Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2021 14:36:02 GMT
As was appropriate for the second biggest show of the year, the crowd was only growing ever more boisterous, as the night rolled on, finding their voices anew as the Announcer arrived at centre ring.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, ensuring that he had captured their attention. “The following contest will be for One Fall, and the Tag Team Championships!!”
If the FAWNatics hadn’t been letting themselves be heard before, they were now, their cheers filling the packed arena.
“Introducing first,” he continued, masterfully enrapturing their collective attentions. “The Challengers, coming in tonight at a combined weight of a two hundred and seventy pounds, the Storm Reaper and Boulevard Bytch, MIDNIGHT! RISING!!”
A moment later…
ANNIHILATION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8PMJ4wyoe8
…burst into life over the loud speakers, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the announced partnership stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed that they were taking their sweet time in arriving…
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to step into the light, every single inch of the five foot eight, one hundred- and thirty-five-pound, dark-haired destroyer’s sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time on her way down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette and, while she was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, to consider her to be any less lethal was a mistake that would be critical…
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit of violence on anyone she deemed too weak to prevent it…
CARLA CRASH
As Dark finally reached the steel steps, she stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé followed a pace or two after, Crash rolling her shoulders and keeping limber as she paced to centre ring to claim it as her territory.
Amanda had other priorities, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she had delegated as hers, turning herself about to slump down to sitting on the middle one. She made no effort to take any further action other than to address Carla when the younger wrestler turned to face her.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” Dark waved vaguely in her offshoots direction whilst barely repressing a yawn, leaning her head back as if she was about to grab a powernap, irritable about being disturbed. “Get ready to f*ck somebody the f*ck up.”
Crash nodded, returning to her spot at centre ring, rolling her shoulders anew and cracking her neck, listening as Amanda imparted one last decree.
“The blonde one is leaving here on a stretcher,” Dark released a deep sigh. “I forget which one is which.”
With the next victims in place, the lights lower. The Tron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM) The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to centre stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and the gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The champions’ anthem isn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-five the fans on either side, confident in tonight’s result.
The mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
The blonde is clad in a cut-off grey Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multi-coloured speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beam like the queens of the mountain they are. Mariel motions for the referee to move Midnight Rising back to their corner. He does, the man checking the twosome for any foreign objects once they reach the buckles. Meanwhile, the incorporated champions unstrap their hardware, raising the tag belts high.
The ring announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…your tag team champions…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only slows when Mariel calls for a microphone, both leggy grapplers turning from the lens of the hard camera to this month’s casualties. The blonde raises it to her lips.
“Ladies. Morning comes to every night. Consider my partner and I, the sun. While we shine, rabble like you don’t really stand a chance. Get ready to crash back into the dark.”
Valerie chuckles at the pun at each challenger’s expense.
McGinty hands the stick to the official then each champion offers their belts for safekeeping, laying them over the zebra’s extended arm. Mariel and Val backpedal to their corner, Stems continuing through the ropes and dropping to the floor to leave the Gamazon to start the match for the titleholders.
It was not initially clear as to whether or not Amanda Dark had been paying attention, sat back as she still was on the middle turnbuckle, languid in her posture as her partner, the younger Crash, performed the duties of staring down the Tag Team Champs. Only after an uncomfortable delay did she in fact display continued signs of life, her body language making sure everyone knew how ‘put out’ she was feeling as she raised her shades for the first time that evening, squinting in irritation as she glanced between the opposing blonde and brunette.
With a short, clearly annoyed sigh, the veteran dropped her shades back down into place, reached up to grasp the top ropes to either side of her and, with the world on her shoulders, she pulled herself up to standing. Turning to her protégé, Amanda dropped a hand on the young woman’s shoulder before turning her back on Mariel inside the ring, “Don’t forget what I said.”
Her instructions given, Dark ducked between the top and middle ropes and stepped out onto the apron, dropping herself down to the concrete barely a second later. She didn’t stay in her teams’ corner for long, the Mother of Midnight instead making her way to the barricades, seemingly set on relieving some poor, unfortunate Gentlemen of his beverage.
It was a bad place for one half of Midnight Nation to be heading on the cusp of a Tag Team Title shot.
Carla appeared unfazed, rolling her shoulders and stepping forwards, cracking her neck as McGinty accepted her unspoken challenge without blinking. The moment the Champion and Challenger were scarcely a foot apart, the bell rang to begin the contest and, with the crowd cheering, both shot forwards and collided at centre ring in a solid collar and elbow tie up.
Immediately, both young women strained against one another, flexing and tensing as they slowly circled, one managing to gain a step forward before being forced to take a renewed step in retreat. Their features close together, they grunted with exertion, Carla’s expression turning slowly into a scowl as the blonde refused to give ground in any meaningful fashion.
In reflection, Mariel smirked.
“We asked Bethany for a challenge,” the blonde exhaled with a breathy grunt, her bold smile only growing wider. “Which barrel did she scrape the two of you out of the bottom of?”
Exhaling sharply, Crash did not take kindly to that as, by some unspoken signal, the duo broke apart with a sharp shove. Like two lionesses, they circled slowly, measuring one another as the FAWNatics watched on.
“Touch a nerve?” Mariel perked her brow, clearly unimpressed so far. “Cat got your tongue?”
Carla didn’t answer, not verbally, instead coming to a stop and rising her right hand high, flexing her fingers in invitation.
In her teams’ corner, Valarie brought her hands together in support of her partner. “She wants to get embarrassed,” she prompted, “let her!”
McGinty nodded in agreement, stepping forwards with her own right hand raised high, preparing to…
EAT a big boot to her tummy, Mariel releasing a great gasp of air as the FAWNatics cried foul, Carla unrepentant as she blindsided her adversary with the STIFF kick to her exposed tummy. Unfazed by her duplicity, Crash surged forwards and nailed her momentarily winded foe with a wicked, European Uppercut to the underside of the folded blondes jaw, the Hollywood Hooligan rocketing the dazed Champion back up to vertical and sent her stumbling away.
The crowd were in full voice now, and they were not happy, showering the ring with their displeasure as, after a roll of her right shoulder, Carla pursued her opponent like a rottweiler. The moment she was back within arm’s reach…
…McGinty spun about on the spot and NAILED Crash across the torso with a blistering CHOP across her chest, the CRACK picked up by the hard camera and heard by several people sat in the front rows. The jeering of the crowd transformed quickly into a loud WHOOP! as Crash stumbled backwards, muttering several curses between fresh hisses, Mariel stepping in to deliver a second salvo…
…which didn’t hit!
Carla ducked low, the tempo of the contest increasing rapidly, the Boulevard Bytch now stepping forwards into her adversaries wide open guard and grasping the Gamazon by her prized thighs. With a heady grunt, Crash braced her posture and then suddenly powered the blonde up into the air and swept her clean off her feet. Mariel had time to release a short cry before Carla flung her uprooted cargo forwards, SLAMMING her back down to earth across her shoulders on the wrong end of a swift Spinebuster!!
The canvas flexed with a loud bang as a grimacing and flattened McGinty briefly bucked into a pained arch before she flopped out flat across the plywood. She would have rolled over, had Crash not jumped atop her, straddling her hips and snatching a fierce handful of the young women’s hair. Immediately Carla set about delivering a rapid series of stiff, closed fist punches, earning a rebuttal not only from the Official, but the FAWNatics as well.
“Watch it!!” Valarie warned Crash passionately from her teams’ corner, speaking out against the current mugging. “Do something!” she demanded of the man in black and white in the face of outright cheating, “or I wi…”
The brunette didn’t get to finish her warning as, as it turned out, out of sight, out of mind was the last place you wanted someone like Amanda Dark to be.
A few of the more alert members of the crowd had attempted to issue out a warning, but it came far too late, the Mother of Midnight suddenly appearing on Stipanovic’s blindside outside the squared circle. Reaching out, Amanda grabbed the unsuspecting ‘Stems’ by her ankles and unceremoniously ripped her feet clean off its footing on the apron!!
Valarie, her heart skipping a beat, yelped as she suddenly found herself falling, her upper body WHACKING off the ringside on her way down to the concrete, and her knees spasming painfully as she landed with a painful jolt! Before she could regain her bearings, Dark grabbed her by the back of her head and, with the crowd serenading her with abuse, the Storm Reaper SLAMMED Stipanovic face first off the apron!
With her features forcibly bouncing off the hardest part of the ring, the shellshocked Valarie’s expression looked glassy as she stared off into the middle distance, still in the precarious possession of one half of Midnight rising. Amanda was merciless, keeping a hold of Stipanovic as she bodily spun her around on the spot, lining up her next target.
“Let’s see if we can’t make this match a handicap,” Dark mulled over to no-one but herself. “I don’t want any interruptions as we take the blonde apart!!”
Securing a firm grip Valarie’s belt, Amanda released the first genuine burst of effort she had made all day, growling as she bum rushed the Champion on a disastrous course towards the steel steps…
In a daze, her forehead having been banged off the deck, the long-limbed Angeleno covers the space to the metal quickly, barely having time to spin her back into the collision. Valerie’s spine CLANGS into the steps. Her face etches in pain as she puddles on the arena floor, grasping for the base of her battered backbone.
