Post by hawkeye on Jul 1, 2024 2:29:41 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Gamazon, MARIEL 'LEGS' MCGINTY!”
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Dual columns of pink pyro shot toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers As it did, FAWN’s nearly six-foot Amazonian ideal stroe into the spotlight and moved to center stage, showing off her undeniable weaponry and a long, lean midriff that demanded an accessory made of leather and gold.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
With all attention captured, Mariel set foot down the ramp without her longtime partner, as Valerie Stipanovic was hosting a Summer Swelter watch party down Miami way. Val's absence was a bummer, but this was first and foremost a singles match and McGinty's pace suggested she was a woman with something to prove in that particular area. As she reached the ring’s edge, the crowd united in a thunderous chorus for the owner of those undeniable appendages. Lips curling into a knowing smile as she waited at the base of the steel steps, Mariel earned another raucous roar simply starting her way up.
'LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!'
For tonight's sweltering showdown with a most dangerous adversary, the blonde wore a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the leggy Destroyer. Pink boots and black pads finished the memorable attire.
With no complementary set of stems to inspect, Mariel slipped through the cables in heart-stopping stages. Reaching the middle of the squared circle, the Gamazon brushed some invisible dust off her waist, then set pulses racing faster still by angling down and slooooooooowly tracing an index finger from the tip of her right boot all the way to her hip.
The 'LEGS!' chant, which hadn't stopped since her arrival, got loud all over again in the wake of that domineering display. Finishing with a grin and a lingering bicep flex, the blonde strode to the far corner and let referee Craig 'All Night' Long, to check her pads and boots before she removed her hoodie and settled into some last minute stretches while keeping her eyes trained on the stage.
The mood, which had been pretty damned great since Mariel appeared, grew decidedly more concerned when a Perfect Circle crept through the arena's speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWkHQQpzuF8
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPTRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Already loud, the jeers grew to dangerous levels when the redhead in question stepped out of the gloom and into the spotlight atop the stage. Always intrigued by the atavistic loathing she produced in this collection of bipedal lab rats, Blassenville scanned them like she was already thinking about her next article rather than a battle with another world class Destroyer. But you'd be wrong. Tonight the malefic super-computer of her mind was focused on nothing but the intriguing case of Mariel McGinty. An unquestionably great Tag Team star, the blonde's attempt to carve a niche in the singles ranks might best be described as a study in thwarted potential. Always willing to assist with such corrections, the Temptress had decided she was going to make something of the Gamazon. Of course she'd have to beat her to within an inch of her life first, but that didn't factor into her calculations in the slightest. Intrigued by the work ahead, Celia shifted her attention to the squared circle and strode in that direction.
For tonight's experiment, Blassenville sported 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 pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION. JUST TELL US WHERE IT IS; WE'LL FIND IT.
“Just keep your eyes on the ring for the next several minutes.” she murmured. “That should be all the inspiration you'll need.”
The weirdo holding the sign looked thrilled as Celia resumed her stroll to the squared circle. Heading up the steps without another glance spared for the crowd, Blassenville wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and took her place in the spotlight to ensure the denizens of this colossal Petri Dish knew there was no backing out now Craig Long stepped in beside her when the lights went up so the redhead turned around and strolled to the near corner so he had to follow her there before he could run through his final inspection.
Mariel exited the buckles as soon as the bell sounded, the towering blonde on a mission not only to avenge Leggs Inc. against one half of Psy Ops, but to notch a win that would put her that much closer to singles title contention.
Celia didn't share the Pennsylvanian's enthusiasm, though she didn't wait long to take her leave if only to ensure McGinty couldn't corral her against the buckles. But where Mariel's attention was focused solely on the Temptress, Blassenville's seemed to be divided between her adversary and different spots on the apron and stage.
Frowning at what seemed to be confusion on the redhead's part, McGinty spared a quick glance to those same spots and found both quite empty. Drawing up a few steps short of the other Destroyer, Mariel put her hands on her hips and asked, “Your attack dog miss her cue, Celia? You sure look like a woman waiting for back-up to arrive.”
