Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2023 14:39:23 GMT
The momentary hush that fell over the 'Mania throng was abruptly broken by plinking piano notes and a breathy recitation of some rather dubious advice and an equally famous question.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Jeers poured down from all sides of the world's largest Petri Dish long before the curtain was brushed aside and the New Order of Things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an unholy union that'd seen them deliver nothing but terror and destruction upon the whole of the Tag Team division. The former Howling Commandos, having still not fully processed their leader's new mindset, booed all the louder when Bex tapped the lobe of her right ear like she was disappointed with their efforts.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Snorting with derision as she made the puppets dance with an ease even Celia appreciated, the former World Champion undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead. This brought down even more vitriol, though the more treasonous element among the lab rats couldn't help but appreciate the Peacekeeper's gear. For tonight's golden experiment she sported a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape while her dark hair was drawn back in the snug French Braid long favored by the Temptress.
And speak of the devil, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
“Damned disrespectful if you ask me, doc. Champs should always come out second, far as I'm concerned.”
“No doubt it's management trying to pop a reaction from the white mice.” Celia murmured. “Little more than a galvanic reflex on a large scale. Let them arrive whenever they please, it won't change the outcome in the slightest.”
On that confident note, the Crimson Cagliostro started down the ramp with Becky following along half a step behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “Introducing first. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Paying no attention to the hands reaching their way, Celia elected the steel steps to enter the squared circle while Becky broke into a sprint and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet immediately thereafter, Clayton posted up in front of the hard camera and raised the title one more time while Celia did the same when she joined a moment thereafter. Eventually the music faded and they handed the titles over to Al Carpenter before retreating to the far corner so they could keep an eye on the killing chute so cleverly disguised as an aisle.
Several seconds ticked off the clock before the lights went down. The Tron blinks from the 'Mania logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Incredulous surprise from the capacity crowd when pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage! The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the speakers The towering twosome, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, moved to center stage where they shared a hug and a stereo high-five for the first time in more than a year and a half!
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
Breaking apart to offer the crowd a pair of raised index fingers, Mariel and Valerie turned back to one another and, after an exchange of knowing smiles, glided appreciative hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks were 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 emerged from the 'Mania throng
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-fived the fans on either side of the aisle while keeping their eyes locked on the ladies of Psy Ops. Whether it be a generally forgiving nature or a strong desire to someone, anyone teach Blassenville and Clayton a lesson, those assembled chanted for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they closed on the squared circle.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
For tonight's return, Mariel sported a cut-off grey Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multi-colored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, Stipanovic wore a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was identical in style though the color was striking white. Matching boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed as those chants grew louder and louder. Mariel motioned Al Carpenter to shoo the champs back to the corner, a task he accomplished at great personal risk. With McGinty and Stipanovic soaking it all in, the Announcer confirmed the obvious. “And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined two-hundred and fifty-five pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…'LEGS'…MCGINTY and VALERIE 'STEMS' STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen, please welcome back LEGGS INC!”
The crowd did as bade, rewarding the dual Destroyers with an ovation that only lessened when Mariel called for a microphone. “You two weirdos have been hoarding our gold for far too long.” she said to Becky and Celia. “Val and I, we've had our differences, but seeing all the crap you've inflicted on the tag division? That made it REAL easy to get back on the same page.” McGinty handed the mic over to Stipanovic, who took it with a nod.
“No more subsidies. No more working internships. Leggs Inc is back under original management and the first order of business? Kicking your weird asses up between your shoulders!” With that she threw the mic to Carpenter while Mariel peeled off her hoodie and tossed it to a ringside tech. Val did the same immediately thereafter and thus united the former champions slipped through the strands eager to recapture the gold that one resided around their waists.
The bell CLANGED the match to life and anyone expecting a measured start from the challengers were quickly proved wrong when Mariel and Valerie sprinted into the champions' corner and unleashed stereo Dropkicks on Becky and Celia! Electing to take point for this particular experiment meant Blassenville was BWUNGED hard against the buckles, an unpleasant collision that was still a great deal better than Clayton's awkward drop from the apron all the way to the floor!
Scrambling to verticality with the crowd still roaring in disbelief, McGinty and Stipanovic each snatched a handful of the Temptress' hair and dragged her out into the middle of the ring where the brunette swung 'round behind and secured the Destroyer in a Waistlock. Muscling Celia off her feet, Valerie angled the redhead's legs back and up so that her shins were braced tight against the brunette's thighs. In the same instant Stems seized Blassenville's arms in a Half Nelson and Chickenwing combination while let her lean the champ forward so she looking straight down at the canvas. There was no silver platter in sight, but Tag Team gold seemed closer than ever when Mariel ran the ropes and came off at a dead run, the towering blonde stunner leaping high into the air to hook her left leg over the back of Celia's head at the exact moment Stipanovic dropped to her knees for a monstrously-augmented Famelegger that THAWHAMMED Blassenville down on her face, chest and tummy!
Mariel hopped into a Crossbody the instant Celia tumbled onto her back and Val pressed down atop the blonde's shoulders to ensure their combined two-hundred and fifty pounds would bring a ridiculously swift...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky Clayton dove under the bottom rope like a low-flying missile to blow up the gaudy pinning predicament with half a whisper to spare! “Sneaking bitches!” the Camouflage Crusher had bowled Stipanovic off the top of the pile so she grabbed McGinty in a Front Facelock and POUNDED Overhead Forearm Smashes across her shoulders as she dragged the challenger to boot-leather. “You think you're gonna get away with some cheap shit to take our titles? I'm gonna kneecap you for that bullshitNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex had assumed Val would scurry out of the ring like a good little lab rat so she was quite displeased when the brunette stormed in and whipped around on the ball of her left foot just to THWHACK the baseball bat of her right calf offa the former World Champion's jaw!
CRESCENT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYYXUEpG0AY
“You aren't gonna do shit, except lose!” Stipanovic barked down at the blonde after the big kick knocked her flat. “Those belts belong to US and we're taking them back tonight!”
She would've continued on in this vein if Al hadn't tapped her on the arm and said, “That's enough of that, Val! Get to your corner or I'll start counting!”
Stipanovic looked like she was going to argue, but stopped when McGinty waved her off. “Go get things ready, Val! I'll collect the Mad Scientist and then we can do some experiments of our own!” The brunette nodded her assent, though she made sure to tell Carpenter he damned well better get Becky to her corner as well.
As for Mariel, she scraped Celia off the deck, then grabbed a wrist in both hands and sent her hurtling into the challengers' corner with another teeth-gnashing BWUNG! Blassenville hooked both arms over the top rope to make sure she didn't lose her footing and while this served as excellent defense against the Bronco Busters and Stink Faces of the world, it did absolutely nothing to protect her from Mariel's Spinning Crescent Kick, the blonde taking a cue from her partner to THWHAP her right calf against the redhead's jaw!
CRESCENT KICK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYUqJHVXqXc
Celia shuddered all over but didn't go down, which was just fine as far as McGinty was concerned. Grabbing a hold of the Temptress' hair so she could prize her out of the buckles, Mariel slipped into her foe's spot and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “How're you handling the pressure so far, bad girl?” McGinty chided as she drew Celia's noggin between her stems and quickly crossed 'em in a crushing Figure Four. “I get the distinct impression we caught you two flat footed!”
Even in her stunned state Blassenville retained enough awareness to focus on pounding and gouging at Mariel's thighs instead of wasting energy on a break that the ref would provide in short order. And Al certainly would, once he wasn't otherwise occupied lugging Becky to the champions' corner. In the interim all she could do was continue to struggle while Mariel and Valerie made a tag loud enough to be acknowledged even with the zebra's attention elsewhere. Slipping into the squared circle as soon as the tag was made, Stipanovic rushed to the center of the ring while McGinty sidled out onto the top rope to the left of the ring-post. Once she was clear of the steel she tightened her Scissors and leeeeaaaaaaaaaaned all the way back, the crown of her skull almost tickling the apron.
HANGING FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhrc0RC2FoI
T'was a pretty unpleasant spot to find oneself in and it only got worse for the Crimson Cagliostro when Val exploded back the way she'd came and whipped up her right leg for a Big Boot that THWHACKED offa Blassenville's chin! McGinty released her Scissors and tumbled clear of the ropes to land on her feet while Stipanovic bulled Celia's stupefied weight out onto the canvas and pounced in a domineering Crossbody secured an instant before Al dove in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
The Mistress of Puppets powered free, not so late to be called a near-fall, but not so early as to register as barely a two either. Nodding her head in approval of the plan she'd just formulated, Stipanovic wrapped a couple lengths of Blassenville's braid around one fist and used it to haul the stunned Destroyer to her feet.
“Let's start wearing you down, cutie.” Val murmured after driving a bronzed Broadside Kneelift into the redhead's tummy. “I wanna hear you breathing hard.”
“Thuuuhhh... then you'll have to up your game by a great deal, Ms. StipanovUGGH!”
Valerie put an end to that sass with a second Kneelift, then twisted around on the spot and doubled down on her braid grip to flip Celia over onto her butt with a crisp little Snapmare. Transitioning to a grip on the champ's chin before Al could whine about the hair-hold, Stems dropped to a seat behind her opponent and threaded those long legs around Blassenville's waist. Snuggled in close to let her thighs do the hardest work, Val braced her hands on the mat and boosted her butt into the air while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing Celia's waist hard enough to make the redhead grit her teeth!
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouARto2G-Cw
“Ask her!” Stipanovic chirped as she rocked from side to side. “Ask her if the pain is worth keeping the bel--” Val fell quiet when Blassenville laughed aloud. “Something funny, weirdo?” the brunette muttered.
“You.” Celia set her elbows against the inside of Stipanovic's thighs, though she made no real effort to escape. “I'd have thought your unpaid internship with Ms. Erza would've taught you the dangers of asking stupid questions but apparently RRRGGGHHHH!”
Stems stretched out and pushed up even higher to send a giant constriction through the seated grappler! Quick to note the strain carved into his charge's features, Al hunkered down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Celia? Need to to call for it?”
The Temptress was digging and gouging with her knees now, though she wasn't having much luck. Even so, she shook her head and asked rather quizzically, “Call? Call who? This child's legal guardian? This may shock you, Carpenter, but I have it on good authority that Ms. Stipanovic is actually an aduNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Val dropped to a seat so she could grab hold of Blassenville's right shoulder and POUND away at the nape of her neck with several heavy Forearm Smashes! “Just keep on underestimating me, freak.” she huffed between blows. “And I'll make sure my boot's on your face when we strap the titles around our waists a second OOOOWWWW! BITING! SHE'S BITNNNGGGHHH!”
More than willing to endure some punishment if it meant drawing a subject into a trap, Celia soaked up those shots until she abruptly reached up with her left hand and snatched hold of the challenger's wrist. Yanking the limb forward and around in what could've been a Sleeper if she wasn't careful, the Crimson Cagliostro leaned forward and sank her teeth into the meat of Stipanovic's forearm!
Both members of Leggs, not to mention the crowd, drew Carpenter's attention to the infraction and he was quick to start a count that reached 'FOUR!' before Blassenville slung her amuse bouche aside! Drawing her stinging arm tight to her chest, Valerie snarled, “You're gonna pay for that cheap-bitch shit, creeNNNGGGGHHH!”