As the crowd jeers a thoroughly unconcerned Amanda, Carla’s given up her illegal bombardment at the threat of a disqualification. She dismounts the splayed blonde beneath her and roughly grabs a wrist and shoulder, ripping the champion to her feet. Aiming Mariel at the far ropes, Carla starts to send McGinty off for the ride with an Irish Whip, but the Gamazon plants and reverses the heave, only for Crash to reverse again, tossing Mariel off on a much shorter trip.
There isn’t enough distance to spin into the impact and Mariel rushes in chest-first, BANGING violently into the buckles. She drunkenly stumbles out in a back pedal but makes it only a few feet before the Hollywood Hooligan leaps into a raised knee to the base of the towering blonde’s backbone.
Mariel lurches forward, her chest again banging against the top buckle, arms flopping over the ropes on either side to keep her upright. Within a split-second, Carla’s upon her foe, spinning McGinty to face her. Stuffing the crown of her head under Mariel’s chin, the brawler clenches her digits and pounds combinations into the champ’s rack and midriff. McGinty tries to cover up but Carla’s inside the defences, pounding away until the referee again steps in, demanding the Boulevard Bytch get her rival out of the corner.
Beaming at Amanda, her partner now back in the corner of Midnight Rising, Carla tugs a stumbling, grimacing McGinty out of the corner until they reach the middle. Crash delivers a delving toe kick into the long, lean tummy of Legs, doubling the Gamazon over at the waist. Instantly, Crash is racing to the ropes at Mariel’s side. Leaping from McGinty’s left, Carla snags the champ’s noggin as she flips over the top of the stooped braincase and RIPS Mariel to the deck with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
The faltering McGinty is left splayed on the mat, cradling the back of her neck with both hands as her boot soles patter against the canvas. The challenger dives across Mariel, shoving her foe’s long legs flat to the canvas before hooking the near one while in a lateral press across McGinty’s long frame for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel uses the never-ending lower limbs to kick free, shoving Carla up to her haunches. Crash nods, seemingly unsurprised Mariel survived this early test. But there are so many others to give. She sinks a set of talons into McGinty’s scalp and pulls Mariel to stooped feet as she rises. She draws the Gamazon to Mother Midnight’s presence and tags Dark into the match.
Unsurprisingly, Carla’s slow to depart the action and Valerie’s not yet in a position to complain, the Incorporated brunette doing her best to rattle her senses back into place with a shake of her head while seated on the steps she dented. With the Leggs, Inc corner unoccupied, Amada takes a wrist and shoulder of the faltering McGinty and heaves her into a sprint across the ring. This time Mariel has enough time to spin and take the impact against her spine. The pain appears just as great.
And it only doubles when the currently illegal Carla races after, and PLOWS into her target with her Crash Test, the avalanche splash burying the Gamazon under a heavy, breathy impact from the Boulevard Bytch.
Carla tosses the ragdolled McGinty past her, Mariel stumbling seemingly blindly toward the waiting, dipping Dark. Amanda ‘hups’ the long, lean blonde across her shoulders; not an easy task for many but Amanda handles it easily. With the champ in a fireman’s carry, Dark parades a softly squirming McGinty in a tight circle before genuflecting and tossing Mariel forward over her shoulders as she drops to one knee, GUTTING the Gamazon with her Buster.
FIREMAN’S CARRY GUTBUSTER: @1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnXyavcvUFc
A retching Mariel grasps at her tanned tummy in front of the kneeling Dark. Imperiously, Amanda places her right knee atop McGinty’s gulping belly for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel pushes away the arrogant Mother Midnight, which doesn’t seem to make the brunette particularly pleased. Roughly, she tugs the groaning McGinty to her feet and leans her long, lithe frame back in an arch, a backhand grip across the throat of the flagging flaxen-haired Amazon. Dark leans into the dragon sleeper. The challengers, having done a superior job of breaking down Legs’ body, now work on her consciousness, Dark cutting off her foe’s carotid flow.
Mariel waves her arms futilely above, the spastic movements growing more fitful by the second as a worried Stems, finally back at her station, calls out for Mariel to respond and save the Incorporated reign. Whether that’s what prompts it, McGinty manages to swing one of her infamous weapons upward, McGinty’s boot THUMPING into Amanda’s face with significant force considering the beating the champ’s taken.
Dark’s grip loosens considerably then dissipates completely with a second connection. She staggers away, hands to her face and cursing under her breath while allowing Mariel to drop to the canvas.
Realizing the Gamazon is about to escape the early trap, Dark chases the crawling McGinty to Leggs, Inc territory only for Mariel to leap to a tag of the outstretched hand of her teammate. The Mother of Midnight puts on the brakes but only well enough to leave her a target for Valerie, who snatches the top cable and springs over, directly into a dropkick to the brunette’s chest.
Amanda is sent tumbling heels over head in a back somersault. She manages to use the momentum to pop to her feet, but then nearly has her head removed from her neck by a Big Boot from the snarling Stems, ready for serious payback on the previously rampaging contenders.
On her back, Amanda stares blankly at the rafters, her dark eyes glazed from the heavy artillery Stems brings to bear with her endless lower limbs. The Angeleno scrambles to her feet and backpedals to the ropes behind her. She sprints out of the cables and leaps above the splayed challenger, skying into a set of splits, the front end of which SLAMS down across the throat and shoulders of the Mother of Midnight.
Amanda spasms and falls still, Val’s right leg draped across her for a comeback…
ONE…
TWO…
Amanda shoves Stipanovic off and away, the titleholder reaching her feet quickly and more than ready with a stomp to the spine when Dark reaches all fours in an effort to find a tag of her own.
“You had the moment you can tell your grandchildren about, nobody,” Valerie growls. “But now you get the rest.”
Stems cups her hands around Amanda’s ears and draws the shellshocked Dark to her feet, only to get tagged with a European Uppercut Amanda brings with her on the rise to her feet.
Valerie’s left on rubbery legs, but she manages to use one of them in a sweeping enziguri kick to the back left of the challenger’s skull, sending the Mother of Midnight through a drunken pirouette. When Dark stays vertical, Stipanovic responds with another kick, this time the toes of her boots into Amanda’s navel, doubling her foe over.
A smirking Val points at Carla.
“Take a look at this,” she shouts to the Boulevard Bytch.
Quietly stewing in her teams’ corner, there wasn’t much more Crash could do except exactly that, tension mounting in her shoulders as she grasped the top rope, a sprinter who wasn’t allowed to leave the starting blocks.
Tauntingly, Valarie kept eye contact with the inactive half of Midnight Rising as she backed up several paces, well aware of Amanda’s location without needing to even look at her. Only at the last moment did she cease her teasing of the currently impotent Boulevard Bytch and return her eyes to the forcibly penitent Amanda, Stipanovic launching herself forwards into a sprint and, with her dark-haired opponent going no-where, NAILED the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal with a stiff knee up against her chest!
Dark grunted as the jarring collision against her torso popped her back up to standing, the veteran on wobbly footing as she fell a full half step into retreat. She did not, however, tumble over, thanks in part to Valarie grasping her by the left wrist, fully extending the capture limb and twisting it into a painful angle. Amanda grimaced, but she had little time to do much more as, with the FAWNatics egging her on, ‘Stems’ continued to make use of her most powerful assets, whipping her long, right leg up and around through the air WHACKING!! the Storm Reaper clean across her chops with a blisteringly gorgeous Leg Lariat!
RUNNING KNEE LIFT/LEG LARIAT COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BsxybEV1nk
Like a puppet with her strings cut, Dark toppled to the canvas, hitting the deck hard across her shoulders and splayed out like a starfish. Some manner of instinctual behaviour kicked in, decades of muscle memory rolling Amanda over to lay across her toned tummy, sparing her from an immediate attempt at a pinfall.
Running on autopilot didn’t prove to do her much good however as Valarie was most certainly not, and she didn’t look too terribly displeased with the turn of events. Instead, she stepped forward and continued her blistering assault, snapping her luscious, right gam up high, much to the appreciation of the ringside photographers, and SLAMMED the sole of her right boot down between the shoulder blades of Dark with a meaty WHACK!
That woke Amanda up, the Mother of Midnight hissing as her upper body popped up onto her elbows, grimacing as the points of impact throbbed.
Stepping back just long enough to stretch her arms out wide to rally the vocal support of the FAWNatics, Stipanovic wasn’t done as she rapidly reloaded that same stem and, after raising it up high, CRACKED her heal down against the base of her opponent’s neck!
INSULT TO INJURY AXE KICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sx-nChtwLaI
Dark grunted, a spasm running through her backbone as a tingling sensation began trail down to the tips of her fingers, Amanda grimacing as her vision blurred and she felt a little nauseous. Stubbornly, she tried to push her way back up, but she was halted immediately by Valarie straddling the small of her back and sitting herself down on the Storm Reapers buttocks. Moments later, her seat secured, the leggy brunette cupped both of her palms beneath Dark’s chin and immediately began to pull back, curving Dark’s spine entirely the wrong way in a blistering curve of torment.
CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Say the word, grandma,” Stipanovic taunted, expertly applying pressure with short bursts, increasing the torque with each fresh jostle. “It’s past nap time.”
Were she not so busy grimacing, Amanda would have scowled, her heart beating rapidly as the entirety of her upper body was being strained. In her prime, she had been considerably more flexible, but she would be damned if she allowed her pride to buckle now, shaking her head when the Official asked how she was feeling.
“What about you, lackey?” Stipanovic threw a glance over at Crash, the second half of Midnight Rising still stuck in her corner, Valarie feeling cocky with Dark well and truly corralled. “Feel like throwing in the towel before she throws out a hip?”