Blassenville regarded her with surprise, then barked out a laugh so unexpected she had to stifle it with one hand. “Your concern for my well-being is appreciated, but unnecessary, Ms. McGinty. No, Rebecca is otherwise occupied this evening and I assured her this was an experiment I'm fully capable of running myself. In truth, I simply noticed how...lost you looked without Valerie waiting on the apron or Dayna glowering from the stage. Frankly I'm surprised you appear as composed as you do, a lesser woman would've never elected to face me alo—”
'Oooooooooohhhhhh's!' from the capacity crowd when Mariel stepped in close and went nose to nose with the redhead, the former Tag Team champion making a point to remind everyone that she was just the tiniest bit taller than the Temptress. “I'm not scared of you, honey.” McGinty murmured to the unflappable battler. “In fact I'm going to beat you up on my way to a title shot, even if it is just kicking Clayton's ass inside the Madhouse this Halloween.”
“You may not be scared, but that doesn't change the fact that you need me, Ms. McGinty. Anyone with a brain can see you're a horse with no saddle. A bike with no rider. A missile with no guidance system. You may be powerful. You may be dangerous. But left to your own devices? You're no more than a six-foot paperweigNGH!”
Mariel forced the redhead back on her heels with a rough shove, then earned a raucous cheer by CRAAACKING the Crimson Cagliostro across the chest with a hard Knife-Edge Chop! Celia staggered a half step, a far cry from the knee-trembling reaction the blonde sought. Undeterred, she pointed her right shoulder at the other wrestler and tagged her with three more Chops before drawing that hand back for a massive Bitch Sl—Celia caught hold of the Pennsylvanian's wrist coming in and jerked her forward into a Headbutt that THWHUNKED against the bridge of Mariel's nose! McGinty shuddered and stumbled away, her own vaunted stems shivering after the heavy blow.
“You don't just need guidance, Ms. McGinty.” Celia told the staggered blonde. “You crave it. Stop this pointless resistance and I can lead you to the glory that has remained so maddeningly out of reaOOOOFFFFHHH!”
FRONT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUTMnaBsH0M
Mariel rushed forward and took to the skies, the leggy blonde battler THWHAPPING both heels against Blassenville's chest in a Front Dropkick! Celia reeled backward and might've gone down on her ass if the ropes hadn't been there to ensure she stayed upright. She was still trying to collect her thoughts when McGinty closed in, grabbed her left arm and hooked it over the the top rope. With the Temptress wide open, Mariel lined up a pair of stiff Knife-Edge Chops, then earned an even louder 'WOOOOO!' with a two-handed Overhead Slap to the redhead's cleavage!
Celia hissed and started to double over, only to snarl in disgust when Mariel smudged her back up against the ropes. Quick to tummy up on her fellow Destroyer, McGinty grabbed the top rope in both hands and set her left foot on the second strand so she could boost herself up and brace her right knee against the other wrestler's jaw! Angled to ensure that most every ounce of her hundred and thirty pounds was devoted to grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnding Blassenville's chin, Mariel bounced in place, then looked out to the crowd and blew them a kiss. “What do you say, Orlando?” she called to the roaring throng. “You wanna see FAWN's most dangerous legs shut FAWN's most obnoxious mouth?”
The crowd replied that this is something they'd very much appreciate which was why they were so irritated when Craig Long stepped up beside his charges and said, “All right Mariel, let's get her off the ropes!”
The Gamazon was happy to do so but only on her own time which forced All Night to start a brisk count. Releasing the pressure at 'FOUR', McGinty hooked her right leg across the back of Celia's noggin and used it to peel the redhead off the ropes and into a woozy forward roll that brought her up in the middle of the squared circle. Back to the strands the instant she hopped down, Mariel threw herself into the rubber-coated steel with an audible 'twang' to accompany her explosive exit. The patter of boots was impossible for Blassenville to miss and she whipped around on the spot ready to meet the irksome blo—THWHACK! McGinty tagged her foe across the jaw with a Big Boot that put the Temptress flat on her back!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=grnMCueVmAQ
Delighted by the tremor that ran from ankle to hip and back again, Mariel went to salute the crowd only to cut the celebration short when Blassenville sat up not two seconds after she'd hit the deck! “Oh no you don't.” Mariel grabbed a double handful of hair and dropped to one knee to bang the back of Celia's skull against the canvas! From there she stood up, pivoted into position on the redhead's right side and leapt high into the air. No surprise about what happened at the apex, McGinty kicked both legs forward and let gravity THWHUMP the back of her right thigh across the other wrestler's throat!