In tending to her arm she'd forgotten to pull away from the Temptress and Blassenville made her pay for it by whipping her head back into the point of the brunette's chin! The Scissors around her waist melted to irrelevance without actually giving way, so Celia wrapped her arms around Stipanovic's shins and slid backward to stack the Angeleno up on her shoulders for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Valerie popped her hips and rolled forward to THWHUMP Blassenville down on her tush with a makeshift Keester Bounce! Scrambling to her feet while the ring was still shivering, Stems dragged the champ upright, then hopped into the air and forced her right shin snug against the champ's jawline for a Single-Knee Facebreak—NO! Even the derpiest germs in the Petrie Dish of the FAWN arena had to grudgingly acknowledge the might of Celia Blassenville when she hooked her right arm under the pits of Valerie's knees and hoisted her high into the sky only to sling her forward and down, the Mistress of Puppets THAWHAMMING her lithesome challenger to the deck courtesy a massive Powerbomb!
The crowd, which had been getting louder and louder from the moment Leggs threw those stereo Dropkicks, grew eerily quiet as Celia straightened up and took a few deep breaths without taking her eyes off the flattened brunette.
“You doing ok, doc?” Bex asked after a few seconds of silence. “I'll take that trash off your hands whenever you're of the mind.”
Blassenville flicked a glance in her partner's direction and nodded once. “I'll take you up on that offer in short order, Rebecca.” she murmured. “But first, I believe this particular mouse needs a reminder of just who's in charge of the experiment.”
Quick to make good on her word, Blassenville plunged her hands into Stipanovic's hair and made a point of BOUNCING the back of Val's skull against the mat before hauling the white-clad battler upright. Shifting over to a Wristlock so Carpenter wouldn't bore her with his inane complaints, Celia pointed Valerie toward the Psy Ops corner and sent her on her way with a huge Irish Whip. Clayton didn't abandon her spot on the apron, though she was careful to lean back to ensure she wouldn't eat an fist or a foot from the woozy Angeleno. She needn't have worried, Stems didn't do anything save twist around and BWUNG back-first into the buckles.
The thrum that ran through the steel was enough to make Bex grimace, though it didn't stop her from giving Stipanovic a rough shove to get her out of the corner. Val was already on her way out so Clayton's nudge only sped up her return to the center where Blassenville stepped forward and almost casually kicked the challenger across the face with a Big Boot! This wasn't a knock-out shot by any means, rather a blow designed to stun Stipanovic long enough for the redhead to hook her right arm across Valerie's chest to grasp the nape of her neck. In the same motion she caught the brunette's right wrist and slung that arm over her right shoulder. Soon as that was done she gripped a handful of Stems' waistband and yanked it quite a bit harder than necessary when she muscled the towering bendy-back into the air and THAWHAMMED her down flat with a Uranage! Valerie bounced on impact and pooled out in an insensate starfish, an arrangement that didn't change even when the Crimson Cagliostro planted a foot on her chest for a count of...
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sldK-UrhutQ
ONE...
TWO...
Stipanovic swatted the champ's boot away and rolled onto her stomach to prevent an immediate follow up. The escape didn't bother Blassenville at all, indeed she was smiling when she flicked a little scuffing kick into the center of Stipanovic's back.
“Watch yourself, psycho.” Mariel warned from the challenger's side of town. “You aren't so big we can't cut you in--”
Blassenville raised her right foot and stamped down on Valerie's thigh. “It's you and your vulnerable partner that I intend to watch, Ms. McGinty.” Celia explained after another quick stomp to the brunette's tanned thigh. “The incredulous expressions on both of your stupid faces as you realize your hastily assembled 'plan' is falling apart should be most illuminating. Entertaining too.”
“Wait 'til I've got you locked up, bitch.” Mariel warned. “We'll see how entertaining I am then.”
Blassenville offered no reply save for a third stomp, this one to Val's glutes after the brunette flopped onto her belly. Indulging in a double handful of hair once she'd sated her appetite for stomps, Celia scraped the challenger off the deck and marched her over to the Psy Ops corner where she bounced her forehead off the top turnbuckle.
A tag followed, but when Clayton made to slip through the ropes, Blassenville gestured to the corner instead. “Take a vantage point, Rebecca. I'll set you up nicely.”
The Peacemaker did as bade which allowed Celia to collect Valerie's left shin and folded it up so that heel was snug against her backside. Curling her right arm over the leggy brunette's lower back, the Temptress muscled Val into the sky, then slung her forward and down while going down on one knee to SMASH Stipanovic's shin across her posted knee! Valerie groaned and tried to hobble away, alas Celia kept her grip tight and she deftly muscled Stems up onto the point of her right shoulder. It looked like another Shinbreaker was incoming so of course Blassenville released that folded leg and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Valerie on the back of her head and shoulders with a Backdrop Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZULZVZXDeE
Somersaulting backward to regain her footing as soon as the move connected, Celia reached down to grab Stipanovic's left ankle and pulled that long leg back over her head at an awkward angle. Up in the high rent district, Clayton honed in on the underside of Val's left thigh and sprang from her perch, the former World Champion electing efficacy over finesse to deliver a heavy STOMP to the brunette's thigh!
“AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!” Valerie twisted out of Celia's grasp and turned onto her right side, Stems drawing that throbbing left leg up against her chest so she could massage away the worst of the aches. This goal was still quite a ways out of reach when Becky strode up behind the challenger and CRACKED her across the back with a hard Knife-Edge Chop! Val's hands curled into claws as she momentarily forgot about her tweaked le—CRACK! Clayton lit into Stipanovic with a second Chop, then blew a kiss to Mariel before delivering a hard Soccer Kick to the small of her opponent's back!
“Not feelin' so big now, are ya, ya fuckin' dork?” Bex snapped as Valerie grimaced and pivoted onto one knee. “Oh, you want to stand up? Wanna go nose to nose with the chamPOOFH!”
Stems reared back and pounded a punch into the Camouflage's Crusher's tummy. “Don't fool yourself, beeyotch.” the brunette muttered after dishing out two more quick punches to her foe's midsection. “You'd need a step stool to go nose to nose with meNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Stipanovic hadn't risen to her full height yet and she paid for the delay when Clayton snatched a double handful of hair and yanked her head forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING a huge Hip Check into the brunette's temple! That shot put Val down on all fours, though she remained there for barely a second before Bex hauled her up with that painful hair-hold. Carpenter approached to complain about the tugging, so Clayton spun away from him and dropped to one knee to flip Stipanovic onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Charging the ropes in front of her seated target without even bothering to pluck any errant strands from her palms, Becky bounced out at top speed and came back just as fast only to leap up and stretch out sideways for a Basement Crossbody that THWHUMPED across Val's chest and flattened her against the canvas!
BASEMENT CROSSBODY @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAhVqqaTmfY
Clayton rose up on her palms afterward, the domineering champ not bothering to hook a leg or even press a forearm to Stipanovic's jaw while the ref counted...
ONE...
TWO...
Stems pushed Clayton aside with a sort of angry defiance that earned her a quick, hard slap from the Peacemaker. Scrambling down to Valerie's feet, Becky took the Angeleno's left ankle in both hands, then got to her feet and deftly planted her left foot on Stipanovic's right ankle. Clayton leeeaaaned forward as soon as her boots were set to put a great deal of strain on Val's calf and hamstring. “Don't you dare tap out, stretch.” Becky shifted one hand to the toes of her opponent's boot and added a sharp ankle twist to the nasty Wishbone. “You two assholes have a prolonged beatdown coming for that cheap shit earlier.”
“Oh, kiss my ass!” Stipanovic tried to sit up and got her left leg stretched a little farther for the effort. “You losers jumped Cosmic Noir in the back and let Wicked take the blame. You're as gutless as NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Clayton pulled her plant foot from Val's right ankle so she could deliver half a dozen sharp kicks to that defenseless expanse of thigh! Then she pinned Stems' right ankle again and jounced the Wishbone harder than ever. “Sounds like you're jealous you two scarecrows were too stupid to consider that strategy. If you had, maybe they wouldn't have embarrassed you over and over rrrrggghhhhhhhh!”
Bex had leaned down far enough for Stipanovic to lunge up and snatch hold of her hair! Tugging down as hard as she could, Stems flattened her free hand into a paddle and delivered a flurry of stinging slaps to the champ's cheek. “Careful about running that mouth, jar-head.” she warned. “Wouldn't want you too tired to worship my legs when this is OOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Becky delivered one more kick to the taller wrestler's left thigh, then shifted the toe of that boot to the fork of Stipanovic's crotch and gouged this way and that! “Worship is the exact opposite of what I'm gonna do to you, shit-ba--”
“All right ladies, that's enough!” Al barked as the roughhousing continued unabated. “Knock that catty shit off right now!”
Of course neither brunette was inclined to do such a thing so the ref started his count which made it all the way to 'FOUR' before Stems released her grip. Clayton abandoned the abrasive grinding as well, though she still had possession of Val's left ankle and that meant she had control of the challenger's whole leg. This ownership was displayed quite clearly when she angled Stipanovic's pin all the way to the right, then snapped back to the left and laid out on her right side to THWHUMP that punished leg into the mat with a modified Dragon Screw!
Hands on her hips as she soaked in the sight of Valerie holding that damaged leg tight to her chest, Becky circled around the fallen challenger and occasionally paused to flick out quick, taunting kicks. “Get the fuck up, ya big nerd.” Clayton sniffed after spiking a shot between the Angeleno's shoulders. “You strolled in here like you'd already won the damn match and now you're down there kissing canvas and squealing like a toddler with a skinned knee.”
The Camouflage Crusher moved a bit farther north, pressed that same boot against the side of Valerie's head and started to preesssssssssssss down with more and more of her weight. “So which is, big girl? Are you the bad-ass with gold around your waist or the whiny bitch who can't get anything do--”
“Nine o'clock, Rebecca.” Celia called from the corner to alert her partner to Mariel McGinty storming toward her like a woman on a mission.
“Security!” she called to Carpenter. “Get this bimbo outta here, would--” Becky had to step back fast when the Pennsylvanian lashed out with a sweeping High Kick that could've knocked the champ's jaw out of joint.
“Run your mouth to me, dog-face!” McGinty ordered even as the ref circled an arm around her waist to lead her back to the challenger's side of town. “Can you even do that anymore or do you only yap when Celia pulls your strings?”
Becky's eyes narrowed and she actually stomped after the blonde only to stop after a few steps. “Nice try, string-bean.” she waved a finger at Mariel. “But you don't get that ass whooped unless gimpy here actually finds a way to tag out. And considering the way she moaned when I was stepping on her skull, I don't think she WANTS to tag out.”
Dismissing Legs with a jaunty middle finger, Clayton strode back to Stipanovic and booted her in the ribs before plunging both hands into the brunette's dark hair. A few hard yanks got Val most of the way, though she was clearly favoring her left leg as Becky walked her back into the ropes. A heavy Broadside Kneelift across the midsection meant Stipanovic was sitting wobbly-butt on the second rope when Becky reached down and once again claimed possession of her left foot. “Damn, pulling a hammy has got to suck for you, sweetheart.” the former World Champ opined as she pulled the limb up and draped it over the middle rope. “But I bet popping a knee is even worse.”