For a moment, Carla looked like she was about to snap out a retort before something else seemed to capture her attention. With a sudden glint in her eye that was most defiantly dangerous, Crash dropped down from her spot on the apron and, before anyone quite realised what was happening, the Hollywood Hooligan set off at a sprint, dashing around the outskirts of the squared circle.
The rest of the arena caught on a second too late as Mariel, on the verge of pulling herself back together after the early lynching, was just about to climb back up onto the apron. She didn’t make it that far, those closest shouting out a warning to no avail as Crash, releasing a war cry, appeared on her six on the back end of a blistering charge and SLAMMED into her body with a bone jarring shoulder tackle!
With time enough to release a short cry, McGinty was knocked clean off her feet and sent hurtling to one side, CRASHING against the steel steps that one poor stagehand had only just put back into position. The CLANG of ‘Legs’ colliding with the unyielding furniture filled the arena as she bounced back off them, clutching at her shoulder as she rolled across the floor, the victim of an unprovoked ambush.
“For Gods sake!” Valarie exclaimed from inside the squared circle, frustration boiling over as she released Amanda from her debilitating Clutch, leaving her gasping in relief and splayed out across the canvas. Marching on over towards the scene of the crime, she grabbed the Official’s attention on her way there. “Would you do your job,” she demanded of the man in black and white, “and put a stop to this crap already?”
Outside the ring, Carla was relentless, performing a fine job of earning everyone’s hatred as she scraped the reeling Mariel off the concrete.
“Remember me?” she questioned, tuning McGinty about so she could snuggle up to the back of the blonde.
“By the time I’m done,” Crash promised as she slung ‘Legs’ wounded wing up and over her shoulders before securing the young woman about one of her prized thighs.
“You’ll never forget me!” she finished before, after shoving a palm into the small of her foes back and released a bust of effort, she boosted the Gamazon high up into the air. She kept her there for a just a second longer than necessary to let her fate sink in, before dropping her back down to earth, CRACKING the base of her neck off the top of the Steel Barricades on the way there!!
BACK SUPLEX ONTO BARRICADE: @0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii3123AdwiM
Many FAWNatics looked away as, near boneless, Mariel flopped down to the concrete in a pained puddle, some manner of synapses misfiring as her right leg kicked with sporadic twitches.
Carla didn’t even look back at her handiwork, instead marking back towards the ring, coming to stand with her arms outstretched wide, lips quirking in savage satisfaction.
Inside the ring, Valarie glared daggers at the Boulevard Bytch, threatening her with sharp gestures and just barely preventing herself from diving out of the squared circle right there and then. She held herself back, granting the Official one last opportunity to assert even an inkling of control and, after sparing her ailing partner a brief, concerned glance, forced herself to focus on her own challenges.
She turned about on the spot…
…and was damn near beheaded, her eyes snapping open wide just before Dark NAILED her with a Clothesline that was surely delivered straight from the pits of Hell!!
MIDNIGHT HARVEST!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDdhjhR-m88
The long, lean brunette is ripped off her feet, the crowd groaning in surprise and sympathy when Stems is sent through a violent backflip from the brutal force of the Harvest. Valerie lands on her face and chest, knocked into next week by Amanda.
Dark skids to a stop, dropping to a knee from using most of her remaining energy. With Stipanovic softly stirring back to life, Carla calls for her opportunity. Shouting at her partner, she moves her stance to the bottom buckle in order to make her extended hand an even more inviting target.
“Let me at her, Mother.”
Dark pushes to her feet and struggles to her partner, slapping the palm of the Boulevard Bytch.
The eager Carla can barely contain herself, flinging her body over the top rope and striding to the rising Stipanovic, Valerie up to hands and knees.
For the moment, Val is in a handicap match, a blasted McGinty moving but not with any urgency or indeed awareness of where she is. Crash is more than ready to take advantage, driving a punt into the brunette’s right set of ribs, the champ sent barrel rolling in the opposite direction. The Angeleno’s stubborn streak allows Valerie to shove to hands and knees again. This time Carla sinks a set of nails into the near-six-footer’s dark locks, hauling Stipanovic to her boot soles, but also keeping her stooped, head within easy pounding distance.
Crash pivots and loads up a HUGE backhand chop that CRASHES, no pun intended, across the chest of the wobbling brunette. Valerie’s arms windmill to keep her slender frame from collapsing.
The brawling Carla follows with a right cross to the jaw that has Val’s famed legs stepping in fencepost holes as she fights to remain upright. Stipanovic eventually stumbles into the blonde’s arms, the shorter but power-packed Boulevard Bytch having no trouble scooping the battered Stems off her feet, Crash cradling her foe perpendicular to her chest. With Val strapped sideways across her bosom, Carla flings the champ off to her side and powers Stems’ spine down across bended knee with a heartless Spinning Backbreaker.
SPINNING BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbxHiEAicY4
Carla lets Valerie’s slack body slide to the canvas, Stipanovic’s long torso arching in agony from the pain in her bruised vertebrae. Crash watches with satisfaction, eschewing a pin attempt to enjoy her handiwork. The blonde peeks over a shoulder and sees more of it, a grimacing Mariel only now working her way toward the Leggs, Inc. corner.
Determined to continue proving the tag title match her own personal showcase, Carla digs one set of her digits into Val’s sable mop and the other into the muscles of a shoulder. Lifting then bullying Stems deep into the nearest set of ropes, the Boulevard Bytch heaves Val across the canvas, the long lower limbs of Stipanovic eating up the space in wide strides. Valerie u-turns out of the cables, sprinting toward a charging Carla, the blonde’s shoulders lowered as she prepares to put a Shock to Val’s System with her particularly vicious version of a spear.
Perhaps having scouted her challenger, Valerie leapfrogs over the Carla’s attempted tackle. She shifts her direction enough to race on to the Incorporated corner. The prodigal daughter of the team having finally returned to her station, Mariel gets tagged on the shoulder by a groaning Stems. Legs bends her long frame through the ropes to take up the battle.
McGinty barely gets two steps within when a returning Carla delivers the Shock to the Gamazon’s System instead, folding McGinty around her impaling shoulder then burying Mariel to the canvas with a ruthless, goring attack. The FAWNatics momentary excitement at seeing what McGinty can do is replaced with the silence caused by Carla’s continued dominance. Crash hovers over the splayed Mariel, kneeling next to the splayed Gamazon.
“Put these losers on a runway in Milan. They sure as hell don’t belong in here with me.”
Crash drops her sweat-slickened frame atop the gutted and groaning Legs in a lateral press. Carla hooks one of her foe’s so-called weapons for good measure as the official slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mariel uses her free leg and a pelvic thrust to kick loose of the predicament, flopping to her side, and already reaching back to her winded partner, Valerie not looking much like she wants to re-enter, not that her bruised body is within range of a tag.
“You got this,” Stems offers unconvincingly.
Carla rolls her eyes and manoeuvres McGinty to a seat in front of her. Grabbing the blonde’s wrists, she pulls the Gamazon’s arms behind her while stuffing the cap of her knee between Mariel’s shoulder blades. Her modified surfboard ‘in the water’, the Boulevard Bytch grinds it deep, Mariel mewling in pain but shaking her head when the zebra offers her a way out.
“Does she?” Carla asks. “Does she got it, stick figure?”
Seemingly spurred, Mariel puts her soles to the canvas and starts backing her frame into her fellow blonde. Using Carla’s body, the champ starts to rise against her, Crash looking flummoxed for the first time. Mariel reaches full verticality, her foe’s knee no longer lodged. Pivoting, McGinty uses the grips on her wrists to toss Carla halfway across the ring. The Boulevard Bytch tucks and rolls, limiting the effect of the impact on her frame. She pops to her feet, turns, and charges Legs, only to have the Gamazon lead with a Big Boot aimed directly at the challenger’s chin.
Deftly, Carla drops into a matrix-like arch, Mariel’s boot flashing inches above the face of the contender.
Having escaped the attack by inches, Crash returns to vertical and decides it might be time for the Mother of Midnight to cast her spell against the recovered Gamazon.
The blonde hustles to her partner, turning the reins over to her veteran counterpart. Amanda enters carefully, watchful eyes on the towering blonde as she enters. Dark wheels out of home territory as McGinty settles mid-ring, beckoning the challenger forward.
“You caught us off-guard,” Mariel huffs, delaying her attack to draw in a few more deep breaths. “No more.”
The Mother of Midnight chuckles as she moves toward her foe, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow when she has McGinty’s back pointed toward the challengers’ corner. Amanda tries to muscle the long, lean Gamazon back to her side of town, but Mariel has her infamous limbs leaning forward and, with the leverage on her side, it’s Mariel who controls the startled challenger.
The champ slowly backs her rival down before twisting her into a side headlock. Turning the grip into a ¾ Facelock, McGinty snap mares Amanda to a rough seat on the mat then sends a soccer kick to the brunette’s lower spine, sending a flinch of pain coursing through the Storm Reaper’s body.
Pulling up a grimacing Dark from behind, Mariel keeps Amanda bent at the waist as she sidles alongside the challenger. Lifting her right knee to Dark’s temple, she grabs the opposite arm of her foe like a handle and whispers not-so-sweet nothings. Laying out, she BLASTS the Mother of Midnight with her McAttack, leaving the veteran in a daze from the concussive conclusion.