In the case of the former Tag Team Champion, one Leg Drop was usually enough to try for a cover, but tonight she scrambled back to verticality and took to the skies immediately thereafter, Mariel putting a little extra 'oomph' into the leap that powered her second effort. It landed just as strong as the first, perhaps a little more so considering that Blassenville shuddered and rolled to one side beneath that encroaching thigh. But this proved a poor defense as McGinty spun to one knee and glommed onto her foe's shoulders to drag her back to the previous arrangement.
“Stay right there, sweetie.” Mariel 'booped' the tip of Blassenville's nose with her index finger, then stood up and loped into the ropes. No vaulting leaps this time around, the big blonde just kicked both stems forward at a dead run to deliver a high speed Leg Drop strong enough to make the Mistress of Puppets shudder from end to end! That spasmodic reaction convinced Mariel to go for a cover, the blonde throwing herself atop the other Destroyer before hooking the far leg for a count of...
QUICK LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7HmP_n6RYY
ONE...
TWO...
Celia kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO', the strength and ease of her escape telling McGinty that there was still a great deal of work ahead. But Mariel wasn't disappointed. Indeed she looked more determined than ever when she hauled Blassenville upright with a stern grip on that hateful French-braid. A stiff Toe Kick to the gut doubled Celia up on the spot and in turn gave McGinty all the time she needed to run the ropes on her foe's left. Leaving her feet as the distance dwindled, Mariel kicked her right leg up high and brought it 'whicking' down like a guillotine, or rather an axe, aimed at the nape of her foe's neck—NO!
Blassenville spun away at the last moment, leaving the Axe Kick to cleave through nothing at all. Mariel landed, caught her balance, and—“NNGGGHHH!” The Temptress grabbed a handful of pink waistband and yanked the taller wrestler into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED across the small of her back!
Certainly not the hardest shot Blassenville meant to dish out tonight, yet an identical follow-up slowed McGinty enough for the black-clad menace to thrust her head beneath the blonde's left arm and wrap her right arm around opposing waist. With her left hand braced against the back of Mariel's left thigh, Celia hoisted the near six-footer up onto the point of her shoulder for what would've been a Backdrop Suplex if she'd actually, ya know, dropped back. Instead she tromped over to the edge of the ring and slung McGinty down so she landed in a seat on the top rope. Actually 'seat' was far too permanent a word for it as the blonde promptly bounced back the way she'd came, the rebound providing more than enough force for Blassenville to swing around and simply drop her burden butt-first on the mat.
RELEASE ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjrUCXH79hs
Mariel groaned and the FAWNatics groaned right alongside her as many, many hands shot to their own blessedly uncompressed tailbones in a show of sympathetic anguish. Celia had no time for such maudlin displays, in fact she'd already zipped by on the blonde's right en route to the ropes directly in front of Mariel. Coming of those strands at top speed portended nothing but malaise in McGinty's future and many of those assembled braced for the wor—Blassenville stopped on a dime, dropped to one knee and reared back just to CRAAAACK her vulnerable adversary across the mouth with a stiff Bitch Slap!
TEMPTATION'S A BITCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmHczA8VdFw
Mariel was knocked flat, both hands flying to her stinging face while both feet beat an erratic tattoo on the canvas. As for the Temptress, she merely rolled her eyes, then STAMPED down on McGinty's sternum not just to hurt, but to pin, the redhead sticking her foe to the canvas like a bug on a card. Realizing the Mariel's shoulders were flat once the worst of shivers subsided, Craig Long swooped down beside the action and counted off...