“Buuuhhhh... back the fuck off.” Valerie huffed. “I'm in the ropSSSEEERRRGGHHH! ROOOOOOOOPES!”
Clayton, who'd seized the brunette's ankle and yanked up on it like she was trying to snap the rubber-coated steel with her rival's vaunted leg, did not seem to care about the sanctity of the rope break in the slightest. Indeed she continued to pull and wrench all through Al's warnings, she didn't even seem to register the zebra's presence until he reached 'FOUR!' on his count. Only then did she let go and step away with raised hands. “When did you get to be such a fucking narc, Carpenter?”
“Right about the time you became a rule-breaking scofflaw, I suppose.” he answered dryly.
“Such language.” Bex put a hand to her chest in mock indignation. “Does Jenny know how you talk to the women at the office?”
Al didn't dignify that with a response, not that Becky hung around waiting for one, she'd already did an about-face and sprinted for the far side of the ring. Her inevitable return raised a murmur of concern from the FAWNatics as Val was still hanging in the ropes and her long, lean midsection might as well have had a bullseye painted on it. From several steps out Clayton went low and pushed off her back foot, the Peacemaker exploding forward with a righteous Spear that—Stipanovic twisted aside at the last possible second, leaving the other brunette to shoot through the gap to a hellacious landing on the floor bel—NO! Damned if Clayton didn't hook onto the second rope and pull herself back onto the apron! Sticking her head between the top and middle strands without really thinking about it, the relieved Destroyer wasn't yet halfway in the ring when Stipanovic rushed in from the side and THWHACKED the sole of her right boot against the champ's temple!
SPLITTING YAKUZA KICK @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g
Clayton jolted and went woozy meaning she didn't appreciate the gorgeous split Val landed in after hitting the surprise Yakuza Kick! Mariel and the rest of the crowd hadn't missed it though and they were bellowing at the top of their lungs as the white-clad battler clambered back to full verticality and limped over to the friendliest part of the ring for—TAG!
Legs vaulted onto the field of battle and rushed down the edge of the ring to drill a huge Knee Trembler to the other side of Clayton's exposed noggin! Becky lolled away from the impact, actually started to withdraw to the apron, but Mariel wasn't having it. A huge double handful of hair yanked Bex back to her starting arrangement and left her keenly vulnerable to a series of quick Kneelifts to her throbbing temples! “Where's that ass whooping, baby?” McGinty spun around to the side and raised her right knee to set it against the same spot Val had kicked so hard only a moment prior. “Stems made the tag and I'm right here, but you don't seem nearly so interested anymore!”
Clayton muttered something incomprehensible but Legs wasn't listening, she'd hunched over the champ's back to grab hold of her right wrist in what was effectively a Kimura. No submission this however, Mariel simply leaned forward a little farther, then shot up on her heel and snapped backward to THWHUNK Clayton's skull against her knee courtesy a rope-hung Golden Rule!
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
Fairness and equality had long departed the former World Champion's playbook and thus she absolutely did not appreciate getting hung up in the ropes, nor the rude way McGinty snatched both wrists and dragged her out into the middle of the ring, cave-woman style. Not that Clayton had much say in the matter, she was still dish-rag limp when Mariel tossed her legs aside and Splashed down in an enthusiastic Crossbody that let her keep a watchful eye on Celia while Al counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Bex kicked out a whisper after 'TWO', much to the disappointment of those assembled for 'Mania. Legs was disappointed, though not necessarily surprised. If anything she was more irritated by the Temptress' reaction, or rather, lack thereof. The big redhead had slipped a leg through the ropes like she meant to intervene, though she'd done it so slowly there would've been no way for her to actually do so. Either this meant she had no intention of helping her partner or she truly believed Mariel and Val were no threat to the Psy Ops reign.
Angrier about the prospect than she'd care to admit, McGinty grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled the One Woman Army to verticality. Switching over to a Wristlock while still keeping her attention trained on the redhead, McGinty nudged Clayton away with a short Shoulderblock only to reel her into a big ol' Kneelift to the belly! Bex 'oooffhed' and stumbled backward without going too far, indeed she hadn't even reached the end of her tether when Mariel dipped into a deep crouch and hurled her into the Leggs corner at top speed! Val saw the blonde coming and hopped down from the apron to avoid any trouble, though she needn't have worried as Clayton did nothing but swing around and BWUNG spine-first against the buckles.
Becky sagged into a seat on the middle buckle with her arms draped over the top rope, meaning her washboard midriff was unusually vulnerable when McGinty charged in and THWHUMPED a huge Front Dropkick into the champ's belly! Clayton 'oooofffffhed' and doubled over holding her ribs, a position she was still occupying when the blonde grabbed hold of the second strand on either side and plowed her shoulder into Bex's navel. “Take a shot, Val!” McGinty called as she tried to fold the Camouflage Crusher in half. “It's my treat!”
Stipanovic was still pretty achy from the punishment she'd taken earlier, but a quick tag DID sound delightful, so she slapped Mariel's shoulder, then hopped over the ropes and charged into the center of the squared circle. Unlike Legs, Stems paid no attention to the Temptress whatsoever, she only turned around on one heel and rushed back the way she'd came to THWHACK a Big Boot into the point of Becky's chin!
Only straightening up when she was certain Clayton wouldn't collapse onto her butt, Mariel made brazen eye contact with the Mistress of Puppets before she and Stipanovic exchanged a quick tag. From there she buried another Shoulderblock in Clayton's ribs, but rather than pile on in the corner, she hooked her arms through the blonde's stems and earned an impressed 'oooooohhhhh!' from the crowd when she boosted the champ up in a Fireman's Carry! Tromping out well away from the ropes with the breathless Destroyer draped like a hunting trophy, McGinty turned in a full circle that ended with her pointed at the hard camera while Stipanovic ran the ropes on her six. Stems took to the skies a moment later, the Angeleno whipping her right leg high overhead just to bring it THWHUMPING down on the back of Becky's defenseless skull! Clayton jolted like her head might come off, but it stayed in place until the big blonde slung her up and over while simultaneously dropping down to one knee so she could THWHUNK the same spot that'd just been kicked against the point of her posted left knee!
FIREMAN'S CARRY NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jClaQ9yQdmI
Bex landed in a slumped seat looking like someone coming off the sloppiest drunk of her life, nor did she appear any more revitalized when McGinty shoved her down flat only to immediately fold her in half with a domineering Back Press! No looking at the Temptress now, Mariel only held on tight and nodded along with the rest of the FAWNatics while they helped Al count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Instant replay would later confirm that Clayton did kick out before 'THREE!' though in the moment her perfectly legal escape was overshadowed by the vile punt that Blassenville buried in the Pennsylvanian's ribs!
Val cried out in indignation and went straight for the Temptress, alas Celia deftly put the official between Stipanovic and herself before she retreated to the champions' corner. “Yeah, you BETTER run!” Valerie snapped as the redhead slipped out through the strands.
“And you better get back to your corner, Val.” Carpenter chided the brunette even as he checked on her grimacing partner. And to the legal challenger he asked, “You ok, Mariel? That was a nasty kick.”
McGinty nodded 'yes' even though she kept an arm strapped over her midsection. “I'll be fine.” she muttered. “Just gonna take my frustrations out on Blassenville's favorite lab rat.”
“Guuuhhhh... go fuck yourself.” Clayton snapped as she made her way to all fours. “As I recall, you're the chick that got famous fetching coffee for Dayna ErzOOOFFFFHHH!”
Mariel scrambled to verticality, planted a foot on either side of the brunette's hips and dropped into a deep crouch to THUMP her buns against the small of Becky's back! The Butt Bomb smashed Clayton down flat on her tummy which ensured any number of offensive options for the towering blonde, so it said a great deal that McGinty grabbed the champ's head in both hands and aggressively scrrrrrruuuubbed it back and forth across the canvas!
“From carryin' coffee to whoopin' your ass right here on the grandest stage of them all!” Legs taunted over the distorted distress of her squalling adversary. “You ready to start showing some respect or do I have to keep washing your mouth ouWHOOOAAAAHHH!”
Most women in the FAWN locker room would've had to wait for some official assistance to get out from under a near six footer like Mariel McGinty, Rebecca Clayton proved an exception when she braced her hands against the mat and pushed to all fours despite the challenger's heavy seat! As startled as the FAWNatics by the Peacemaker's show of power, Mariel let loose of Clayton's noggin and grabbed hold of her biceps so she could drape them backward over her thighs for a Camel Clut—NO!
Bex cinched her arms around the blonde's thighs and powered to verticality despite McGinty curling her right arm around the champ's throat. “Tuuuhhh... too tall for your own good, bitch.” Becky grunted as she turned toward Celia. “Human taffy-pull like you, I can carry your ass for daysSSSEEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mariel put that claim to a prompt test when she stretched her legs out full length, crossed her ankles and bore down on a murderous Bodyscissors! “Sure about that, cutie?” McGinty giggled as Becky listed hard to the left before catching her balance. “Something tells me that trim little gym-rat tummy of yours isn't going to make it more than a few seconds, let alone a few hours!” Smiling when she sent the first prolonged constriction through the Scissors, Mariel added to Clayton's woes by cupping her left bicep with her right hand and cupping her left hand against the back of the former World Champion's skull. “Tap out while you're still standing, if you've got the guts.” McGinty ordered while Bex attempted to reach the Psy Ops corner in what seemed like agonizing slow motion. “It won't stop you from losing the belts, but at least you won't get carted to the back like a helpless bratEERRRHHHH LEGGO!”
The One Woman Army couldn't find an easy way out of Mariel's Scissors so she settled for plunging one hand into the blonde's hair and pulling as hard as she could! Legs hissed through clenched teeth but she refused to relinquish the Scissors because Carpenter would make the cheap bitch break her grip sooner than later. Squeezing even harder to let the Destroyer know she wasn't intimidated, Mariel leaned in close to her foe's cheek and marked it with a taunting kiss. “That all you got, baby? It's not enough, you know that, right? I'm gonna crush you out right EEERRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Balling her left hand into a fist, Clayton popped her thumb out and jabbed it into the blonde's right eye! “Excelsior, Rebecca!” Celia called over the rain of boos. “Remind the little ignoramus what she's up against!”
The support was appreciated albeit thoroughly unnecessary, as Bex followed the eye poke with a vicious twist of her opponent's nose! The roughhousing loosened the Scissors but didn't break them so the flagging powerhouse shifted from the hair-hold to a much more legal palming grip on the back of her opponent's head, one that let her hold Mariel's head steady while she unleashed a quick flurry of punches to the McGinty's fac—THERE! Audibly gasping with relief when Legs finally abandoned the Scissors, Clayton somehow managed to keep her footing while going right back to the illicit hair-hold.
“That's ENOUGH!” Carpenter warned the champion. “Off her hair right now, Becky! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Ultimately the BFG complied with this order, though only after she'd used it to haul Mariel into a tummy-down arrangement atop her right shoulder. Looping her right arm across the struggling blonde's lower back, Bex gripped the nape of her neck with her free hand, then rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of McGinty's head into the deck courtesy a Fire Thunder Driver!