McATTACK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
For a smattering of seconds, the lights went out for the Storm Reaper, the veteran looking like she had just been shot in the temple as she JOLTED away from the impact and back up to sitting. There was no-one home, however, as her eyes rolled briefly back to display the whites before she slopped over to one side, the FAWNatics daring to hope that this was it.
McGinty wasted no time, throwing herself atop Dark and securing one of her legs, pulling the now languid lower limb in tight as she went for the pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…Crash dived into the ring, much to the displeasure of the crowd watching, slamming both of her fists down between Mariel’s shoulder blades to just barely break up the pin, forcing a surprised, pained grunt to emerge from the very nearly victorious blonde.
Carla wasn’t finished, back on her feet swiftly in the moments following her intervention, grabbing ‘Legs’ by her mane and yanking her up to her boot leather. She patently ignored the protests of the Official, the man in black and white demanding that she leave the ring, Crash instead burying her knee deep into her would be victims gut, rewarded with a fresh groan from the Champion and ruthlessly folding her adversary forwards.
“Crash…” the Official tried his sternest tone.
“Shut up!” the Boulevard Bytch dismissed him, more concerned with tugging the (once again) blindsided McGinty forwards and stuffing her head between her thighs. “Dark said this Bytch is leaving here tonight on a stretcher,” she went on, her tone low and full of threat, “so she’s leaving here tonight on a stretcher!”
Proclamation made, and standing Headscissors secured, Carla wrapped her arms about her opponents gulping tummy and, before anyone could react, wrenched Mariel up off the floor, suspended her upside to the canvas and then NAILED her crown first into the ring with a vicious Snap Piledriver!!
SNAP PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
Following a sharp spasm that ran the full length of her delectable body following the rapid compression of her neck and the brutal collision to her cranium, McGinty flopped to the deck and displayed zero signs of life as the crowd booed the assault. Had Crash been the legal member of Midnight Rising, she may well have been a mere three seconds away from victory, but instead she was forced to be content with tossing McGinty aside like the wreckage she had made of her, and get back up to her feet.
“Damn it, Carla,” the Official was fuming, “one more thing and I’ll…”
“Give me a break,” Crash scolded, “you’ll do…”
…nothing, just as Carla herself was about to surmise as it was in actuality Valarie who took matters into her own hands, much to the relief of FAWNatics, Stipanovic’s patience having finally run out as she charged into the ring. Technically speaking, Crash did see her coming, for all the good it did the Hardcore Hellion as she only had time to open her eyes wide long enough to witness the Big Boot of ‘Stems’ collide with her jaw and damn near take her head off!!
A loud ‘WHOOP!” went up from the crowd as Carla hit the canvas hard across her shoulders, one illegal participant taken out by another as she flopped out across the mat and lay in a stunned starfish. Those watching were in high spirits, especially when Valarie rallied them with a reinvigorated salute, filling the arena with their cheers…
…before a handful possessed the foresight to shout a warning, too few in number to be heard as Stipanovic turned about into the latest rapid reversal in fortunes! Dark was there, back on her feet and booting her in the gut to ruthlessly fold her forwards, tugging Stipanovic forwards into a firm Front Headlock before NAILING her against the deck with the STIFFEST of DDT’s!!
STIFF DDT: From 0:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6Yltwe7mds
Valarie took her turn to turn flaccid, knocked senseless and limp limbed as she quivered in a shellshocked heap across her side. Again, had both members of the shocking exchange been legal participants, then perhaps the match would be over, but Amanda was instead forced to growl in irritation as she scrapped Valarie’s remains off the deck.
“Get this through your head,” Dark sneered to the blank eyed and wobbly kneed brunette, before securing a firmer grip of both her hair and her belt, preparing to bum rush the other athlete back out of the ring. “We’re not here for you tonight!”
With a heave, Amanda tossed Valarie between the top and middle ropes and sent her sailing to the outside of the squared circle, drawing some minor sense of satisfaction from seeing her rapidly topple out of view. With a grimace, and with laboured breathing, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal leant forwards for a second as she rubbed her temples, silently cursing everyone that she could think of as her hangover returned a hundred-fold.
“Right then,” she exhaled, bitter to her core. “Where was I?”
The piledriven Mariel sits in a stupor, having made some progress to reach her feet but seemingly having forgotten how to reach a standing position after having her head spiked into the canvas-covered plywood.
Amanda collects the blonde’s noggin and yanks the rubbery champion to her feet. Dark moves her hands from McGinty’s golden mop to around the waist of the Gamazon from behind. The veteran shows her strength in addition to her vindictive side when she launches Mariel off the deck and sends the shoulders and back of her foe’s skull SLAMMING to the mat with a German Suplex.
GERMAN SUPLEX: @00:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFI5qCHEMho
Legs is left a splayed wreck behind a seated, satisfied Dark who pushes to her feet and turns to find the battered blonde flat to the canvas. Amanda edges next to the champion and pounds away with a series of stomps to McGinty’s ribs until the blonde is compelled to roll to her chest. The Storm Reaper plucks Mariel’s infamous lower limbs off the deck at the ankles. Dark steps atop McGinty’s hamstrings, posting the lower portion of the notorious gams around hers.
Amanda slaps Mariel’s sides, drawing her foe’s arms back enough to snatch them at the wrists and the Romero Special on the long-limbed beauty becomes a matter of time. Dark rocks until she can flop to her back and thrust McGinty heavenward, displayed to the crowd as the overrated loser she is.
ROMERO SPECIAL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zGO0NFvwA
Arms and legs stretched and bent like taffy, McGinty yelps in pain as she stares to the lights above. Her long limbs make Amanda’s effort an ungainly one and Dark fights to keep Mariel elevated and in anguish while keeping her own shoulders off the mat.
Despite the official’s offers for release from the pain, Mariel endures until Dark can hold the Romero no longer. The Storm Reaper releases Mariel’s wrists and thrusts her pelvis forward so Legs in turn is delivered face and chest first to the mat, landing with a ring-rattling crash.
Dark moves to the champ’s side, shovels Mariel to her back and climbs aboard in a tight crossbody pin, apparently deciding business first and pleasure later, as she could claim the titles for Midnight Rising then make good on her promise.
The ref slides down beside and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, McGinty denies the challenger by the scantest of margins, shifting a shoulder off the canvas.
The furious Mother of Midnight angrily paintbrushes the face of the titleholder, flushing the check struck by the challenger. The bracing impact seems to inspire McGinty into a meagre response, rising to a seat and shoving Dark, pushing Amanda up to her haunches.
“So, you want to play some more?” Dark asks. “Suits me.”
Grasping Mariel by a wrist she rises and tugs the faltering Gamazon up with her. But as she does, Mariel slips one arm behind Amanda’s neck and another behind a knee. She flips the startled Dark forward and to the deck, ending on top in a small package.
SMALL PACKAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJx8PxNWliQ
As Amanda squirms for her freedom, the ref drops to the canvas and hammers out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
The only Real Deal escapes a split second after, but the man in stripes is already leaping to his feet and signalling for the bell. Amanda scrambles to her boot soles and chases after him, protesting vehemently. A furious Carla joins her, cornering the man and demanding an explanation.
As the official does his best, holding three fingers aloft, a delighted if somewhat woozy Valerie enters and helps her partner to vertical, the duo hugging as the ring announcer makes the verdict official.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions…Leggs, Inc.”
As the zebra pushes through the failed challengers and collects the belts from a FAWN attendant to pass to the celebrating victors, the Boulevard Bytch can take no more. She charges the embracing champions, NAILING Mariel between the shoulder blades with a forearm smash. The blonde lurches forward, banging coconuts with her partner. The unintended head butt sends Val into a drunken backpedal and she tumbles through the ropes, spilling to the floor below.
The enraged Crash grabs the remaining champion by a shoulder and wrist and spins her into an Irish Whip. McGinty sprints to the ropes and rebounds to the waiting Carla who thrusts her hands under Mariel’s arm pits and heaves her foe toward the rafters.
The Boulevard Bytch catches the Gamazon around the thighs of Legs’ lethal weapons, the limbs atop her shoulders and Carla Pop-up Powerbombs Mariel to the deck, almost certainly leaving a McGinty-sized depression in the plywood beneath.
POP-UP POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Duf5jTHE1fY
But the raging Bytch isn’t done. With Amanda’s words echoing in her brain, she peels what’s left of Mariel off the canvas and tugs the head of a stooped McGinty between her thighs. She captures the champ’s arms in double underhooks, and every jeering fan in the house knows what’s coming.
Crash launches the Gamazon, the blonde’s boot soles pointed to the lights in Carla’s grasp.
DOWN the crown of Mariel’s cranium comes, the Boulevard Bytch putting out McGinty’s dimmed lights with the Reality Check.
REALITY CHECK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI5w67SjIJA
A kneeling Carla hovers just above the head of the broken, face-down Legs. Amanda stands behind her partner, kneading Crash’s shoulders with a creased grin, both women providing a look to the hard camera’s lens indicating while they’re not champions, their mission is accomplished.
As EMTs and a wobbling Valerie rush to check on the comatose Mariel, Midnight Rising bid their adieu under the barrage of boos. And when the med techs indeed call for a stretcher, an unsettling grin emerges on Carla’s lips.
Message delivered.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, ensuring that he had captured their attention. “The following contest will be for One Fall, and the Tag Team Championships!!”