ONE...
TW—McGinty slapped the encroaching boot away, then rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fours.
Unperturbed by the defiance exhibited by tonight's experiment, Blassenville sidled up along the penitent blonde and swung a leg over so she had a foot planted on either side of Mariel's hi—Celia hop-stamped in place to THUMP the medicine ball curve of her glutes into the small of the blonde's back! McGinty 'oooffffhed' and hit the deck flat on her tummy and chest, losing even more wind in the process.
HIP DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh3vcQ9lXJ4
Already back on her feet, the Crimson Cagliostro took a moment to survey the situation before deciding on her next move. Once the choice was made, she leaned down and grabbed Mariel's biceps to yank her back to all fours. A second Butt Bomb followed immediately thereafter and this time the redhead settled into a seat upon her opponent's prostrate form. Forearms resting on the planks of her thighs, Celia mulled things over, then reached out and helped herself to a massive handful of Mariel's hair.
“Rrrrgghhhh!” McGinty snarled as her scalp began to burn. “Hair! She's pulling my hair, Crai—mmmmrrrhhhhh!”
Blassenville's free hand (her left) came around and clamped down on the Pennsylvanian's mouth and nose. “Stop yammering and listen.” Celia demanded. “You can sit here and struggle against the inevitable, dooming yourself to another evening of pain and embarrassment in the process. OR you can heed my words and start down a path that will make you so much greater. The choice is yours, Mariel McGint—” she broke off in irritated silence when Mariel grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked it clear of her face!
“Save your breath, cupcake!” the former Tag Champ snapped. “You're gonna need it to survive the Scissors I slap around your scrawny necCCEEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia doubled down on the hair hold and pulled back until Mariel was shrieking bloody murder and Craig was barking about the rough treatment. “That's enough of that, Celia! Get off her hair right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Temptress released without complaint, though she didn't surrender her perch which meant Leggs wasn't out of trouble just yet. Helping herself to a far more legal grasp of the blonde's biceps, Celia yanked Mariel's arms up and back to drape the limbs over her thighs. With that done she cupped her hands beneath McGinty's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked[/b] back on a Camel Clutch stern enough to make the grounded grappler kick her feet against the mat!
“You're mine to manipulate as I see fit.” Blassenville explained after several seconds of silent suffering. “The question is, should I mold you into something that is of actual benefit to yourself and others? Or do I leave you a writhing tangle of limbs and turn my efforts to Ms. Stipanovic instead?”
“Stuuuhhh...stay the hell away from her, psycho.” Mariel growled. Efforts to get her knees under her had thus far produced nothing more than useless wriggling, so she made Celia pay for the imposition by gouging her fingers into the undersides of Blassenville's thighs. “You're gonna have more than enough problems with me kicking your narrow ass, no reason to compound thiGGGAAAAHHRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Never one to tolerate sass in her lab rats, Celia halved the Chinlock so she could slip the index and middle fingers of her left hand into the corner of Mariel's mouth! She quickly mirrored the tactic with her right hand and pulled back hard, the Mistress of Puppets cruelly contorting McGinty's gorgeous features into an awful rictus with the stereo fishhooks. “Contrary to what you may believe, I have very few problems at the moment, Ms. McGinty.” Blassenville murmured. “In fact, I wouldn't consider you a problem at all. You're merely a decision that I can put off for a little while longer. And regardless of whichever choice I make, rest assured that I'll be the better for it.”
“All right Celia, enough with the fishhooks.” the ref warned at the conclusion of Blassenville's observations. “Either clean it up or break the hold.”
Celia sighed and returned one hand to Mariel's chin while the other found purchase in the Pennsylvanian's nostrils for additional rough treatment! “Such obnoxious choices you're forcing upon me, Mr. Long. I'd always imagined someone with your nickname would be a bit more forward thinking.”