FIRE THUNDER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=apW2bHfDxsY
Mariel seemed to curl in on herself before her whole frame relaxed and she toppled onto one side with an arm draped absently around her aching skull. Clayton looked a little more aware but certainly not better as she'd turned away from her opponent and strapped both arms over her aching ribs.
“Grit your teeth, Rebecca.” Blassenville advised from her place in the corner. “You can rest momentarily, for now I need you to get over here and make the tag.”
Becky growled low in the back of her throat, but she nodded agreement and slowly made it to hands and knees.
Over on the other side of the ring, Valerie Stipanovic recruited the FAWNatics to bolster Mariel's recovery efforts. “C'MON MARE!” she stomped the apron twice, then swatted the top turnbuckle with her free hand before repeating her entreaty and three note beat. Powerless to resist the force of 'We Will Rock You', the capacity crowd joined Stems' percussive efforts and it wasn't long before the whole place was thrumming. And damned if it didn't look to rouse the blonde from her stupor, McGinty slowly sitting up to place a ginger hand on the top of her head.
“Gotta move faster, girl!” Val urged her friend. “I know you can outrun those stubby little legs, but the bitch has a head start!”
Mariel glanced to the opposite corner and cursed when she saw the Camouflage Crusher trudging toward the Temptress with an outstretched hand. Knowing there was no way she could intercept Clayton before she made the tag, McGinty stretched out flat, then pulled her knees up to her chest and pistoned 'em out full length to return to verticality in a single explosive motion! Three giant steps and a headlong dive let Mariel TAG Valerie's outstretched hand just as Psy Ops did the same.
Blassenville and Stipanovic came over the top rope at top speed and both rushed the center with violence on their minds but it was Celia who struck first with a huge Clothesline aimed at the challenger's ches—NO! Stems dipped under the blow and spun in place so she could skewer the redhead's midsection with a Toe Kick the instant she turned around. The strike caught Celia flush and doubled her over thus allowing the brunette to drop into a flawless split and CRACK her foe across the cheek with a gaudy Bitch Slap!
SPLIT SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfxFtyX1X3k
Blassenville's head snapped back amidst a roar of approval from the crowd, not that Stipanovic lingered to savor the commotion. No, she hurried back to boot leather and tacked two quick Knife-Edge Chops to Celia's chest before following up with another STIFF Bitch Slap, this one delivered from full verticality.
“Insolent brat!” Blassenville spat around the hand pressed to her stinging cheek. “You need to learn respect for you bett--” The Mistress of Puppets dropped low to avoid the leaping kick Valerie threw at the spot so recently occupied by her head. Straightening up a moment later she got an excellent view of the Angeleno hopping up again to lash out with a Savate Kick that THWHAPPED the point of her chin!
SAVATE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=095wR9stgCM
Celia stumbled into the ropes only launch herself off like a woman possessed, the not so good Doctor wrapping both hands around the towering brunette's slender throat. “Your cheek is impressive,” she growled at the wide-eyed challenger. “Unfortunately it's far more destructive to your long-term healNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lacing her hands across the back of Blassnville's noggin, Valerie leapt high into the air and came down in another gorgeous split that went mostly unnoticed because she'd tucked her head beneath Celia's chin to THWHUNK her with a Jawbreaker!
SPLITTING JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cop9eEKltYM
Celia tottered into the ropes once more and this time she didn't push off, choosing instead to hook an arm over the top to catch her breath. Turning her left shoulder toward the surging challenger, Blassenville pointed at Stipanovic but her warning was for Al Carpenter. “Keep her back! Do your damned job for on--”
Valerie juked around the official to come in from straight ahead, the white-clad warrior demonstrating some serious ups when she took to the skies and pressed both knees to Celia's chest for an Inverted Lungbl—Blassenville caught Stipanovic's glutes in both hands and pushed her a little higher and to the right, an admittedly minor adjustment that still resulted in 'ooooooooohhhhh's of sympathetic anguish throughout the whole arena when gravity brought Valerie TWANGING down crotch-first on the top rope!
“Oh dear, what an unfortunate turn of events.” Celia was once again the icy-cool analyst as she smirked into the cringing features of her opponent. “Perhaps if you'd respected my right to remain in the ropes I would feel a bit more sympathy for what comes next.” Blassenville didn't draw out the mystery, she stepped back, then forward and hopped up to THWHUMP a huge Pump Kick into Stipanovic's sternum!
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrjXS5t7PGA
Valerie toppled backward and was momentarily stretched out along the top rope in an arrangement that was as elegant as it was precarious. Then she tipped in toward the squared circle and slid / tumbled down the rubber-coated steel to land awkwardly on her hip and shoulder. Stems still managed to hook her ankles around the bottom rope despite the unpleasant return to canvas, unfortunately the Crimson Cagliostro responded to this would-be reprieve by driving a pitiless kick into the challenger's tummy! Stipanovic 'oooofffffhed' and curled up around her aching gut, thus allowing Blassenville to grab a double handful of hair to better draaaaaaaaaaaaag her out to the middle of the ring.
A quick look around told her that Mariel and Rebecca were both still nursing their respective aches, though the latter looked like she'd be ready to assist sooner than later. Happy to buy her prize patient more time, Celia hauled Valerie upright only to force her down into a Standing Headscissors immediately thereafter. Rather than encircle the brunette's midsection with the traditional Waistlock, Blassenville slipped her right arm between Stipanovic's thighs from behind, then reached through from the opposite side with her left hand to secure a Gotch-style clasp. The FAWNatics had seen such an arrangement before (Alexis Suguitan made regular use of it to set up her preferred application of the Crotch Claw) but no one could recall seeing the Temptress using such a thing before and so they waited with bated breath while she gathered her strength and—'oooooooohhhhhh!' from all the other lab rats when Celia dipped her knees and muscled / spun Val into a slumped seat on her shoulders! Actually 'seat' wasn't the right word as it implied the brunette spent a moment there enjoying the view. In this case it was really nothing more than the apogee of her ascent, reached in an instant and just as quickly gone because Celia had hurled her forward and down in an awful free-fall that ended with Stems THAWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
GOTCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymHfAKbET-s
Valerie bounced to seat in the aftermath of the Powerbomb and damned if she didn't reach in the direction of the challengers' corner, unfortunately Mariel was still down on the floor trying to clear her head after that concussive Fire Thunder Driver and she didn't even see the outstretched hand!
Blassenville saw it and swatted the limb aside with a derisive kick, followed by a stomp to the Angeleno's forearm for good measure! “Yeah, that's it, Doc!” Bex called from the apron. “Grind her into the goddamned dirt.”
Celia looked in her direction and was pleased to see the Peacemaker back in the corner with the tag rope in hand. “Excellent timing as always, Rebecca.”the redhead noted. “Feeling well enough to introduce our would-be usurper to the rejuvenating effects of MK Ultra?”
“Fuck yeah.” Clayton confirmed even as she stretched a hand in her partner's direction.
Celia nodded, but took a moment to help herself to Stipanovic's dark hair so she could scrape her off the mat before tromping into the Psy Ops corner to make the tag. Blassenville ignored the resultant boos entirely while Clayton seemed to luxuriate in them as she hopped over the ropes and settled into an expectant crouch. As for the Mistress of Puppets, she reeled Valerie into another Standing Headscissors, only now she wrapped both arms around the taller wrestler's svelte tummy and hoisted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. From there she turned the potential Backbreaker into an actual Crucifix, Blassenville taking hold of her foe's biceps to get even more height out of the looming disast—NO!
Tags be damned, Mariel McGinty hurried into the ring, grabbed Val by the ankles and yanked her out of the Temptress' clutches! Understandably surprised (and thoroughly pissed off) Blassenville wheeled around and—THWHACK! Mariel tagged her with a Super Kick to the chin! Celia reeled in place without going down, so McGinty hurled herself into the ropes at her back and came rushing out for a gorgeous leap with her right leg fully extended for a gold stealing Gamchan—Celia dipped low enough to avoid the guillotine yet not so low she couldn't brace her hands against the blonde's butt and shove upward as hard as she could! The unexpected boost threw Legs off balance and she scrambled to adjust in mid-air, managing to do so just before her feet returned to the de—“UUUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Patiently waiting through all this drama, Becky Clayton exploded out of the corner and buried her right shoulder in Mariel's navel to fold her in half with an utterly vile Spear!
IT ALL GOES HORRIBLY WRONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv_Sqf3zamo
“That's what you fucking get, scarecrow!” the One Woman Army sneered in Mariel's ear before she set about pushing and shoving the gutted blonde out under the bottom rope to hit the floor in a sputtering heap.
As startled by this recent flurry as the rest of the FAWNatics, Al Carpenter came back to himself when a warning cry from the crowd turned his attention in the direction of his other charges. “HEY!” he barked in surprise and concern when he saw Blassenville hoisting Val overhead by her biceps in the sort of face-first crucifix he usually associated with Clayton's SNAFU. “Put her down, Celia! You're not le--” Celia actually winked at the zebra, then obliged him by pushing up on her toes and laying out on her tummy to THAWHONK Stipanovic down on the crown of her skull with disgusting force!
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
The latest in a long line to find herself victimized by The Monster Study, a vacant-eyed Valerie lolled to a seat in the middle of the squared circle with her chin pressed to her breastbone. Such was the depth of her stupefaction that she never clocked Becky Clayton when the Camouflage Crusher rushed in from the left and SMASHEDthe bony dagger of her right elbow into the brunette's cheek! Blassenville had left Stipanovic a ruin and Clayton set fire to those with a MOAB that rendered Stems unconscious before her head with the mat.
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
With Celia standing watch over the spot where Mariel was last seen, Bex shoveled Valerie onto her back and hooked both legs in a domineering Back Press that pointed those vanquished buns to the lights for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Clayton tossed those slumbering stems aside and got to her feet, the hard-body brunette wanting to make sure she was on her feet to better soak in all the jeers once the announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... Psy Ops!”
Accepting her half of the gold from Carpenter with an irritated growl, Becky clinked faceplates with Celia, then hoisted the prize for all to see. “Ohhhh, they're so tall! They're so scary!” she sniveled in a mock falsetto. “However will we beat--” Clayton dropped into quiet interest when Celia bent down, grabbed hold of Stipanovic's right ankle and pulled that whole leg back and out at a wide, rude angle. “I like your style, doc.” the Camouflage Crusher bent down, helped herself to Stems' left ankle and mirrored Blassenville's grip to better put the brunette's pins and backside on humiliating display.
This earned another round of raucous jeers from the crowd, but nothing could be done about it, especially not when the FAWNatics realized Al was tending to a glassy-eyed Mariel down on the floor. Some cave-woman style dragging had showed off Stems to all four sides of the arena, but the victorious champions didn't relinquish their grasp until they'd each planted a boot on Stipanovic's defenseless chest.
Finally tossing those oblivious gams aside, Clayton draped the belt over her shoulder and chided, “Welcome back to the Tag Division, ladies. Now get your narrow asses to the back of the line.”