If the FAWNatics hadn’t been letting themselves be heard before, they were now, their cheers filling the packed arena.
“Introducing first,” he continued, masterfully enrapturing their collective attentions. “The Challengers, coming in tonight at a combined weight of a two hundred and seventy pounds, the Storm Reaper and Boulevard Bytch, MIDNIGHT! RISING!!”
A moment later…
ANNIHILATION
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8PMJ4wyoe8
…burst into life over the loud speakers, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the announced partnership stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed that they were taking their sweet time in arriving…
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to step into the light, every single inch of the five foot eight, one hundred- and thirty-five-pound, dark-haired destroyer’s sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time on her way down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette and, while she was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, to consider her to be any less lethal was a mistake that would be critical…
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit of violence on anyone she deemed too weak to prevent it…
CARLA CRASH
As Dark finally reached the steel steps, she stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé followed a pace or two after, Crash rolling her shoulders and keeping limber as she paced to centre ring to claim it as her territory.
Amanda had other priorities, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she had delegated as hers, turning herself about to slump down to sitting on the middle one. She made no effort to take any further action other than to address Carla when the younger wrestler turned to face her.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” Dark waved vaguely in her offshoots direction whilst barely repressing a yawn, leaning her head back as if she was about to grab a powernap, irritable about being disturbed. “Get ready to f*ck somebody the f*ck up.”
Crash nodded, returning to her spot at centre ring, rolling her shoulders anew and cracking her neck, listening as Amanda imparted one last decree.
“The blonde one is leaving here on a stretcher,” Dark released a deep sigh. “I forget which one is which.”
With the next victims in place, the lights lower. The Tron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blares from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM) The Amazonian ideals, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to centre stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry and the gaudy gold and leather belts across their long, lean midriffs.
MARIEL MCGINTY
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
The champions’ anthem isn’t played without very good cause. Reaching their spot on the stage, the partners turn to each other and glide hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from their opposite number. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-five the fans on either side, confident in tonight’s result.
The mob chants for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they reach the ring.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
The blonde is clad in a cut-off grey Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multi-coloured speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beam like the queens of the mountain they are. Mariel motions for the referee to move Midnight Rising back to their corner. He does, the man checking the twosome for any foreign objects once they reach the buckles. Meanwhile, the incorporated champions unstrap their hardware, raising the tag belts high.
The ring announcer breaks into the captivating display.
“And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…your tag team champions…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing duo with an ovation that only slows when Mariel calls for a microphone, both leggy grapplers turning from the lens of the hard camera to this month’s casualties. The blonde raises it to her lips.
“Ladies. Morning comes to every night. Consider my partner and I, the sun. While we shine, rabble like you don’t really stand a chance. Get ready to crash back into the dark.”
Valerie chuckles at the pun at each challenger’s expense.
McGinty hands the stick to the official then each champion offers their belts for safekeeping, laying them over the zebra’s extended arm. Mariel and Val backpedal to their corner, Stems continuing through the ropes and dropping to the floor to leave the Gamazon to start the match for the titleholders.
It was not initially clear as to whether or not Amanda Dark had been paying attention, sat back as she still was on the middle turnbuckle, languid in her posture as her partner, the younger Crash, performed the duties of staring down the Tag Team Champs. Only after an uncomfortable delay did she in fact display continued signs of life, her body language making sure everyone knew how ‘put out’ she was feeling as she raised her shades for the first time that evening, squinting in irritation as she glanced between the opposing blonde and brunette.
With a short, clearly annoyed sigh, the veteran dropped her shades back down into place, reached up to grasp the top ropes to either side of her and, with the world on her shoulders, she pulled herself up to standing. Turning to her protégé, Amanda dropped a hand on the young woman’s shoulder before turning her back on Mariel inside the ring, “Don’t forget what I said.”
Her instructions given, Dark ducked between the top and middle ropes and stepped out onto the apron, dropping herself down to the concrete barely a second later. She didn’t stay in her teams’ corner for long, the Mother of Midnight instead making her way to the barricades, seemingly set on relieving some poor, unfortunate Gentlemen of his beverage.
It was a bad place for one half of Midnight Nation to be heading on the cusp of a Tag Team Title shot.
Carla appeared unfazed, rolling her shoulders and stepping forwards, cracking her neck as McGinty accepted her unspoken challenge without blinking. The moment the Champion and Challenger were scarcely a foot apart, the bell rang to begin the contest and, with the crowd cheering, both shot forwards and collided at centre ring in a solid collar and elbow tie up.
Immediately, both young women strained against one another, flexing and tensing as they slowly circled, one managing to gain a step forward before being forced to take a renewed step in retreat. Their features close together, they grunted with exertion, Carla’s expression turning slowly into a scowl as the blonde refused to give ground in any meaningful fashion.
In reflection, Mariel smirked.
“We asked Bethany for a challenge,” the blonde exhaled with a breathy grunt, her bold smile only growing wider. “Which barrel did she scrape the two of you out of the bottom of?”
Exhaling sharply, Crash did not take kindly to that as, by some unspoken signal, the duo broke apart with a sharp shove. Like two lionesses, they circled slowly, measuring one another as the FAWNatics watched on.
“Touch a nerve?” Mariel perked her brow, clearly unimpressed so far. “Cat got your tongue?”
Carla didn’t answer, not verbally, instead coming to a stop and rising her right hand high, flexing her fingers in invitation.
In her teams’ corner, Valarie brought her hands together in support of her partner. “She wants to get embarrassed,” she prompted, “let her!”
McGinty nodded in agreement, stepping forwards with her own right hand raised high, preparing to…
EAT a big boot to her tummy, Mariel releasing a great gasp of air as the FAWNatics cried foul, Carla unrepentant as she blindsided her adversary with the STIFF kick to her exposed tummy. Unfazed by her duplicity, Crash surged forwards and nailed her momentarily winded foe with a wicked, European Uppercut to the underside of the folded blondes jaw, the Hollywood Hooligan rocketing the dazed Champion back up to vertical and sent her stumbling away.
The crowd were in full voice now, and they were not happy, showering the ring with their displeasure as, after a roll of her right shoulder, Carla pursued her opponent like a rottweiler. The moment she was back within arm’s reach…
…McGinty spun about on the spot and NAILED Crash across the torso with a blistering CHOP across her chest, the CRACK picked up by the hard camera and heard by several people sat in the front rows. The jeering of the crowd transformed quickly into a loud WHOOP! as Crash stumbled backwards, muttering several curses between fresh hisses, Mariel stepping in to deliver a second salvo…
…which didn’t hit!
Carla ducked low, the tempo of the contest increasing rapidly, the Boulevard Bytch now stepping forwards into her adversaries wide open guard and grasping the Gamazon by her prized thighs. With a heady grunt, Crash braced her posture and then suddenly powered the blonde up into the air and swept her clean off her feet. Mariel had time to release a short cry before Carla flung her uprooted cargo forwards, SLAMMING her back down to earth across her shoulders on the wrong end of a swift Spinebuster!!
The canvas flexed with a loud bang as a grimacing and flattened McGinty briefly bucked into a pained arch before she flopped out flat across the plywood. She would have rolled over, had Crash not jumped atop her, straddling her hips and snatching a fierce handful of the young women’s hair. Immediately Carla set about delivering a rapid series of stiff, closed fist punches, earning a rebuttal not only from the Official, but the FAWNatics as well.
“Watch it!!” Valarie warned Crash passionately from her teams’ corner, speaking out against the current mugging. “Do something!” she demanded of the man in black and white in the face of outright cheating, “or I wi…”
The brunette didn’t get to finish her warning as, as it turned out, out of sight, out of mind was the last place you wanted someone like Amanda Dark to be.
A few of the more alert members of the crowd had attempted to issue out a warning, but it came far too late, the Mother of Midnight suddenly appearing on Stipanovic’s blindside outside the squared circle. Reaching out, Amanda grabbed the unsuspecting ‘Stems’ by her ankles and unceremoniously ripped her feet clean off its footing on the apron!!
Valarie, her heart skipping a beat, yelped as she suddenly found herself falling, her upper body WHACKING off the ringside on her way down to the concrete, and her knees spasming painfully as she landed with a painful jolt! Before she could regain her bearings, Dark grabbed her by the back of her head and, with the crowd serenading her with abuse, the Storm Reaper SLAMMED Stipanovic face first off the apron!
With her features forcibly bouncing off the hardest part of the ring, the shellshocked Valarie’s expression looked glassy as she stared off into the middle distance, still in the precarious possession of one half of Midnight rising. Amanda was merciless, keeping a hold of Stipanovic as she bodily spun her around on the spot, lining up her next target.
“Let’s see if we can’t make this match a handicap,” Dark mulled over to no-one but herself. “I don’t want any interruptions as we take the blonde apart!!”
Securing a firm grip Valarie’s belt, Amanda released the first genuine burst of effort she had made all day, growling as she bum rushed the Champion on a disastrous course towards the steel steps…
In a daze, her forehead having been banged off the deck, the long-limbed Angeleno covers the space to the metal quickly, barely having time to spin her back into the collision. Valerie’s spine CLANGS into the steps. Her face etches in pain as she puddles on the arena floor, grasping for the base of her battered backbone.