Craig frowned, then started a count on general principle. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO—”
Blassenville didn't relinquish the hold but Long stopped the count when Mariel let out a furious groan and clambered to her knees! The Camel Clutch was still quite painful, but McGinty's legs were back in play and that meant it wasn't long before she'd wrapped her arms around Celia's thighs and stood up with the redhead strapped to her back in an impromptu (and very much involuntary) piggyback ride.
'Hupping' the other Destroyer a little bit higher for more convenient carrying, Mariel turned to a corner on the far side of the ring and raced in that direction with the Temptress carried along for the ride! Simultaneously pleased and irritated to have the strength of the blonde's legs confirmed by firsthand experience, Celia crossed her ankles and squeezed McGinty's midsection with considerable force, but it did little more than put a hitch in the taller woman's stride. Not about to be boxed in by her adversary, Blassenville cupped her right hand across Mariel's chin and wrenched her head back at such an angle that she had no problem dragging a savage claw across the blonde's eyes! That bit of nastiness slowed the former Tag Champ something fierce. More importantly, it allowed Celia to wrench her legs free of McGinty's grip.
Palming Mariel's head in both hands the instant her feet returned to the canvas, Blassenville darted in and drilled a Headbutt into the nape of her foe's neck. Mariel's knees shivered but she didn't go down, so Blassenville grabbed a shoulder and whirled her around, the redhead dipping as she did so to hook her right arm across the other Destroyer's chest. Snuggled in tight against McGinty's right flank, Celia used her left hand to catch hold of the blonde's waistband and thus give her an extra hook when she muscled her burden high into the air! As previously noted, Mariel McGinty's a whisper shy of six feet but you'd never know it based on how effortlessly Blassenville got those long legs swinging into the overhead rafters. Not that she gave the FAWNatics much time to admire the effort, mind you. The ascent had hardly begun when the Mistress of Puppets dropped to one knee, Celia just THWHUMPING Mariel's already tender back down atop the post of her right thigh! McGinty jolted like she'd been touched with a live wire, then dropped to the deck and didn't move whereas Celia slowly stood up to better ascertain the damage.
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74W801M8JRA
“Are you ready to accept my guidance, Ms. McGinty?” she asked once Mariel put a hand to the small of her aching back. “Or shall we continue this pointless, albeit amusing, exercise in self-flagellation?”
“Ennhhh...enjoy the big words now, honey.” Mariel grunted as she fought to all fours. “Because you're not gonna do much more than gurgle when I've got my legs locked around your necNNNGGHHH!”
Celia clubbed her across the shoulders with a nasty Overhand Forearm Smash, then helped herself to a double handful of hair and hoisted Legs to verticality. No questions from the Temptress now, she simply moved into position on Mariel's left, then dipped down and hooked her right arm around the blonde's leg. In the same breath she muscled McGinty up across her shoulders and made things all the more punishing by cupping her left hand over the Pennsylvanian's chin.
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g4BazWWPiU
Torture Rack, Celia Blassenville to Mariel McGinty in the center of the ring.
The Crimson Cagliostro didn't ask for Craig Long to check on her adversary, but that didn't stop All Night from doing so. What with all the moaning and flailing from Mariel, it would've felt negligent just to stand there. “What do you say, Mariel?” he asked from as close as he dared get. “You need me to call it? Just say the word and I'll—”
“NO!” McGinty shouted at once. “Don't even think about it, you understanRRRGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Celia puuuuuuuuuuuuulled on both ends of the Rack before bouncing in place no less than half a dozen times, the redhead clearly looking to rip the heart out of her statuesque opposition. “Don't shout at the official, Ms. McGinty.” Blassenville chided the struggling battler. “He's clearly looking out for your best interests, which is more than I can say for youRRRRGGGHHH BITCH!”
Mariel couldn't power out of the Torture Rack so she treated Blassenville to a taste of her own medicine by crooking her right hand into a spade that she promptly raked across her attacker's eyes! One wasn't enough to dissuade Celia from her task so she raked her twice more, then pinched the redhead's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to take it home as a prize!