Celia didn't say anything, she simply strapped the gold around her waist and slipped through the ropes, the threat of Leggs already filed away as she turned her attention to the conquests of tomorrow.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Jeers poured down from all sides of the world's largest Petri Dish long before the curtain was brushed aside and the New Order of Things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an unholy union that'd seen them deliver nothing but terror and destruction upon the whole of the Tag Team division. The former Howling Commandos, having still not fully processed their leader's new mindset, booed all the louder when Bex tapped the lobe of her right ear like she was disappointed with their efforts.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Snorting with derision as she made the puppets dance with an ease even Celia appreciated, the former World Champion undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead. This brought down even more vitriol, though the more treasonous element among the lab rats couldn't help but appreciate the Peacekeeper's gear. For tonight's golden experiment she sported a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape while her dark hair was drawn back in the snug French Braid long favored by the Temptress.
And speak of the devil, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
“Damned disrespectful if you ask me, doc. Champs should always come out second, far as I'm concerned.”
“No doubt it's management trying to pop a reaction from the white mice.” Celia murmured. “Little more than a galvanic reflex on a large scale. Let them arrive whenever they please, it won't change the outcome in the slightest.”
On that confident note, the Crimson Cagliostro started down the ramp with Becky following along half a step behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “Introducing first. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Paying no attention to the hands reaching their way, Celia elected the steel steps to enter the squared circle while Becky broke into a sprint and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet immediately thereafter, Clayton posted up in front of the hard camera and raised the title one more time while Celia did the same when she joined a moment thereafter. Eventually the music faded and they handed the titles over to Al Carpenter before retreating to the far corner so they could keep an eye on the killing chute so cleverly disguised as an aisle.
Several seconds ticked off the clock before the lights went down. The Tron blinks from the 'Mania logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font, emerging and settling into ‘Leggs, Inc.’
Incredulous surprise from the capacity crowd when pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage! The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the speakers The towering twosome, one with olive skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, moved to center stage where they shared a hug and a stereo high-five for the first time in more than a year and a half!
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
Breaking apart to offer the crowd a pair of raised index fingers, Mariel and Valerie turned back to one another and, after an exchange of knowing smiles, glided appreciative hands over the length of each other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks were 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 emerged from the 'Mania throng
With all attention captured, the duo set foot down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space. Blonde and brunette high-fived the fans on either side of the aisle while keeping their eyes locked on the ladies of Psy Ops. Whether it be a generally forgiving nature or a strong desire to someone, anyone teach Blassenville and Clayton a lesson, those assembled chanted for the owners of the undeniable appendages as they closed on the squared circle.
“LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!”
For tonight's return, Mariel sported a cut-off grey Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multi-colored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finished the slight attire.
Next to her, Stipanovic wore a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear was identical in style though the color was striking white. Matching boots and pads added to her snowy sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo made the trip up the steps then halfway down the ropes.
Slipping through the cables in heart-stopping stages, Leggs, Inc beamed as those chants grew louder and louder. Mariel motioned Al Carpenter to shoo the champs back to the corner, a task he accomplished at great personal risk. With McGinty and Stipanovic soaking it all in, the Announcer confirmed the obvious. “And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined two-hundred and fifty-five pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…'LEGS'…MCGINTY and VALERIE 'STEMS' STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen, please welcome back LEGGS INC!”
The crowd did as bade, rewarding the dual Destroyers with an ovation that only lessened when Mariel called for a microphone. “You two weirdos have been hoarding our gold for far too long.” she said to Becky and Celia. “Val and I, we've had our differences, but seeing all the crap you've inflicted on the tag division? That made it REAL easy to get back on the same page.” McGinty handed the mic over to Stipanovic, who took it with a nod.
“No more subsidies. No more working internships. Leggs Inc is back under original management and the first order of business? Kicking your weird asses up between your shoulders!” With that she threw the mic to Carpenter while Mariel peeled off her hoodie and tossed it to a ringside tech. Val did the same immediately thereafter and thus united the former champions slipped through the strands eager to recapture the gold that one resided around their waists.
The bell CLANGED the match to life and anyone expecting a measured start from the challengers were quickly proved wrong when Mariel and Valerie sprinted into the champions' corner and unleashed stereo Dropkicks on Becky and Celia! Electing to take point for this particular experiment meant Blassenville was BWUNGED hard against the buckles, an unpleasant collision that was still a great deal better than Clayton's awkward drop from the apron all the way to the floor!
Scrambling to verticality with the crowd still roaring in disbelief, McGinty and Stipanovic each snatched a handful of the Temptress' hair and dragged her out into the middle of the ring where the brunette swung 'round behind and secured the Destroyer in a Waistlock. Muscling Celia off her feet, Valerie angled the redhead's legs back and up so that her shins were braced tight against the brunette's thighs. In the same instant Stems seized Blassenville's arms in a Half Nelson and Chickenwing combination while let her lean the champ forward so she looking straight down at the canvas. There was no silver platter in sight, but Tag Team gold seemed closer than ever when Mariel ran the ropes and came off at a dead run, the towering blonde stunner leaping high into the air to hook her left leg over the back of Celia's head at the exact moment Stipanovic dropped to her knees for a monstrously-augmented Famelegger that THAWHAMMED Blassenville down on her face, chest and tummy!
Mariel hopped into a Crossbody the instant Celia tumbled onto her back and Val pressed down atop the blonde's shoulders to ensure their combined two-hundred and fifty pounds would bring a ridiculously swift...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky Clayton dove under the bottom rope like a low-flying missile to blow up the gaudy pinning predicament with half a whisper to spare! “Sneaking bitches!” the Camouflage Crusher had bowled Stipanovic off the top of the pile so she grabbed McGinty in a Front Facelock and POUNDED Overhead Forearm Smashes across her shoulders as she dragged the challenger to boot-leather. “You think you're gonna get away with some cheap shit to take our titles? I'm gonna kneecap you for that bullshitNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex had assumed Val would scurry out of the ring like a good little lab rat so she was quite displeased when the brunette stormed in and whipped around on the ball of her left foot just to THWHACK the baseball bat of her right calf offa the former World Champion's jaw!
CRESCENT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYYXUEpG0AY
“You aren't gonna do shit, except lose!” Stipanovic barked down at the blonde after the big kick knocked her flat. “Those belts belong to US and we're taking them back tonight!”
She would've continued on in this vein if Al hadn't tapped her on the arm and said, “That's enough of that, Val! Get to your corner or I'll start counting!”
Stipanovic looked like she was going to argue, but stopped when McGinty waved her off. “Go get things ready, Val! I'll collect the Mad Scientist and then we can do some experiments of our own!” The brunette nodded her assent, though she made sure to tell Carpenter he damned well better get Becky to her corner as well.
As for Mariel, she scraped Celia off the deck, then grabbed a wrist in both hands and sent her hurtling into the challengers' corner with another teeth-gnashing BWUNG! Blassenville hooked both arms over the top rope to make sure she didn't lose her footing and while this served as excellent defense against the Bronco Busters and Stink Faces of the world, it did absolutely nothing to protect her from Mariel's Spinning Crescent Kick, the blonde taking a cue from her partner to THWHAP her right calf against the redhead's jaw!
CRESCENT KICK IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYUqJHVXqXc
Celia shuddered all over but didn't go down, which was just fine as far as McGinty was concerned. Grabbing a hold of the Temptress' hair so she could prize her out of the buckles, Mariel slipped into her foe's spot and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “How're you handling the pressure so far, bad girl?” McGinty chided as she drew Celia's noggin between her stems and quickly crossed 'em in a crushing Figure Four. “I get the distinct impression we caught you two flat footed!”
Even in her stunned state Blassenville retained enough awareness to focus on pounding and gouging at Mariel's thighs instead of wasting energy on a break that the ref would provide in short order. And Al certainly would, once he wasn't otherwise occupied lugging Becky to the champions' corner. In the interim all she could do was continue to struggle while Mariel and Valerie made a tag loud enough to be acknowledged even with the zebra's attention elsewhere. Slipping into the squared circle as soon as the tag was made, Stipanovic rushed to the center of the ring while McGinty sidled out onto the top rope to the left of the ring-post. Once she was clear of the steel she tightened her Scissors and leeeeaaaaaaaaaaned all the way back, the crown of her skull almost tickling the apron.
HANGING FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhrc0RC2FoI
T'was a pretty unpleasant spot to find oneself in and it only got worse for the Crimson Cagliostro when Val exploded back the way she'd came and whipped up her right leg for a Big Boot that THWHACKED offa Blassenville's chin! McGinty released her Scissors and tumbled clear of the ropes to land on her feet while Stipanovic bulled Celia's stupefied weight out onto the canvas and pounced in a domineering Crossbody secured an instant before Al dove in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
The Mistress of Puppets powered free, not so late to be called a near-fall, but not so early as to register as barely a two either. Nodding her head in approval of the plan she'd just formulated, Stipanovic wrapped a couple lengths of Blassenville's braid around one fist and used it to haul the stunned Destroyer to her feet.
“Let's start wearing you down, cutie.” Val murmured after driving a bronzed Broadside Kneelift into the redhead's tummy. “I wanna hear you breathing hard.”
“Thuuuhhh... then you'll have to up your game by a great deal, Ms. StipanovUGGH!”
Valerie put an end to that sass with a second Kneelift, then twisted around on the spot and doubled down on her braid grip to flip Celia over onto her butt with a crisp little Snapmare. Transitioning to a grip on the champ's chin before Al could whine about the hair-hold, Stems dropped to a seat behind her opponent and threaded those long legs around Blassenville's waist. Snuggled in close to let her thighs do the hardest work, Val braced her hands on the mat and boosted her butt into the air while simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing Celia's waist hard enough to make the redhead grit her teeth!
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouARto2G-Cw
“Ask her!” Stipanovic chirped as she rocked from side to side. “Ask her if the pain is worth keeping the bel--” Val fell quiet when Blassenville laughed aloud. “Something funny, weirdo?” the brunette muttered.
“You.” Celia set her elbows against the inside of Stipanovic's thighs, though she made no real effort to escape. “I'd have thought your unpaid internship with Ms. Erza would've taught you the dangers of asking stupid questions but apparently RRRGGGHHHH!”
Stems stretched out and pushed up even higher to send a giant constriction through the seated grappler! Quick to note the strain carved into his charge's features, Al hunkered down beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Celia? Need to to call for it?”
The Temptress was digging and gouging with her knees now, though she wasn't having much luck. Even so, she shook her head and asked rather quizzically, “Call? Call who? This child's legal guardian? This may shock you, Carpenter, but I have it on good authority that Ms. Stipanovic is actually an aduNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Val dropped to a seat so she could grab hold of Blassenville's right shoulder and POUND away at the nape of her neck with several heavy Forearm Smashes! “Just keep on underestimating me, freak.” she huffed between blows. “And I'll make sure my boot's on your face when we strap the titles around our waists a second OOOOWWWW! BITING! SHE'S BITNNNGGGHHH!”
More than willing to endure some punishment if it meant drawing a subject into a trap, Celia soaked up those shots until she abruptly reached up with her left hand and snatched hold of the challenger's wrist. Yanking the limb forward and around in what could've been a Sleeper if she wasn't careful, the Crimson Cagliostro leaned forward and sank her teeth into the meat of Stipanovic's forearm!
Both members of Leggs, not to mention the crowd, drew Carpenter's attention to the infraction and he was quick to start a count that reached 'FOUR!' before Blassenville slung her amuse bouche aside! Drawing her stinging arm tight to her chest, Valerie snarled, “You're gonna pay for that cheap-bitch shit, creeNNNGGGGHHH!”