As the crowd jeers a thoroughly unconcerned Amanda, Carla’s given up her illegal bombardment at the threat of a disqualification. She dismounts the splayed blonde beneath her and roughly grabs a wrist and shoulder, ripping the champion to her feet. Aiming Mariel at the far ropes, Carla starts to send McGinty off for the ride with an Irish Whip, but the Gamazon plants and reverses the heave, only for Crash to reverse again, tossing Mariel off on a much shorter trip.
There isn’t enough distance to spin into the impact and Mariel rushes in chest-first, BANGING violently into the buckles. She drunkenly stumbles out in a back pedal but makes it only a few feet before the Hollywood Hooligan leaps into a raised knee to the base of the towering blonde’s backbone.
Mariel lurches forward, her chest again banging against the top buckle, arms flopping over the ropes on either side to keep her upright. Within a split-second, Carla’s upon her foe, spinning McGinty to face her. Stuffing the crown of her head under Mariel’s chin, the brawler clenches her digits and pounds combinations into the champ’s rack and midriff. McGinty tries to cover up but Carla’s inside the defences, pounding away until the referee again steps in, demanding the Boulevard Bytch get her rival out of the corner.
Beaming at Amanda, her partner now back in the corner of Midnight Rising, Carla tugs a stumbling, grimacing McGinty out of the corner until they reach the middle. Crash delivers a delving toe kick into the long, lean tummy of Legs, doubling the Gamazon over at the waist. Instantly, Crash is racing to the ropes at Mariel’s side. Leaping from McGinty’s left, Carla snags the champ’s noggin as she flips over the top of the stooped braincase and RIPS Mariel to the deck with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
The faltering McGinty is left splayed on the mat, cradling the back of her neck with both hands as her boot soles patter against the canvas. The challenger dives across Mariel, shoving her foe’s long legs flat to the canvas before hooking the near one while in a lateral press across McGinty’s long frame for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel uses the never-ending lower limbs to kick free, shoving Carla up to her haunches. Crash nods, seemingly unsurprised Mariel survived this early test. But there are so many others to give. She sinks a set of talons into McGinty’s scalp and pulls Mariel to stooped feet as she rises. She draws the Gamazon to Mother Midnight’s presence and tags Dark into the match.
Unsurprisingly, Carla’s slow to depart the action and Valerie’s not yet in a position to complain, the Incorporated brunette doing her best to rattle her senses back into place with a shake of her head while seated on the steps she dented. With the Leggs, Inc corner unoccupied, Amada takes a wrist and shoulder of the faltering McGinty and heaves her into a sprint across the ring. This time Mariel has enough time to spin and take the impact against her spine. The pain appears just as great.
And it only doubles when the currently illegal Carla races after, and PLOWS into her target with her Crash Test, the avalanche splash burying the Gamazon under a heavy, breathy impact from the Boulevard Bytch.
Carla tosses the ragdolled McGinty past her, Mariel stumbling seemingly blindly toward the waiting, dipping Dark. Amanda ‘hups’ the long, lean blonde across her shoulders; not an easy task for many but Amanda handles it easily. With the champ in a fireman’s carry, Dark parades a softly squirming McGinty in a tight circle before genuflecting and tossing Mariel forward over her shoulders as she drops to one knee, GUTTING the Gamazon with her Buster.
FIREMAN’S CARRY GUTBUSTER: @1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnXyavcvUFc
A retching Mariel grasps at her tanned tummy in front of the kneeling Dark. Imperiously, Amanda places her right knee atop McGinty’s gulping belly for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel pushes away the arrogant Mother Midnight, which doesn’t seem to make the brunette particularly pleased. Roughly, she tugs the groaning McGinty to her feet and leans her long, lithe frame back in an arch, a backhand grip across the throat of the flagging flaxen-haired Amazon. Dark leans into the dragon sleeper. The challengers, having done a superior job of breaking down Legs’ body, now work on her consciousness, Dark cutting off her foe’s carotid flow.
Mariel waves her arms futilely above, the spastic movements growing more fitful by the second as a worried Stems, finally back at her station, calls out for Mariel to respond and save the Incorporated reign. Whether that’s what prompts it, McGinty manages to swing one of her infamous weapons upward, McGinty’s boot THUMPING into Amanda’s face with significant force considering the beating the champ’s taken.
Dark’s grip loosens considerably then dissipates completely with a second connection. She staggers away, hands to her face and cursing under her breath while allowing Mariel to drop to the canvas.
Realizing the Gamazon is about to escape the early trap, Dark chases the crawling McGinty to Leggs, Inc territory only for Mariel to leap to a tag of the outstretched hand of her teammate. The Mother of Midnight puts on the brakes but only well enough to leave her a target for Valerie, who snatches the top cable and springs over, directly into a dropkick to the brunette’s chest.
Amanda is sent tumbling heels over head in a back somersault. She manages to use the momentum to pop to her feet, but then nearly has her head removed from her neck by a Big Boot from the snarling Stems, ready for serious payback on the previously rampaging contenders.
On her back, Amanda stares blankly at the rafters, her dark eyes glazed from the heavy artillery Stems brings to bear with her endless lower limbs. The Angeleno scrambles to her feet and backpedals to the ropes behind her. She sprints out of the cables and leaps above the splayed challenger, skying into a set of splits, the front end of which SLAMS down across the throat and shoulders of the Mother of Midnight.
Amanda spasms and falls still, Val’s right leg draped across her for a comeback…
ONE…
TWO…
Amanda shoves Stipanovic off and away, the titleholder reaching her feet quickly and more than ready with a stomp to the spine when Dark reaches all fours in an effort to find a tag of her own.
“You had the moment you can tell your grandchildren about, nobody,” Valerie growls. “But now you get the rest.”
Stems cups her hands around Amanda’s ears and draws the shellshocked Dark to her feet, only to get tagged with a European Uppercut Amanda brings with her on the rise to her feet.
Valerie’s left on rubbery legs, but she manages to use one of them in a sweeping enziguri kick to the back left of the challenger’s skull, sending the Mother of Midnight through a drunken pirouette. When Dark stays vertical, Stipanovic responds with another kick, this time the toes of her boots into Amanda’s navel, doubling her foe over.
A smirking Val points at Carla.
“Take a look at this,” she shouts to the Boulevard Bytch.
Quietly stewing in her teams’ corner, there wasn’t much more Crash could do except exactly that, tension mounting in her shoulders as she grasped the top rope, a sprinter who wasn’t allowed to leave the starting blocks.
Tauntingly, Valarie kept eye contact with the inactive half of Midnight Rising as she backed up several paces, well aware of Amanda’s location without needing to even look at her. Only at the last moment did she cease her teasing of the currently impotent Boulevard Bytch and return her eyes to the forcibly penitent Amanda, Stipanovic launching herself forwards into a sprint and, with her dark-haired opponent going no-where, NAILED the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal with a stiff knee up against her chest!
Dark grunted as the jarring collision against her torso popped her back up to standing, the veteran on wobbly footing as she fell a full half step into retreat. She did not, however, tumble over, thanks in part to Valarie grasping her by the left wrist, fully extending the capture limb and twisting it into a painful angle. Amanda grimaced, but she had little time to do much more as, with the FAWNatics egging her on, ‘Stems’ continued to make use of her most powerful assets, whipping her long, right leg up and around through the air WHACKING!! the Storm Reaper clean across her chops with a blisteringly gorgeous Leg Lariat!
RUNNING KNEE LIFT/LEG LARIAT COMBO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BsxybEV1nk
Like a puppet with her strings cut, Dark toppled to the canvas, hitting the deck hard across her shoulders and splayed out like a starfish. Some manner of instinctual behaviour kicked in, decades of muscle memory rolling Amanda over to lay across her toned tummy, sparing her from an immediate attempt at a pinfall.
Running on autopilot didn’t prove to do her much good however as Valarie was most certainly not, and she didn’t look too terribly displeased with the turn of events. Instead, she stepped forward and continued her blistering assault, snapping her luscious, right gam up high, much to the appreciation of the ringside photographers, and SLAMMED the sole of her right boot down between the shoulder blades of Dark with a meaty WHACK!
That woke Amanda up, the Mother of Midnight hissing as her upper body popped up onto her elbows, grimacing as the points of impact throbbed.
Stepping back just long enough to stretch her arms out wide to rally the vocal support of the FAWNatics, Stipanovic wasn’t done as she rapidly reloaded that same stem and, after raising it up high, CRACKED her heal down against the base of her opponent’s neck!
INSULT TO INJURY AXE KICKS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sx-nChtwLaI
Dark grunted, a spasm running through her backbone as a tingling sensation began trail down to the tips of her fingers, Amanda grimacing as her vision blurred and she felt a little nauseous. Stubbornly, she tried to push her way back up, but she was halted immediately by Valarie straddling the small of her back and sitting herself down on the Storm Reapers buttocks. Moments later, her seat secured, the leggy brunette cupped both of her palms beneath Dark’s chin and immediately began to pull back, curving Dark’s spine entirely the wrong way in a blistering curve of torment.
CAMEL CLUTCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Say the word, grandma,” Stipanovic taunted, expertly applying pressure with short bursts, increasing the torque with each fresh jostle. “It’s past nap time.”
Were she not so busy grimacing, Amanda would have scowled, her heart beating rapidly as the entirety of her upper body was being strained. In her prime, she had been considerably more flexible, but she would be damned if she allowed her pride to buckle now, shaking her head when the Official asked how she was feeling.