This ripping and tearing finally forced Blassenville to abandon the Torture Rack which in turn allowed Mariel to tumble down and land in front of the Temptress. Galvanized by her audacious escape, McGinty doubled Celia over with a Toe Kick to the gut before snatching hold of her noggin in a Front Facelock. Kicking her left leg out behind immediately thereafter, Mariel swept that gammy scythe forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Blassenville's skull into the deck with a thunderous DDT!
LEG SWING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCCKDLHoqJQ
Celia bounced over onto her side and would've stayed there if the Slippery Rock Siren hadn't shoveled her onto her back and slid into a heavy Crossbody, Mariel hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Temptress shot a shoulder into the air to keep herself in the match for at least another three seconds.
McGinty sat back on her haunches and showed Craig three fingers, though she didn't seem disappointed when the zebra answered with two. Helping herself to Blassenville's braid with a bit more aggression that was expressly necessary at the moment, Mariel wrapped the coppery locks around one fist and yanked Celia's head back hard enough to earn a pained yelp. “You better hope he cares as much about your safety as he does mine, honey.” the blonde hissed in her foe's ear. “Because I intend to kick your ass all OVER this ring.”
“Words without action are merely noise.” Blassenville huffed as she abruptly clambered to all fours. “Now get your fucking hand off my hairNNGGGGHHH!”
McGinty wasn't about relinquish such a valuable grip, thus she scrambled to her feet and braced one knee (the right) against the nape of the redhead's neck and dropped to the canvas to THWHUNK Celia's forehead with a sawed-off sort of DDT! Celia remained stretched out flat on her face and that was fine with the Mariel since it meant less hassle when she switched over to a grip on the Destroyer's shoulder-straps. Hauling the Temptress' woozy bulk to verticality was far from easy, yet McGinty accomplished the task before Blassenville was able to clear her throbbing head. From there she transitioned to a Wristlock, set her right shoulder against Celia's sternum and nudged her back on her heels. Mariel stepped back in the same breath and dropped into a deep crouch to ensure the most separation before she slung Blassenville toward the ropes on the far side of the ri—NO! McGinty planted her heels, reeled the former Tag Team champ the way she'd came and BURIED a huge Kneelift in the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Celia 'ooooffffffhed' and doubled over with both hands braced against her thighs as she tried to catch a decent breath. As for Mariel, she whipped around on one heel and sprinted into the strands to Blassenville's left. There and back in what felt like only a few long strides, the towering blonde THWHUNKED her left knee between Celia's eyes with another massive Kneelift!
HIGH KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=49fmHYtKxMY
The force of it straightened Blassenville up, her usually strong arms windmilling awkwardly as she tried to keep remain upright. She might've managed to do if given some time, but McGinty wasn't feeling even remotely generous as evidenced by the way she snatched a handful of hair and yanked the Temptress' head back at a sharp angle. “Here's some more noise for you, bitch.” she growled. Blassenville hissed and reached for the blonde's wrists only to curse in disgust when Mariel jabbed a toe into the pit of one knee and forced her into an unwelcome penance.
Already delighted to see the Crimson Cagliostro knocked off her usually unflappable pedestal, the FAWNatics got even louder when McGinty swung a leg over Celia's bowed head and crossed her ankles to secure a tight Standing Headscissors. Blassenville grimaced and sank her claws into the blonde's thighs, a defensive tactic that only worked until Mariel clamped down on her wrists and pulled them away from those lethal legs. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, McGinty squeezed a little harder and bounced in place to get another long groan from the Temptress. “With Celia's arms stretched out in an off-kilter 'T', Mariel waggled her hips and asked, “You ready to tap out, Tempty?”