In tending to her arm she'd forgotten to pull away from the Temptress and Blassenville made her pay for it by whipping her head back into the point of the brunette's chin! The Scissors around her waist melted to irrelevance without actually giving way, so Celia wrapped her arms around Stipanovic's shins and slid backward to stack the Angeleno up on her shoulders for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
Valerie popped her hips and rolled forward to THWHUMP Blassenville down on her tush with a makeshift Keester Bounce! Scrambling to her feet while the ring was still shivering, Stems dragged the champ upright, then hopped into the air and forced her right shin snug against the champ's jawline for a Single-Knee Facebreak—NO! Even the derpiest germs in the Petrie Dish of the FAWN arena had to grudgingly acknowledge the might of Celia Blassenville when she hooked her right arm under the pits of Valerie's knees and hoisted her high into the sky only to sling her forward and down, the Mistress of Puppets THAWHAMMING her lithesome challenger to the deck courtesy a massive Powerbomb!
The crowd, which had been getting louder and louder from the moment Leggs threw those stereo Dropkicks, grew eerily quiet as Celia straightened up and took a few deep breaths without taking her eyes off the flattened brunette.
“You doing ok, doc?” Bex asked after a few seconds of silence. “I'll take that trash off your hands whenever you're of the mind.”
Blassenville flicked a glance in her partner's direction and nodded once. “I'll take you up on that offer in short order, Rebecca.” she murmured. “But first, I believe this particular mouse needs a reminder of just who's in charge of the experiment.”
Quick to make good on her word, Blassenville plunged her hands into Stipanovic's hair and made a point of BOUNCING the back of Val's skull against the mat before hauling the white-clad battler upright. Shifting over to a Wristlock so Carpenter wouldn't bore her with his inane complaints, Celia pointed Valerie toward the Psy Ops corner and sent her on her way with a huge Irish Whip. Clayton didn't abandon her spot on the apron, though she was careful to lean back to ensure she wouldn't eat an fist or a foot from the woozy Angeleno. She needn't have worried, Stems didn't do anything save twist around and BWUNG back-first into the buckles.
The thrum that ran through the steel was enough to make Bex grimace, though it didn't stop her from giving Stipanovic a rough shove to get her out of the corner. Val was already on her way out so Clayton's nudge only sped up her return to the center where Blassenville stepped forward and almost casually kicked the challenger across the face with a Big Boot! This wasn't a knock-out shot by any means, rather a blow designed to stun Stipanovic long enough for the redhead to hook her right arm across Valerie's chest to grasp the nape of her neck. In the same motion she caught the brunette's right wrist and slung that arm over her right shoulder. Soon as that was done she gripped a handful of Stems' waistband and yanked it quite a bit harder than necessary when she muscled the towering bendy-back into the air and THAWHAMMED her down flat with a Uranage! Valerie bounced on impact and pooled out in an insensate starfish, an arrangement that didn't change even when the Crimson Cagliostro planted a foot on her chest for a count of...
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sldK-UrhutQ
ONE...
TWO...
Stipanovic swatted the champ's boot away and rolled onto her stomach to prevent an immediate follow up. The escape didn't bother Blassenville at all, indeed she was smiling when she flicked a little scuffing kick into the center of Stipanovic's back.
“Watch yourself, psycho.” Mariel warned from the challenger's side of town. “You aren't so big we can't cut you in--”
Blassenville raised her right foot and stamped down on Valerie's thigh. “It's you and your vulnerable partner that I intend to watch, Ms. McGinty.” Celia explained after another quick stomp to the brunette's tanned thigh. “The incredulous expressions on both of your stupid faces as you realize your hastily assembled 'plan' is falling apart should be most illuminating. Entertaining too.”
“Wait 'til I've got you locked up, bitch.” Mariel warned. “We'll see how entertaining I am then.”
Blassenville offered no reply save for a third stomp, this one to Val's glutes after the brunette flopped onto her belly. Indulging in a double handful of hair once she'd sated her appetite for stomps, Celia scraped the challenger off the deck and marched her over to the Psy Ops corner where she bounced her forehead off the top turnbuckle.
A tag followed, but when Clayton made to slip through the ropes, Blassenville gestured to the corner instead. “Take a vantage point, Rebecca. I'll set you up nicely.”
The Peacemaker did as bade which allowed Celia to collect Valerie's left shin and folded it up so that heel was snug against her backside. Curling her right arm over the leggy brunette's lower back, the Temptress muscled Val into the sky, then slung her forward and down while going down on one knee to SMASH Stipanovic's shin across her posted knee! Valerie groaned and tried to hobble away, alas Celia kept her grip tight and she deftly muscled Stems up onto the point of her right shoulder. It looked like another Shinbreaker was incoming so of course Blassenville released that folded leg and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Valerie on the back of her head and shoulders with a Backdrop Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZULZVZXDeE
Somersaulting backward to regain her footing as soon as the move connected, Celia reached down to grab Stipanovic's left ankle and pulled that long leg back over her head at an awkward angle. Up in the high rent district, Clayton honed in on the underside of Val's left thigh and sprang from her perch, the former World Champion electing efficacy over finesse to deliver a heavy STOMP to the brunette's thigh!
“AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!” Valerie twisted out of Celia's grasp and turned onto her right side, Stems drawing that throbbing left leg up against her chest so she could massage away the worst of the aches. This goal was still quite a ways out of reach when Becky strode up behind the challenger and CRACKED her across the back with a hard Knife-Edge Chop! Val's hands curled into claws as she momentarily forgot about her tweaked le—CRACK! Clayton lit into Stipanovic with a second Chop, then blew a kiss to Mariel before delivering a hard Soccer Kick to the small of her opponent's back!
“Not feelin' so big now, are ya, ya fuckin' dork?” Bex snapped as Valerie grimaced and pivoted onto one knee. “Oh, you want to stand up? Wanna go nose to nose with the chamPOOFH!”
Stems reared back and pounded a punch into the Camouflage's Crusher's tummy. “Don't fool yourself, beeyotch.” the brunette muttered after dishing out two more quick punches to her foe's midsection. “You'd need a step stool to go nose to nose with meNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Stipanovic hadn't risen to her full height yet and she paid for the delay when Clayton snatched a double handful of hair and yanked her head forward while simultaneously THWHUMPING a huge Hip Check into the brunette's temple! That shot put Val down on all fours, though she remained there for barely a second before Bex hauled her up with that painful hair-hold. Carpenter approached to complain about the tugging, so Clayton spun away from him and dropped to one knee to flip Stipanovic onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Charging the ropes in front of her seated target without even bothering to pluck any errant strands from her palms, Becky bounced out at top speed and came back just as fast only to leap up and stretch out sideways for a Basement Crossbody that THWHUMPED across Val's chest and flattened her against the canvas!
BASEMENT CROSSBODY @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAhVqqaTmfY
Clayton rose up on her palms afterward, the domineering champ not bothering to hook a leg or even press a forearm to Stipanovic's jaw while the ref counted...
ONE...
TWO...
Stems pushed Clayton aside with a sort of angry defiance that earned her a quick, hard slap from the Peacemaker. Scrambling down to Valerie's feet, Becky took the Angeleno's left ankle in both hands, then got to her feet and deftly planted her left foot on Stipanovic's right ankle. Clayton leeeaaaned forward as soon as her boots were set to put a great deal of strain on Val's calf and hamstring. “Don't you dare tap out, stretch.” Becky shifted one hand to the toes of her opponent's boot and added a sharp ankle twist to the nasty Wishbone. “You two assholes have a prolonged beatdown coming for that cheap shit earlier.”
“Oh, kiss my ass!” Stipanovic tried to sit up and got her left leg stretched a little farther for the effort. “You losers jumped Cosmic Noir in the back and let Wicked take the blame. You're as gutless as NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Clayton pulled her plant foot from Val's right ankle so she could deliver half a dozen sharp kicks to that defenseless expanse of thigh! Then she pinned Stems' right ankle again and jounced the Wishbone harder than ever. “Sounds like you're jealous you two scarecrows were too stupid to consider that strategy. If you had, maybe they wouldn't have embarrassed you over and over rrrrggghhhhhhhh!”
Bex had leaned down far enough for Stipanovic to lunge up and snatch hold of her hair! Tugging down as hard as she could, Stems flattened her free hand into a paddle and delivered a flurry of stinging slaps to the champ's cheek. “Careful about running that mouth, jar-head.” she warned. “Wouldn't want you too tired to worship my legs when this is OOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Becky delivered one more kick to the taller wrestler's left thigh, then shifted the toe of that boot to the fork of Stipanovic's crotch and gouged this way and that! “Worship is the exact opposite of what I'm gonna do to you, shit-ba--”
“All right ladies, that's enough!” Al barked as the roughhousing continued unabated. “Knock that catty shit off right now!”
Of course neither brunette was inclined to do such a thing so the ref started his count which made it all the way to 'FOUR' before Stems released her grip. Clayton abandoned the abrasive grinding as well, though she still had possession of Val's left ankle and that meant she had control of the challenger's whole leg. This ownership was displayed quite clearly when she angled Stipanovic's pin all the way to the right, then snapped back to the left and laid out on her right side to THWHUMP that punished leg into the mat with a modified Dragon Screw!
Hands on her hips as she soaked in the sight of Valerie holding that damaged leg tight to her chest, Becky circled around the fallen challenger and occasionally paused to flick out quick, taunting kicks. “Get the fuck up, ya big nerd.” Clayton sniffed after spiking a shot between the Angeleno's shoulders. “You strolled in here like you'd already won the damn match and now you're down there kissing canvas and squealing like a toddler with a skinned knee.”
The Camouflage Crusher moved a bit farther north, pressed that same boot against the side of Valerie's head and started to preesssssssssssss down with more and more of her weight. “So which is, big girl? Are you the bad-ass with gold around your waist or the whiny bitch who can't get anything do--”
“Nine o'clock, Rebecca.” Celia called from the corner to alert her partner to Mariel McGinty storming toward her like a woman on a mission.
“Security!” she called to Carpenter. “Get this bimbo outta here, would--” Becky had to step back fast when the Pennsylvanian lashed out with a sweeping High Kick that could've knocked the champ's jaw out of joint.
“Run your mouth to me, dog-face!” McGinty ordered even as the ref circled an arm around her waist to lead her back to the challenger's side of town. “Can you even do that anymore or do you only yap when Celia pulls your strings?”
Becky's eyes narrowed and she actually stomped after the blonde only to stop after a few steps. “Nice try, string-bean.” she waved a finger at Mariel. “But you don't get that ass whooped unless gimpy here actually finds a way to tag out. And considering the way she moaned when I was stepping on her skull, I don't think she WANTS to tag out.”
Dismissing Legs with a jaunty middle finger, Clayton strode back to Stipanovic and booted her in the ribs before plunging both hands into the brunette's dark hair. A few hard yanks got Val most of the way, though she was clearly favoring her left leg as Becky walked her back into the ropes. A heavy Broadside Kneelift across the midsection meant Stipanovic was sitting wobbly-butt on the second rope when Becky reached down and once again claimed possession of her left foot. “Damn, pulling a hammy has got to suck for you, sweetheart.” the former World Champ opined as she pulled the limb up and draped it over the middle rope. “But I bet popping a knee is even worse.”
