrought then strode to Burlingame, reaching the brunette and snatching her hair.
“Up, munchkin!” McGinty demanded, drawing the lightweight to her feet.
Mariel pivoted and HEAVED Lily across the ring, Burlingame finally rolling to a stop when she met the corner about twenty feet from her starting point. Dark eyes spinning, the Maroon Missile wasn’t unfamiliar taking to the skies, but not quite in this extremely less graceful manner. She used the buckles to climb to her feet in front of a charging McGinty who elevated, ready to BURY little Lily in a Gamazon-sized tidal wave.
But Burlingame threw her body out of the way and Mariel found only buckles on her return to earth. McGinty’s body boomeranged out of the corner. With the blonde doubled as she staggered, it proves the perfect opportunity for Burlingame to race alongside and grab Mariel’s noggin in a Side Headlock, surge forward, and DRIVE McGinty’s forehead into the canvas with a Running Bulldog.
Lily shoved the insensate blonde to her back and climbed aboard in a Crossbody pin, McGinty’s legs too long for the Star Strider to hook. The challenger remained flat across the champ’s chest for the…
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THRNOOOO!
Mariel tossed Lily off with a bench press, pushing Burlingame back to a standing position.
Flustered for a moment as the powerful Gamazon began to rise, Burlingame gutted McGinty with a Toe Kick to the tummy before she could reach her full height. With the blonde’s body bent and her head lowered, Lily tugged it between her thighs, seemingly determined to prove she’s as strong as any of the three Destroyers with which she’s sharing the ring.
Wrapping her arms around Mariel’s waist, she grunted deeply and, INCREDIBLY, flipped McGinty up her body, trying to catch her in a crucifix high above to send Mariel in a most unexpected trip to Splash Mountain.
But Burlingame’s appetite was bigger than her body could handle and Mariel dropped to the deck back to back with Lily almost instantly when the Star Strider attempted to press her up. McGinty reflexively swung a Backfist as she turned to her foe, but it swiped fruitlessly overhead. The former Cherry Bomb sprinted to the ropes in front of her and rebounded toward the waiting champion.
Mariel reached for the approaching Lily, but Burlingame peeled off a Baseball Slide between the blonde’s legs. The challenger popped to her feet and raced to the next set of ropes, returning at a breakneck pace. She found Mariel dipping to send her to the moon with a Back Body Drop but was able to leapfrog over the Gamazon’s lowered frame and on the Crimson Comet flew. She U-turned for a third time, only to meet an emphatic stop sign when Lily tried to one too many leapfrogs and was deposited with a vertebrae-altering spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 1:01
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KG_Nw1HtPdQ
A huffing Mariel passed on a pinning attempt. Instead she wearily pushed to her feet and hit the ropes like her diminutive foe. But it’s a different trip for the Gamazon as she hopped to the middle rope, briefly grabbing the top, then spins into a Springboard Leg Drop that guillotined across the throat of the waylaid Lily.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
A spent but beaming Legs smiled as she left her weaponry draped across Burlingame’s throat and shoulders for the…
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THRENOOO!
An encroaching Veronica broke the count with Carpenter’s palm a few inches off the canvas, landing a Double Axhandle blow to the back of Mariel’s skull.
The ref’s admonition of Treymane was quite stern, yet apparently not up to Valerie Stipanovic’s exacting standards as she rushed in and started hammering punches off the Gorgeous Gangster’s noggin before she’d regained her footing. “You want to throw punches, little girl?” Val growled, her pace growing more intense as the blonde raised a sturdy guard. “You want to hang with the champs? Well you better bring better than this weak OOOOFFFFHHHRRGGGHH!”
‘Ronnie went low to stuff a shoulder into Stems’ belly while simultaneously threading her arms around Val’s upper thighs. Simply plowing forward would’ve taken the Angeleno off her feet, but Treymane hoisted the towering bendy-back into the air and bull rushed the both of ‘em to and then through the ropes, that impromptu Spear culminating in an ugly THWHUMP on the barely-padded concrete floor.
Registering Val and Veronica’s battle only in how it related to her ongoing campaign against the Crimson Comet, Mariel pounded a vengeful Double Axehandle into the pit of Lily’s stomach, then snatched a double handful of hair when Burlingame sat up retching. “I cannot believe you actually thought you could Powerbomb me!” McGinty scoffed after she’d hauled the former Lightweight Champion to her feet. “I’d almost call it audacious if it wasn’t so damned insulting. I don’t like being insulted, shrimp. So I’m going to make sure you don’t do it again.”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you arrogant brat.” Burlingame groaned. “I’m going to love cutting you down to OOFFFHH!”