“What about you, lackey?” Stipanovic threw a glance over at Crash, the second half of Midnight Rising still stuck in her corner, Valarie feeling cocky with Dark well and truly corralled. “Feel like throwing in the towel before she throws out a hip?”
For a moment, Carla looked like she was about to snap out a retort before something else seemed to capture her attention. With a sudden glint in her eye that was most defiantly dangerous, Crash dropped down from her spot on the apron and, before anyone quite realised what was happening, the Hollywood Hooligan set off at a sprint, dashing around the outskirts of the squared circle.
The rest of the arena caught on a second too late as Mariel, on the verge of pulling herself back together after the early lynching, was just about to climb back up onto the apron. She didn’t make it that far, those closest shouting out a warning to no avail as Crash, releasing a war cry, appeared on her six on the back end of a blistering charge and SLAMMED into her body with a bone jarring shoulder tackle!
With time enough to release a short cry, McGinty was knocked clean off her feet and sent hurtling to one side, CRASHING against the steel steps that one poor stagehand had only just put back into position. The CLANG of ‘Legs’ colliding with the unyielding furniture filled the arena as she bounced back off them, clutching at her shoulder as she rolled across the floor, the victim of an unprovoked ambush.
“For Gods sake!” Valarie exclaimed from inside the squared circle, frustration boiling over as she released Amanda from her debilitating Clutch, leaving her gasping in relief and splayed out across the canvas. Marching on over towards the scene of the crime, she grabbed the Official’s attention on her way there. “Would you do your job,” she demanded of the man in black and white, “and put a stop to this crap already?”
Outside the ring, Carla was relentless, performing a fine job of earning everyone’s hatred as she scraped the reeling Mariel off the concrete.
“Remember me?” she questioned, tuning McGinty about so she could snuggle up to the back of the blonde.
“By the time I’m done,” Crash promised as she slung ‘Legs’ wounded wing up and over her shoulders before securing the young woman about one of her prized thighs.
“You’ll never forget me!” she finished before, after shoving a palm into the small of her foes back and released a bust of effort, she boosted the Gamazon high up into the air. She kept her there for a just a second longer than necessary to let her fate sink in, before dropping her back down to earth, CRACKING the base of her neck off the top of the Steel Barricades on the way there!!
BACK SUPLEX ONTO BARRICADE: @0:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii3123AdwiM
Many FAWNatics looked away as, near boneless, Mariel flopped down to the concrete in a pained puddle, some manner of synapses misfiring as her right leg kicked with sporadic twitches.
Carla didn’t even look back at her handiwork, instead marking back towards the ring, coming to stand with her arms outstretched wide, lips quirking in savage satisfaction.
Inside the ring, Valarie glared daggers at the Boulevard Bytch, threatening her with sharp gestures and just barely preventing herself from diving out of the squared circle right there and then. She held herself back, granting the Official one last opportunity to assert even an inkling of control and, after sparing her ailing partner a brief, concerned glance, forced herself to focus on her own challenges.
She turned about on the spot…
…and was damn near beheaded, her eyes snapping open wide just before Dark NAILED her with a Clothesline that was surely delivered straight from the pits of Hell!!
MIDNIGHT HARVEST!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDdhjhR-m88
The long, lean brunette is ripped off her feet, the crowd groaning in surprise and sympathy when Stems is sent through a violent backflip from the brutal force of the Harvest. Valerie lands on her face and chest, knocked into next week by Amanda.
Dark skids to a stop, dropping to a knee from using most of her remaining energy. With Stipanovic softly stirring back to life, Carla calls for her opportunity. Shouting at her partner, she moves her stance to the bottom buckle in order to make her extended hand an even more inviting target.
“Let me at her, Mother.”
Dark pushes to her feet and struggles to her partner, slapping the palm of the Boulevard Bytch.
The eager Carla can barely contain herself, flinging her body over the top rope and striding to the rising Stipanovic, Valerie up to hands and knees.
For the moment, Val is in a handicap match, a blasted McGinty moving but not with any urgency or indeed awareness of where she is. Crash is more than ready to take advantage, driving a punt into the brunette’s right set of ribs, the champ sent barrel rolling in the opposite direction. The Angeleno’s stubborn streak allows Valerie to shove to hands and knees again. This time Carla sinks a set of nails into the near-six-footer’s dark locks, hauling Stipanovic to her boot soles, but also keeping her stooped, head within easy pounding distance.
Crash pivots and loads up a HUGE backhand chop that CRASHES, no pun intended, across the chest of the wobbling brunette. Valerie’s arms windmill to keep her slender frame from collapsing.
The brawling Carla follows with a right cross to the jaw that has Val’s famed legs stepping in fencepost holes as she fights to remain upright. Stipanovic eventually stumbles into the blonde’s arms, the shorter but power-packed Boulevard Bytch having no trouble scooping the battered Stems off her feet, Crash cradling her foe perpendicular to her chest. With Val strapped sideways across her bosom, Carla flings the champ off to her side and powers Stems’ spine down across bended knee with a heartless Spinning Backbreaker.
SPINNING BACKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbxHiEAicY4
Carla lets Valerie’s slack body slide to the canvas, Stipanovic’s long torso arching in agony from the pain in her bruised vertebrae. Crash watches with satisfaction, eschewing a pin attempt to enjoy her handiwork. The blonde peeks over a shoulder and sees more of it, a grimacing Mariel only now working her way toward the Leggs, Inc. corner.
Determined to continue proving the tag title match her own personal showcase, Carla digs one set of her digits into Val’s sable mop and the other into the muscles of a shoulder. Lifting then bullying Stems deep into the nearest set of ropes, the Boulevard Bytch heaves Val across the canvas, the long lower limbs of Stipanovic eating up the space in wide strides. Valerie u-turns out of the cables, sprinting toward a charging Carla, the blonde’s shoulders lowered as she prepares to put a Shock to Val’s System with her particularly vicious version of a spear.
Perhaps having scouted her challenger, Valerie leapfrogs over the Carla’s attempted tackle. She shifts her direction enough to race on to the Incorporated corner. The prodigal daughter of the team having finally returned to her station, Mariel gets tagged on the shoulder by a groaning Stems. Legs bends her long frame through the ropes to take up the battle.
McGinty barely gets two steps within when a returning Carla delivers the Shock to the Gamazon’s System instead, folding McGinty around her impaling shoulder then burying Mariel to the canvas with a ruthless, goring attack. The FAWNatics momentary excitement at seeing what McGinty can do is replaced with the silence caused by Carla’s continued dominance. Crash hovers over the splayed Mariel, kneeling next to the splayed Gamazon.
“Put these losers on a runway in Milan. They sure as hell don’t belong in here with me.”
Crash drops her sweat-slickened frame atop the gutted and groaning Legs in a lateral press. Carla hooks one of her foe’s so-called weapons for good measure as the official slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mariel uses her free leg and a pelvic thrust to kick loose of the predicament, flopping to her side, and already reaching back to her winded partner, Valerie not looking much like she wants to re-enter, not that her bruised body is within range of a tag.
“You got this,” Stems offers unconvincingly.
Carla rolls her eyes and manoeuvres McGinty to a seat in front of her. Grabbing the blonde’s wrists, she pulls the Gamazon’s arms behind her while stuffing the cap of her knee between Mariel’s shoulder blades. Her modified surfboard ‘in the water’, the Boulevard Bytch grinds it deep, Mariel mewling in pain but shaking her head when the zebra offers her a way out.
“Does she?” Carla asks. “Does she got it, stick figure?”
Seemingly spurred, Mariel puts her soles to the canvas and starts backing her frame into her fellow blonde. Using Carla’s body, the champ starts to rise against her, Crash looking flummoxed for the first time. Mariel reaches full verticality, her foe’s knee no longer lodged. Pivoting, McGinty uses the grips on her wrists to toss Carla halfway across the ring. The Boulevard Bytch tucks and rolls, limiting the effect of the impact on her frame. She pops to her feet, turns, and charges Legs, only to have the Gamazon lead with a Big Boot aimed directly at the challenger’s chin.
Deftly, Carla drops into a matrix-like arch, Mariel’s boot flashing inches above the face of the contender.
Having escaped the attack by inches, Crash returns to vertical and decides it might be time for the Mother of Midnight to cast her spell against the recovered Gamazon.
The blonde hustles to her partner, turning the reins over to her veteran counterpart. Amanda enters carefully, watchful eyes on the towering blonde as she enters. Dark wheels out of home territory as McGinty settles mid-ring, beckoning the challenger forward.
“You caught us off-guard,” Mariel huffs, delaying her attack to draw in a few more deep breaths. “No more.”
The Mother of Midnight chuckles as she moves toward her foe, hooking up in a collar-and-elbow when she has McGinty’s back pointed toward the challengers’ corner. Amanda tries to muscle the long, lean Gamazon back to her side of town, but Mariel has her infamous limbs leaning forward and, with the leverage on her side, it’s Mariel who controls the startled challenger.
The champ slowly backs her rival down before twisting her into a side headlock. Turning the grip into a ¾ Facelock, McGinty snap mares Amanda to a rough seat on the mat then sends a soccer kick to the brunette’s lower spine, sending a flinch of pain coursing through the Storm Reaper’s body.
Pulling up a grimacing Dark from behind, Mariel keeps Amanda bent at the waist as she sidles alongside the challenger. Lifting her right knee to Dark’s temple, she grabs the opposite arm of her foe like a handle and whispers not-so-sweet nothings. Laying out, she BLASTS the Mother of Midnight with her McAttack, leaving the veteran in a daze from the concussive conclusion.