“Absolutely not, you glorified back-up dancer.” Blassenville huffed. “Don't waste my time with such idiotic questRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Legs squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed that much tighter and got a whole arena full of raucous laughter when she made Celia's trapped hands 'clap' a jaunty beat. Those assembled joined in and it wasn't long before they started singing 'TAP! TAP! TAP!' to the suffering powerhouse. Blassenville remained silent, but Mariel wasn't deterred. She glanced at Craig and said, “Ask her. Before she passes ou—whoah!” Penance be damned, Celia shifted her weight and started to rise despite the notable handicap of McGinty's hundred and thirty-so pounds astride her shoulders! Eyes wide with surprise, Mariel bore down harder then ever, then jounced her butt against the redhead's shoulders. That stopped Blassenville's would-be ascent and that was all Mariel needed to go up on tiptoe and drop to her knees, the Pennsylvania native THONKING Celia's forehead into the deck with a Scissored Facebuster!
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX0lJFmGbTg
Still holding onto the redhead's wrists after the shuddering impact, McGinty rolled onto her butt to flip Celia onto her back. In the next instant she discarded the Wristlocks so she could lean forward, catch Blassenville behind the knees and draw both her opponent's legs up into a Victory Roll arrangement that kept Celia stacked on her shoulders for the count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Mistress of Puppets powered free with half a second to spare, much to the dismay of all the white mice gathered to watch tonight's experiment. As for Mariel herself, she looked angry but far from frustrated, indeed she wasted no time in filling her hands with Celia's braid to haul her upright. “Hair!” Blassenville grumbled as she tried to twist her way loose of the blonde's grasp. “Tell this perpetual bridesmaid to get her grubby little fingers out of my hairRRRGGGHHHHH!” McGinty did as bade, though she promptly laced those fingers across Celia's chin, certainly not an improvement in the eyes of the redhead. And things only got worse when the former Tag Team champ rocked back on her heels and dropped to a seat, Mariel landing with those long legs spread in a 'V' while Blassenville was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SIT-OUT REVERSE MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZhQgteBzec
The Temptress' legs shot up again, but McGinty shoved them aside with no thought of collection. Rather she slid forward and threaded her thighs around Celia's noggin, Mariel deftly tucking her left shin into the pit of her right knee to secure the Figure Four Headscissors. Hands set flat against the mat, McGinty boosted her butt by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to crush Blassenville's skull, if not pop it clean off her shoulders! “Ask her!” Mariel barked at Craig as she rocked her hips this way and that. “See if the big bad evil scientist has had enough of these legs!”
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdFJF2NKSB0
One look at the digust on the redhead's face told Craig she was far from finished, but that didn't stop him from kneeling beside the action when Mariel grabbed her left boot in her right hand and pulled on it to draw the gammy trap that much tighter. “What do you say, Celia? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh... not unless this itinerant scarecrow has pulled a hamstring and needs to quit.” the not so good doc grumbled. “And even then it feels like you should be asking herOH DON'T YOU DARENNNGGGGHHH!”
But Mariel did dare, the towering blonde all smiles as she rolled onto her belly, thus forcing Blassenville to do the same. Arms extended in a push-up position, McGinty lifted her knees off the mat and brought them down once, twice, thrice, the Pennsylvanian THUNKING Celia's forehead against the deck with ring-shivering force! Once that set was complete Mariel raised her hips again, only this time she tucked her chin and somersaulted forward to peel Blassenville off that mat and tumble her forward onto her back with a resounding THAWHAM!
ROLLING HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcPKIHkVYI4
Right back where she'd started with the original Headscissors, Mariel hunkered forward and brushed some hair off Celia's face before poking an index finger into her cheek. “What's wrong, honey?” she teased. “Can't get out? Head starting to swim? Why don't you just go ahead and tap—”
“Because I see things through to the end.” Blassenville sneered. “I'm not a camera friendly quitter who always fades when the lights shine brightRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
No teasing now, McGinty was stone-faced as she squeezed several new shades of pink into the redhead's pale countenance. Even then the Temptress didn't submit, but the defiance only prompted Mariel to twist onto her stomach and repeat the previous full body tumble to THWHAM Blassenville onto the mat a second time. Two was better than one, yet three was better still, so McGinty rolled over and crunched up for the trifec—'ooooohhhhhhh!' from all the FAWNatics when Blassenville got her knees under her and managed to rise with an incredulous Mariel sitting astride her shoulders!