Mariel actually took the smaller wrestler of her feet with a single Kneelift, but her stern grip on Lily’s hair ensured the brunette couldn’t even crumple to a knee, let alone all fours. With the Maroon Meteor reduced to a blessedly sass-free state, Legs charged toward the champs’ corner and BWUUUNGED her foe’s forehead against the top turnbuckle! Lily jolted from top to bottom but still didn’t leave her feet until Mariel wedged her head beneath the challenger’s left arm and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle facing the audience.
“Hey look, now you can enjoy the view of a real person!” McGinty chided right before she LIT INTO Lily’s back with a flurry of Knife-Edge Chops and Overhand Slaps! Lily cried out in pain, threw a blind Back Elbow that caromed offa Mariel’s chin, then paid for the defiance when the Towering Titan THWHACKED a flawless high kick off the side of her skull!
“Yeah that’s right, you’re not safe on the top rope, shorty! These legs can get you anywhere!” Mariel told her slumped prey as she stepped out onto the apron and began to climb the ring-post. Legs wasn’t known for her high risk offense, but the reason for this diversion became apparent when she claimed the other side of the post and wedged Lily’s noggin between her thighs. Beaming as the crowd murmured, then rumbled, McGinty wrapped both arms around her rival’s waist and swung her up onto the point of one shoulder whereupon she carefully switched over to a grip on the heiress’ biceps. The rumble became a full-throated roar when Mariel set her feet on the second strand and stood up with Lily dangling above her in a mile high Crucifix! “This is the only time in your life where you’ll ever be taller than me, short-stuff!” McGinty told Burlingame over the cacophonous crowd noise. “I hope you enjoy it!”
Mariel boosted the brunette just a little bit higher before she tossed her forward and leapt into the void, Legs looking to put Lily through the mat with an Avalanche Crucifix PowerboNOOOOOOO! The Star Strider caught her legs around Mariel’s head mid-descent and torqued her hips as hard as she could to flip the big blonde over and more importantly down, McGinty just THAWHAMMING to the deck courtesy of that Avalanche Frankensteiner!
Mariel hit the mat and went rolling, the gobsmacked champion tumbling to the edge of the ring and possibly OUT of it if Veronica Treymane hadn’t dove under the bottom rope and shoved her back at a frantically scrambling Lily! Hooking both legs in the tightest bundle she could muster, Burlingame folded Mariel in half and nodded along with the count of…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
This time it was Valerie saving the match for her team as the white-clad Angeleno broke away from her skirmish with Veronica long enough to dive under the bottom rope and shove Lily out of the pin!
“So close, squirt.” Stems barked at the woozy Lightweight. “Too bad you’re still so far from the golHEY WHOOAAAH!”
Treymane reached in, grabbed hold of Stipanovic’s ankles and dragged her out so quickly it gave the taller wrestler an unpleasant case of mat burn! “You goddamned pest!” Valerie growled in Veronica’s ear as they met for another aggressive clench. “I’ll teach you to stay out of our way if it NNNGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame piled onto that abraded tummy with a quick Kneelift, then twisted around to Valerie’s left side and threw her right arm across the brunette’s shoulders. She threaded her right leg around Stipanovic’s left leg immediately thereafter and snapped backward to BWANG! the back of Stems’ head and shoulders into the steel guardrail! The force of that collision bruised several shins in the front row and left both ladies seeing stars while they gazed up at a match that might as well have been taking place a million miles away.
Back in the squared circle, Lily hauled Mariel to boot-leather with several hard yanks on a captured wrist. Taking a giant step backward as soon as the blonde was upright, Burlingame dropped a hip only to find herself flying in the opposite direction thanks to a yank from the Slippery Rock native! Far closer to the strands than she’d realized, Lily didn’t have enough time to turn around, so she leapt over the strands to land on the apron. Infuriated by the Lightweight’s freakish agility, McGinty charged the edge and fired a Forearm Smash at her foe’s chi--“NNNGGGH!”