McATTACK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
For a smattering of seconds, the lights went out for the Storm Reaper, the veteran looking like she had just been shot in the temple as she JOLTED away from the impact and back up to sitting. There was no-one home, however, as her eyes rolled briefly back to display the whites before she slopped over to one side, the FAWNatics daring to hope that this was it.
McGinty wasted no time, throwing herself atop Dark and securing one of her legs, pulling the now languid lower limb in tight as she went for the pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…Crash dived into the ring, much to the displeasure of the crowd watching, slamming both of her fists down between Mariel’s shoulder blades to just barely break up the pin, forcing a surprised, pained grunt to emerge from the very nearly victorious blonde.
Carla wasn’t finished, back on her feet swiftly in the moments following her intervention, grabbing ‘Legs’ by her mane and yanking her up to her boot leather. She patently ignored the protests of the Official, the man in black and white demanding that she leave the ring, Crash instead burying her knee deep into her would be victims gut, rewarded with a fresh groan from the Champion and ruthlessly folding her adversary forwards.
“Crash…” the Official tried his sternest tone.
“Shut up!” the Boulevard Bytch dismissed him, more concerned with tugging the (once again) blindsided McGinty forwards and stuffing her head between her thighs. “Dark said this Bytch is leaving here tonight on a stretcher,” she went on, her tone low and full of threat, “so she’s leaving here tonight on a stretcher!”
Proclamation made, and standing Headscissors secured, Carla wrapped her arms about her opponents gulping tummy and, before anyone could react, wrenched Mariel up off the floor, suspended her upside to the canvas and then NAILED her crown first into the ring with a vicious Snap Piledriver!!
SNAP PILEDRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
Following a sharp spasm that ran the full length of her delectable body following the rapid compression of her neck and the brutal collision to her cranium, McGinty flopped to the deck and displayed zero signs of life as the crowd booed the assault. Had Crash been the legal member of Midnight Rising, she may well have been a mere three seconds away from victory, but instead she was forced to be content with tossing McGinty aside like the wreckage she had made of her, and get back up to her feet.
“Damn it, Carla,” the Official was fuming, “one more thing and I’ll…”
“Give me a break,” Crash scolded, “you’ll do…”
…nothing, just as Carla herself was about to surmise as it was in actuality Valarie who took matters into her own hands, much to the relief of FAWNatics, Stipanovic’s patience having finally run out as she charged into the ring. Technically speaking, Crash did see her coming, for all the good it did the Hardcore Hellion as she only had time to open her eyes wide long enough to witness the Big Boot of ‘Stems’ collide with her jaw and damn near take her head off!!
A loud ‘WHOOP!” went up from the crowd as Carla hit the canvas hard across her shoulders, one illegal participant taken out by another as she flopped out across the mat and lay in a stunned starfish. Those watching were in high spirits, especially when Valarie rallied them with a reinvigorated salute, filling the arena with their cheers…
…before a handful possessed the foresight to shout a warning, too few in number to be heard as Stipanovic turned about into the latest rapid reversal in fortunes! Dark was there, back on her feet and booting her in the gut to ruthlessly fold her forwards, tugging Stipanovic forwards into a firm Front Headlock before NAILING her against the deck with the STIFFEST of DDT’s!!
STIFF DDT: From 0:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6Yltwe7mds
Valarie took her turn to turn flaccid, knocked senseless and limp limbed as she quivered in a shellshocked heap across her side. Again, had both members of the shocking exchange been legal participants, then perhaps the match would be over, but Amanda was instead forced to growl in irritation as she scrapped Valarie’s remains off the deck.
“Get this through your head,” Dark sneered to the blank eyed and wobbly kneed brunette, before securing a firmer grip of both her hair and her belt, preparing to bum rush the other athlete back out of the ring. “We’re not here for you tonight!”
With a heave, Amanda tossed Valarie between the top and middle ropes and sent her sailing to the outside of the squared circle, drawing some minor sense of satisfaction from seeing her rapidly topple out of view. With a grimace, and with laboured breathing, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal leant forwards for a second as she rubbed her temples, silently cursing everyone that she could think of as her hangover returned a hundred-fold.
“Right then,” she exhaled, bitter to her core. “Where was I?”
The piledriven Mariel sits in a stupor, having made some progress to reach her feet but seemingly having forgotten how to reach a standing position after having her head spiked into the canvas-covered plywood.
Amanda collects the blonde’s noggin and yanks the rubbery champion to her feet. Dark moves her hands from McGinty’s golden mop to around the waist of the Gamazon from behind. The veteran shows her strength in addition to her vindictive side when she launches Mariel off the deck and sends the shoulders and back of her foe’s skull SLAMMING to the mat with a German Suplex.
GERMAN SUPLEX: @00:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFI5qCHEMho
Legs is left a splayed wreck behind a seated, satisfied Dark who pushes to her feet and turns to find the battered blonde flat to the canvas. Amanda edges next to the champion and pounds away with a series of stomps to McGinty’s ribs until the blonde is compelled to roll to her chest. The Storm Reaper plucks Mariel’s infamous lower limbs off the deck at the ankles. Dark steps atop McGinty’s hamstrings, posting the lower portion of the notorious gams around hers.
Amanda slaps Mariel’s sides, drawing her foe’s arms back enough to snatch them at the wrists and the Romero Special on the long-limbed beauty becomes a matter of time. Dark rocks until she can flop to her back and thrust McGinty heavenward, displayed to the crowd as the overrated loser she is.
ROMERO SPECIAL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_zGO0NFvwA
Arms and legs stretched and bent like taffy, McGinty yelps in pain as she stares to the lights above. Her long limbs make Amanda’s effort an ungainly one and Dark fights to keep Mariel elevated and in anguish while keeping her own shoulders off the mat.
Despite the official’s offers for release from the pain, Mariel endures until Dark can hold the Romero no longer. The Storm Reaper releases Mariel’s wrists and thrusts her pelvis forward so Legs in turn is delivered face and chest first to the mat, landing with a ring-rattling crash.
Dark moves to the champ’s side, shovels Mariel to her back and climbs aboard in a tight crossbody pin, apparently deciding business first and pleasure later, as she could claim the titles for Midnight Rising then make good on her promise.
The ref slides down beside and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, McGinty denies the challenger by the scantest of margins, shifting a shoulder off the canvas.
The furious Mother of Midnight angrily paintbrushes the face of the titleholder, flushing the check struck by the challenger. The bracing impact seems to inspire McGinty into a meagre response, rising to a seat and shoving Dark, pushing Amanda up to her haunches.
“So, you want to play some more?” Dark asks. “Suits me.”
Grasping Mariel by a wrist she rises and tugs the faltering Gamazon up with her. But as she does, Mariel slips one arm behind Amanda’s neck and another behind a knee. She flips the startled Dark forward and to the deck, ending on top in a small package.
SMALL PACKAGE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJx8PxNWliQ
As Amanda squirms for her freedom, the ref drops to the canvas and hammers out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
The only Real Deal escapes a split second after, but the man in stripes is already leaping to his feet and signalling for the bell. Amanda scrambles to her boot soles and chases after him, protesting vehemently. A furious Carla joins her, cornering the man and demanding an explanation.
As the official does his best, holding three fingers aloft, a delighted if somewhat woozy Valerie enters and helps her partner to vertical, the duo hugging as the ring announcer makes the verdict official.
“Your winners and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions…Leggs, Inc.”
As the zebra pushes through the failed challengers and collects the belts from a FAWN attendant to pass to the celebrating victors, the Boulevard Bytch can take no more. She charges the embracing champions, NAILING Mariel between the shoulder blades with a forearm smash. The blonde lurches forward, banging coconuts with her partner. The unintended head butt sends Val into a drunken backpedal and she tumbles through the ropes, spilling to the floor below.
The enraged Crash grabs the remaining champion by a shoulder and wrist and spins her into an Irish Whip. McGinty sprints to the ropes and rebounds to the waiting Carla who thrusts her hands under Mariel’s arm pits and heaves her foe toward the rafters.
The Boulevard Bytch catches the Gamazon around the thighs of Legs’ lethal weapons, the limbs atop her shoulders and Carla Pop-up Powerbombs Mariel to the deck, almost certainly leaving a McGinty-sized depression in the plywood beneath.
POP-UP POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Duf5jTHE1fY
But the raging Bytch isn’t done. With Amanda’s words echoing in her brain, she peels what’s left of Mariel off the canvas and tugs the head of a stooped McGinty between her thighs. She captures the champ’s arms in double underhooks, and every jeering fan in the house knows what’s coming.
Crash launches the Gamazon, the blonde’s boot soles pointed to the lights in Carla’s grasp.
DOWN the crown of Mariel’s cranium comes, the Boulevard Bytch putting out McGinty’s dimmed lights with the Reality Check.
REALITY CHECK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI5w67SjIJA
A kneeling Carla hovers just above the head of the broken, face-down Legs. Amanda stands behind her partner, kneading Crash’s shoulders with a creased grin, both women providing a look to the hard camera’s lens indicating while they’re not champions, their mission is accomplished.
As EMTs and a wobbling Valerie rush to check on the comatose Mariel, Midnight Rising bid their adieu under the barrage of boos. And when the med techs indeed call for a stretcher, an unsettling grin emerges on Carla’s lips.
Message delivered.