“Buuuhhhh... back the fuck off.” Valerie huffed. “I'm in the ropSSSEEERRRGGHHH! ROOOOOOOOPES!”
Clayton, who'd seized the brunette's ankle and yanked up on it like she was trying to snap the rubber-coated steel with her rival's vaunted leg, did not seem to care about the sanctity of the rope break in the slightest. Indeed she continued to pull and wrench all through Al's warnings, she didn't even seem to register the zebra's presence until he reached 'FOUR!' on his count. Only then did she let go and step away with raised hands. “When did you get to be such a fucking narc, Carpenter?”
“Right about the time you became a rule-breaking scofflaw, I suppose.” he answered dryly.
“Such language.” Bex put a hand to her chest in mock indignation. “Does Jenny know how you talk to the women at the office?”
Al didn't dignify that with a response, not that Becky hung around waiting for one, she'd already did an about-face and sprinted for the far side of the ring. Her inevitable return raised a murmur of concern from the FAWNatics as Val was still hanging in the ropes and her long, lean midsection might as well have had a bullseye painted on it. From several steps out Clayton went low and pushed off her back foot, the Peacemaker exploding forward with a righteous Spear that—Stipanovic twisted aside at the last possible second, leaving the other brunette to shoot through the gap to a hellacious landing on the floor bel—NO! Damned if Clayton didn't hook onto the second rope and pull herself back onto the apron! Sticking her head between the top and middle strands without really thinking about it, the relieved Destroyer wasn't yet halfway in the ring when Stipanovic rushed in from the side and THWHACKED the sole of her right boot against the champ's temple!
SPLITTING YAKUZA KICK @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g
Clayton jolted and went woozy meaning she didn't appreciate the gorgeous split Val landed in after hitting the surprise Yakuza Kick! Mariel and the rest of the crowd hadn't missed it though and they were bellowing at the top of their lungs as the white-clad battler clambered back to full verticality and limped over to the friendliest part of the ring for—TAG!
Legs vaulted onto the field of battle and rushed down the edge of the ring to drill a huge Knee Trembler to the other side of Clayton's exposed noggin! Becky lolled away from the impact, actually started to withdraw to the apron, but Mariel wasn't having it. A huge double handful of hair yanked Bex back to her starting arrangement and left her keenly vulnerable to a series of quick Kneelifts to her throbbing temples! “Where's that ass whooping, baby?” McGinty spun around to the side and raised her right knee to set it against the same spot Val had kicked so hard only a moment prior. “Stems made the tag and I'm right here, but you don't seem nearly so interested anymore!”
Clayton muttered something incomprehensible but Legs wasn't listening, she'd hunched over the champ's back to grab hold of her right wrist in what was effectively a Kimura. No submission this however, Mariel simply leaned forward a little farther, then shot up on her heel and snapped backward to THWHUNK Clayton's skull against her knee courtesy a rope-hung Golden Rule!
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
Fairness and equality had long departed the former World Champion's playbook and thus she absolutely did not appreciate getting hung up in the ropes, nor the rude way McGinty snatched both wrists and dragged her out into the middle of the ring, cave-woman style. Not that Clayton had much say in the matter, she was still dish-rag limp when Mariel tossed her legs aside and Splashed down in an enthusiastic Crossbody that let her keep a watchful eye on Celia while Al counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Bex kicked out a whisper after 'TWO', much to the disappointment of those assembled for 'Mania. Legs was disappointed, though not necessarily surprised. If anything she was more irritated by the Temptress' reaction, or rather, lack thereof. The big redhead had slipped a leg through the ropes like she meant to intervene, though she'd done it so slowly there would've been no way for her to actually do so. Either this meant she had no intention of helping her partner or she truly believed Mariel and Val were no threat to the Psy Ops reign.
Angrier about the prospect than she'd care to admit, McGinty grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled the One Woman Army to verticality. Switching over to a Wristlock while still keeping her attention trained on the redhead, McGinty nudged Clayton away with a short Shoulderblock only to reel her into a big ol' Kneelift to the belly! Bex 'oooffhed' and stumbled backward without going too far, indeed she hadn't even reached the end of her tether when Mariel dipped into a deep crouch and hurled her into the Leggs corner at top speed! Val saw the blonde coming and hopped down from the apron to avoid any trouble, though she needn't have worried as Clayton did nothing but swing around and BWUNG spine-first against the buckles.
Becky sagged into a seat on the middle buckle with her arms draped over the top rope, meaning her washboard midriff was unusually vulnerable when McGinty charged in and THWHUMPED a huge Front Dropkick into the champ's belly! Clayton 'oooofffffhed' and doubled over holding her ribs, a position she was still occupying when the blonde grabbed hold of the second strand on either side and plowed her shoulder into Bex's navel. “Take a shot, Val!” McGinty called as she tried to fold the Camouflage Crusher in half. “It's my treat!”
Stipanovic was still pretty achy from the punishment she'd taken earlier, but a quick tag DID sound delightful, so she slapped Mariel's shoulder, then hopped over the ropes and charged into the center of the squared circle. Unlike Legs, Stems paid no attention to the Temptress whatsoever, she only turned around on one heel and rushed back the way she'd came to THWHACK a Big Boot into the point of Becky's chin!
Only straightening up when she was certain Clayton wouldn't collapse onto her butt, Mariel made brazen eye contact with the Mistress of Puppets before she and Stipanovic exchanged a quick tag. From there she buried another Shoulderblock in Clayton's ribs, but rather than pile on in the corner, she hooked her arms through the blonde's stems and earned an impressed 'oooooohhhhh!' from the crowd when she boosted the champ up in a Fireman's Carry! Tromping out well away from the ropes with the breathless Destroyer draped like a hunting trophy, McGinty turned in a full circle that ended with her pointed at the hard camera while Stipanovic ran the ropes on her six. Stems took to the skies a moment later, the Angeleno whipping her right leg high overhead just to bring it THWHUMPING down on the back of Becky's defenseless skull! Clayton jolted like her head might come off, but it stayed in place until the big blonde slung her up and over while simultaneously dropping down to one knee so she could THWHUNK the same spot that'd just been kicked against the point of her posted left knee!
FIREMAN'S CARRY NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jClaQ9yQdmI
Bex landed in a slumped seat looking like someone coming off the sloppiest drunk of her life, nor did she appear any more revitalized when McGinty shoved her down flat only to immediately fold her in half with a domineering Back Press! No looking at the Temptress now, Mariel only held on tight and nodded along with the rest of the FAWNatics while they helped Al count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Instant replay would later confirm that Clayton did kick out before 'THREE!' though in the moment her perfectly legal escape was overshadowed by the vile punt that Blassenville buried in the Pennsylvanian's ribs!
Val cried out in indignation and went straight for the Temptress, alas Celia deftly put the official between Stipanovic and herself before she retreated to the champions' corner. “Yeah, you BETTER run!” Valerie snapped as the redhead slipped out through the strands.
“And you better get back to your corner, Val.” Carpenter chided the brunette even as he checked on her grimacing partner. And to the legal challenger he asked, “You ok, Mariel? That was a nasty kick.”
McGinty nodded 'yes' even though she kept an arm strapped over her midsection. “I'll be fine.” she muttered. “Just gonna take my frustrations out on Blassenville's favorite lab rat.”
“Guuuhhhh... go fuck yourself.” Clayton snapped as she made her way to all fours. “As I recall, you're the chick that got famous fetching coffee for Dayna ErzOOOFFFFHHH!”
Mariel scrambled to verticality, planted a foot on either side of the brunette's hips and dropped into a deep crouch to THUMP her buns against the small of Becky's back! The Butt Bomb smashed Clayton down flat on her tummy which ensured any number of offensive options for the towering blonde, so it said a great deal that McGinty grabbed the champ's head in both hands and aggressively scrrrrrruuuubbed it back and forth across the canvas!
“From carryin' coffee to whoopin' your ass right here on the grandest stage of them all!” Legs taunted over the distorted distress of her squalling adversary. “You ready to start showing some respect or do I have to keep washing your mouth ouWHOOOAAAAHHH!”
Most women in the FAWN locker room would've had to wait for some official assistance to get out from under a near six footer like Mariel McGinty, Rebecca Clayton proved an exception when she braced her hands against the mat and pushed to all fours despite the challenger's heavy seat! As startled as the FAWNatics by the Peacemaker's show of power, Mariel let loose of Clayton's noggin and grabbed hold of her biceps so she could drape them backward over her thighs for a Camel Clut—NO!
Bex cinched her arms around the blonde's thighs and powered to verticality despite McGinty curling her right arm around the champ's throat. “Tuuuhhh... too tall for your own good, bitch.” Becky grunted as she turned toward Celia. “Human taffy-pull like you, I can carry your ass for daysSSSEEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mariel put that claim to a prompt test when she stretched her legs out full length, crossed her ankles and bore down on a murderous Bodyscissors! “Sure about that, cutie?” McGinty giggled as Becky listed hard to the left before catching her balance. “Something tells me that trim little gym-rat tummy of yours isn't going to make it more than a few seconds, let alone a few hours!” Smiling when she sent the first prolonged constriction through the Scissors, Mariel added to Clayton's woes by cupping her left bicep with her right hand and cupping her left hand against the back of the former World Champion's skull. “Tap out while you're still standing, if you've got the guts.” McGinty ordered while Bex attempted to reach the Psy Ops corner in what seemed like agonizing slow motion. “It won't stop you from losing the belts, but at least you won't get carted to the back like a helpless bratEERRRHHHH LEGGO!”
The One Woman Army couldn't find an easy way out of Mariel's Scissors so she settled for plunging one hand into the blonde's hair and pulling as hard as she could! Legs hissed through clenched teeth but she refused to relinquish the Scissors because Carpenter would make the cheap bitch break her grip sooner than later. Squeezing even harder to let the Destroyer know she wasn't intimidated, Mariel leaned in close to her foe's cheek and marked it with a taunting kiss. “That all you got, baby? It's not enough, you know that, right? I'm gonna crush you out right EEERRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Balling her left hand into a fist, Clayton popped her thumb out and jabbed it into the blonde's right eye! “Excelsior, Rebecca!” Celia called over the rain of boos. “Remind the little ignoramus what she's up against!”
The support was appreciated albeit thoroughly unnecessary, as Bex followed the eye poke with a vicious twist of her opponent's nose! The roughhousing loosened the Scissors but didn't break them so the flagging powerhouse shifted from the hair-hold to a much more legal palming grip on the back of her opponent's head, one that let her hold Mariel's head steady while she unleashed a quick flurry of punches to the McGinty's fac—THERE! Audibly gasping with relief when Legs finally abandoned the Scissors, Clayton somehow managed to keep her footing while going right back to the illicit hair-hold.
“That's ENOUGH!” Carpenter warned the champion. “Off her hair right now, Becky! ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Ultimately the BFG complied with this order, though only after she'd used it to haul Mariel into a tummy-down arrangement atop her right shoulder. Looping her right arm across the struggling blonde's lower back, Bex gripped the nape of her neck with her free hand, then rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of McGinty's head into the deck courtesy a Fire Thunder Driver!