Lily hopped up and drove both knees into Mariel’s elbow to rebuke the strike in a most painful fashion! The big blonde staggered away clutching her arm, thus giving Burlingame enough time to take to the skies again, Lily vaulting to the top rope and from there to a headlong dive that snagged McGinty’s noggin in a Front Facelock and THAWHONKED it into the mat with a ridiculous DDT!
720 DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoVK68tNr40
Stretched out like a starfish in the wake of that concussive head drop, Mariel didn’t so much as twitch while Burlingame scrambled to the nearest corner and jumped to the top rope. Facing the ring by the time she touched down, the Crimson Comet blasted off yet again, her ascent to the heavens marked by the corkscrewing headfirst back-flip that was the hallmark of her Cherry War--“GUUUUHHH!” Mariel didn’t have the energy to roll out of the way, so she drew her knees up across her chest to ensure a most painful landing for the challenger!
Absorbing every bit of Burlingame’s hundred and ten pounds was far from pleasant in her current condition but the landing was infinitely worse for the little brunette, who bounced away like her foe’s knees were spring-loaded. Struggling to her feet while the heiress was still clutching her ribs and gagging, McGinty collapsed against the ropes and grunted, “How’s that feeling, ya little twerp? Let’s see you land on your feet after…” Mariel’s jaw clacked shut, her teeth audibly grinding as she watched Burlingame get to her-- ‘OOOOHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when McGinty charged across the ring and turned the former Lightweight Champion inside out with a Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPVgl9R3EGc
“GET UP! GET UP, DAMN YOU!” Mariel bellowed down at Lily even as she was hauling her up with two massive handfuls of hair. “COME ON SHORTY, I WANT TO SEE YOU LAND ON YOUR FEET! DON’T YOU ALWAYS LAND ON YOUR FEET?!”
No answer from Burlingame which only incensed the blonde that much more.
“Ok little girl, if you can’t land on your feet, I’m going to plant you on your head!”
Forcing Lily away with an angry shove, Mariel ran and leapt, the pink-clad champion stretching out her right leg like a horizontal guillotine that caught Lily flush across the neck and THAWHAMMED her down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
FAMELEGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOn7S-TveSE
Folded into an insensate matchbook by the Famelegger, Burlingame couldn’t stretch out in time to stop McGinty from taking a seat atop her upturned calves which also ensured she was powerless to stop the champ from swatting her butt in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“YEAH BABY!” Mariel echoed the bell with a hard double slap to Burlingame’s pinking bottom, then treated the Incorporated fans to a svelte bicep flex when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… LEGGS INCORPORATED!”
On the outside, Veronica held a shellshocked Valerie up by her dark locks, leaning the ragged winner into the apron to help keep her upright.
“You want to celebrate? Or you want to take your partner to the ER?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse shouted over the crowd. “Slap that ass one more time and I can tell you which. Get off her. Now!”
Her moment atop the remnants of the little brat soiled, Mariel rose and lett Lily unfold beneath her, Burlingame splayed and sputtering to semi-consciousness. McGinty held up her palms, extending them.
“Let’s make a trade, bytch,” the champion offered.
Legs sank her nails into Lily’s scalp and peeled the ragdolled Rocket to rubbery legs. She walked Ronnie’s dazed partner toward the near six feet of her equally stupefied teammate.
“One…two…three!” McGinty shouted, tossing what’s left of Lily over the top rope.
Veronica released Stipanovic to catch the Star Strider like a babe in her arms. Meanwhile, Mariel grabbed a wrist of the burbling Val and tugged her in under the bottom rope, quickly helping Stems to her feet. McGinty let her fellow titleholder lean into her as she accepted the belts from Carpenter, Al slinging them over a shoulder as the blonde’s otherwise occupied.
“Back to the end of the line, losers!” Mariel screamed at Ronnie as the Gorgeous Gangster carefully placed Burlingame’s boot soles on the concrete and helped her friend toward the back.
“And when Little Miss Bite-Size wakes up, ask her how the real world tastes!”
McGinty softly tapped Valerie’s cheek to rouse her, Stpanovic showing the aftereffects of losing the brawl on the outside. Val tried to woozily celebrate Leggs, Inc’s continued titleholding, but the mood’s been broken. Mariel hands Val her hardware and, shoulder to shoulder, McGinty supporting throughout, the incorporated champs left the ring unceremoniously, their groove crushed.
Still, the silver lining remained. Burlingame’s been disposed of and Cosmic Noir sent into the backwaters of tag team irrelevance.