FIRE THUNDER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=apW2bHfDxsY
Mariel seemed to curl in on herself before her whole frame relaxed and she toppled onto one side with an arm draped absently around her aching skull. Clayton looked a little more aware but certainly not better as she'd turned away from her opponent and strapped both arms over her aching ribs.
“Grit your teeth, Rebecca.” Blassenville advised from her place in the corner. “You can rest momentarily, for now I need you to get over here and make the tag.”
Becky growled low in the back of her throat, but she nodded agreement and slowly made it to hands and knees.
Over on the other side of the ring, Valerie Stipanovic recruited the FAWNatics to bolster Mariel's recovery efforts. “C'MON MARE!” she stomped the apron twice, then swatted the top turnbuckle with her free hand before repeating her entreaty and three note beat. Powerless to resist the force of 'We Will Rock You', the capacity crowd joined Stems' percussive efforts and it wasn't long before the whole place was thrumming. And damned if it didn't look to rouse the blonde from her stupor, McGinty slowly sitting up to place a ginger hand on the top of her head.
“Gotta move faster, girl!” Val urged her friend. “I know you can outrun those stubby little legs, but the bitch has a head start!”
Mariel glanced to the opposite corner and cursed when she saw the Camouflage Crusher trudging toward the Temptress with an outstretched hand. Knowing there was no way she could intercept Clayton before she made the tag, McGinty stretched out flat, then pulled her knees up to her chest and pistoned 'em out full length to return to verticality in a single explosive motion! Three giant steps and a headlong dive let Mariel TAG Valerie's outstretched hand just as Psy Ops did the same.
Blassenville and Stipanovic came over the top rope at top speed and both rushed the center with violence on their minds but it was Celia who struck first with a huge Clothesline aimed at the challenger's ches—NO! Stems dipped under the blow and spun in place so she could skewer the redhead's midsection with a Toe Kick the instant she turned around. The strike caught Celia flush and doubled her over thus allowing the brunette to drop into a flawless split and CRACK her foe across the cheek with a gaudy Bitch Slap!
SPLIT SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfxFtyX1X3k
Blassenville's head snapped back amidst a roar of approval from the crowd, not that Stipanovic lingered to savor the commotion. No, she hurried back to boot leather and tacked two quick Knife-Edge Chops to Celia's chest before following up with another STIFF Bitch Slap, this one delivered from full verticality.
“Insolent brat!” Blassenville spat around the hand pressed to her stinging cheek. “You need to learn respect for you bett--” The Mistress of Puppets dropped low to avoid the leaping kick Valerie threw at the spot so recently occupied by her head. Straightening up a moment later she got an excellent view of the Angeleno hopping up again to lash out with a Savate Kick that THWHAPPED the point of her chin!
SAVATE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=095wR9stgCM
Celia stumbled into the ropes only launch herself off like a woman possessed, the not so good Doctor wrapping both hands around the towering brunette's slender throat. “Your cheek is impressive,” she growled at the wide-eyed challenger. “Unfortunately it's far more destructive to your long-term healNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lacing her hands across the back of Blassnville's noggin, Valerie leapt high into the air and came down in another gorgeous split that went mostly unnoticed because she'd tucked her head beneath Celia's chin to THWHUNK her with a Jawbreaker!
SPLITTING JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cop9eEKltYM
Celia tottered into the ropes once more and this time she didn't push off, choosing instead to hook an arm over the top to catch her breath. Turning her left shoulder toward the surging challenger, Blassenville pointed at Stipanovic but her warning was for Al Carpenter. “Keep her back! Do your damned job for on--”
Valerie juked around the official to come in from straight ahead, the white-clad warrior demonstrating some serious ups when she took to the skies and pressed both knees to Celia's chest for an Inverted Lungbl—Blassenville caught Stipanovic's glutes in both hands and pushed her a little higher and to the right, an admittedly minor adjustment that still resulted in 'ooooooooohhhhh's of sympathetic anguish throughout the whole arena when gravity brought Valerie TWANGING down crotch-first on the top rope!
“Oh dear, what an unfortunate turn of events.” Celia was once again the icy-cool analyst as she smirked into the cringing features of her opponent. “Perhaps if you'd respected my right to remain in the ropes I would feel a bit more sympathy for what comes next.” Blassenville didn't draw out the mystery, she stepped back, then forward and hopped up to THWHUMP a huge Pump Kick into Stipanovic's sternum!
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrjXS5t7PGA
Valerie toppled backward and was momentarily stretched out along the top rope in an arrangement that was as elegant as it was precarious. Then she tipped in toward the squared circle and slid / tumbled down the rubber-coated steel to land awkwardly on her hip and shoulder. Stems still managed to hook her ankles around the bottom rope despite the unpleasant return to canvas, unfortunately the Crimson Cagliostro responded to this would-be reprieve by driving a pitiless kick into the challenger's tummy! Stipanovic 'oooofffffhed' and curled up around her aching gut, thus allowing Blassenville to grab a double handful of hair to better draaaaaaaaaaaaag her out to the middle of the ring.
A quick look around told her that Mariel and Rebecca were both still nursing their respective aches, though the latter looked like she'd be ready to assist sooner than later. Happy to buy her prize patient more time, Celia hauled Valerie upright only to force her down into a Standing Headscissors immediately thereafter. Rather than encircle the brunette's midsection with the traditional Waistlock, Blassenville slipped her right arm between Stipanovic's thighs from behind, then reached through from the opposite side with her left hand to secure a Gotch-style clasp. The FAWNatics had seen such an arrangement before (Alexis Suguitan made regular use of it to set up her preferred application of the Crotch Claw) but no one could recall seeing the Temptress using such a thing before and so they waited with bated breath while she gathered her strength and—'oooooooohhhhhh!' from all the other lab rats when Celia dipped her knees and muscled / spun Val into a slumped seat on her shoulders! Actually 'seat' wasn't the right word as it implied the brunette spent a moment there enjoying the view. In this case it was really nothing more than the apogee of her ascent, reached in an instant and just as quickly gone because Celia had hurled her forward and down in an awful free-fall that ended with Stems THAWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
GOTCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymHfAKbET-s
Valerie bounced to seat in the aftermath of the Powerbomb and damned if she didn't reach in the direction of the challengers' corner, unfortunately Mariel was still down on the floor trying to clear her head after that concussive Fire Thunder Driver and she didn't even see the outstretched hand!
Blassenville saw it and swatted the limb aside with a derisive kick, followed by a stomp to the Angeleno's forearm for good measure! “Yeah, that's it, Doc!” Bex called from the apron. “Grind her into the goddamned dirt.”
Celia looked in her direction and was pleased to see the Peacemaker back in the corner with the tag rope in hand. “Excellent timing as always, Rebecca.”the redhead noted. “Feeling well enough to introduce our would-be usurper to the rejuvenating effects of MK Ultra?”
“Fuck yeah.” Clayton confirmed even as she stretched a hand in her partner's direction.
Celia nodded, but took a moment to help herself to Stipanovic's dark hair so she could scrape her off the mat before tromping into the Psy Ops corner to make the tag. Blassenville ignored the resultant boos entirely while Clayton seemed to luxuriate in them as she hopped over the ropes and settled into an expectant crouch. As for the Mistress of Puppets, she reeled Valerie into another Standing Headscissors, only now she wrapped both arms around the taller wrestler's svelte tummy and hoisted her up onto the point of her right shoulder. From there she turned the potential Backbreaker into an actual Crucifix, Blassenville taking hold of her foe's biceps to get even more height out of the looming disast—NO!
Tags be damned, Mariel McGinty hurried into the ring, grabbed Val by the ankles and yanked her out of the Temptress' clutches! Understandably surprised (and thoroughly pissed off) Blassenville wheeled around and—THWHACK! Mariel tagged her with a Super Kick to the chin! Celia reeled in place without going down, so McGinty hurled herself into the ropes at her back and came rushing out for a gorgeous leap with her right leg fully extended for a gold stealing Gamchan—Celia dipped low enough to avoid the guillotine yet not so low she couldn't brace her hands against the blonde's butt and shove upward as hard as she could! The unexpected boost threw Legs off balance and she scrambled to adjust in mid-air, managing to do so just before her feet returned to the de—“UUUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Patiently waiting through all this drama, Becky Clayton exploded out of the corner and buried her right shoulder in Mariel's navel to fold her in half with an utterly vile Spear!
IT ALL GOES HORRIBLY WRONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv_Sqf3zamo
“That's what you fucking get, scarecrow!” the One Woman Army sneered in Mariel's ear before she set about pushing and shoving the gutted blonde out under the bottom rope to hit the floor in a sputtering heap.
As startled by this recent flurry as the rest of the FAWNatics, Al Carpenter came back to himself when a warning cry from the crowd turned his attention in the direction of his other charges. “HEY!” he barked in surprise and concern when he saw Blassenville hoisting Val overhead by her biceps in the sort of face-first crucifix he usually associated with Clayton's SNAFU. “Put her down, Celia! You're not le--” Celia actually winked at the zebra, then obliged him by pushing up on her toes and laying out on her tummy to THAWHONK Stipanovic down on the crown of her skull with disgusting force!
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
The latest in a long line to find herself victimized by The Monster Study, a vacant-eyed Valerie lolled to a seat in the middle of the squared circle with her chin pressed to her breastbone. Such was the depth of her stupefaction that she never clocked Becky Clayton when the Camouflage Crusher rushed in from the left and SMASHEDthe bony dagger of her right elbow into the brunette's cheek! Blassenville had left Stipanovic a ruin and Clayton set fire to those with a MOAB that rendered Stems unconscious before her head with the mat.
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
With Celia standing watch over the spot where Mariel was last seen, Bex shoveled Valerie onto her back and hooked both legs in a domineering Back Press that pointed those vanquished buns to the lights for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Clayton tossed those slumbering stems aside and got to her feet, the hard-body brunette wanting to make sure she was on her feet to better soak in all the jeers once the announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... Psy Ops!”
Accepting her half of the gold from Carpenter with an irritated growl, Becky clinked faceplates with Celia, then hoisted the prize for all to see. “Ohhhh, they're so tall! They're so scary!” she sniveled in a mock falsetto. “However will we beat--” Clayton dropped into quiet interest when Celia bent down, grabbed hold of Stipanovic's right ankle and pulled that whole leg back and out at a wide, rude angle. “I like your style, doc.” the Camouflage Crusher bent down, helped herself to Stems' left ankle and mirrored Blassenville's grip to better put the brunette's pins and backside on humiliating display.
This earned another round of raucous jeers from the crowd, but nothing could be done about it, especially not when the FAWNatics realized Al was tending to a glassy-eyed Mariel down on the floor. Some cave-woman style dragging had showed off Stems to all four sides of the arena, but the victorious champions didn't relinquish their grasp until they'd each planted a boot on Stipanovic's defenseless chest.
Finally tossing those oblivious gams aside, Clayton draped the belt over her shoulder and chided, “Welcome back to the Tag Division, ladies. Now get your narrow asses to the back of the line.”
Celia didn't say anything, she simply strapped the gold around her waist and slipped through the ropes, the threat of Leggs already filed away as she turned her attention to the conquests of tomorrow.