Switching from the Figure Four to a more traditional Headscissors to better maintain her balance, Mariel hooked her fingers into the other woman's hair and bore down with everything she could muster. Unfortunately the Crimson Cagliostro endured the distraction long enough to tromp over to the edge of the squared circle and simply sling her rider forward and down, McGinty damn near folded in half when her taut tummy TWANGED against the top rope!
Mariel 'guuurrrrhk!'ed and bounced away from the rubber-coated steel with both arms strapped tight across her midsection. This meant she was defenseless against Celia's ministrations, namely the double handful of pink waistband she grabbed to put Legs up on tiptoe with a monstrous wedgie! Both of the blonde's hands flew to her traitorous togs, but Celia only let the left work to undo the stinging damage. The right she intercepted in a rough Half Nelson, the Temptress wrenching that arm high overhead even as she snaked her left arm around McGinty's waist. Then she dipped her knees and muscled Mariel into the sky, Celia vaulting her fellow Destroyer like she was a Lightweight only to sink to one knee and THWHUMP Mariel down spine-first atop her thigh in a viciously beautiful Half Nelson Backbreaker!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
McGinty popped open on impact, the devastated blonde bouncing offa Celia's knee to land flat on the mat in a sprawled starfish. Blassenville was not inclined to actually finish the experiment any time soon, but she wanted to test her foe's wherewithal so she splashed down across Mariel's chest and hooked the far leg nice and tight all while grinding the ridge of her forearm against the Pennsylvanian's jaw for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Mariel wrenched her leg free of the redhead's grasp to escape the cover with half a second to spare. Far more relevant to the Temptress' research, she swatted Celia's forearm away from her face, then followed up with a hard slap to the other wrestler's face!
“Back that shit up, psycho.” McGinty huffed. “You're not going to break me that easEERRRGGNNNHHHH!”
Delighted by the fire in the other Destroyer's voice, Blassenville buried her hands in Mariel's hair and yanked her head off the canvas just to THWHUNK it back down, once, twice, three times! “Break is such an ugly word.” Celia abandoned the hair-hold and wiped her hands clean on the blonde's gulping tummy before raising them to shoulder level for the hovering official. “I prefer to think of this as... disarticulation. It's not quite accurate, but it will certainly allow me to rearrange you into a more pleasing form once this is all over.”
Mariel groaned and tried to sit up so Celia shoved her back down and drove a sharp punch into her navel to keep Legs glued to the spot. On her feet shortly thereafter, the Crimson Cagliostro helped herself to McGinty's left ankle and deftly tucked her foe's shin beneath her left arm. With Mariel's left leg yanked up and away in what could easily become a nasty Wishbone, Blassenville tugged up and started to turn the former Tag Team champ over onto her stomach. Started proved the operative word there since Mariel braced her right elbow against the canvas and pushed as hard as she could to prevent the Single Leg Crab. “What's the matter, dear?” Celia smirked. “Worried I might do some irreparable damage to an invaluable part of your brand? I wouldn't be too concerned, I'm sure someone in the marketing team would be happy to have a pirate back on the roster. Mariel 'Peg-Leg' McGinty has a certain ring to NGH!”
Mariel whipped her right leg in low and managed to deal an awkward blow to the redhead's left calf! “You couldn't make me break a sweat, cupcake.” Mariel snapped at her adversary. “No way you're going to break my legNGH! NGH! NNRRRRHHHHHH!”
Planted on her left foot, Blassenville drew back the right and snapped a pair of stiff Toe Kicks between the blonde's shoulders! The rough treatment forced McGinty to roll onto her chest, but rather than step over and sit down, the Temptress set her kickin' foot against Mariel's cheek and craaaaaaaaaanked back on the captured leg!
STANDING HALF CRAB & OTHER RUDENESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMtZnqimVDA
Mariel squealed and thrashed as the unorthodox application of the Hal Crab contorted her into a human pretzel. At first she tried to push Celia's boot away from her face but when that did nothing more than scuff her cheek she stretched that arm out in search of the ropes, which were still a few feet out of reach.
Thoroughly enjoying her control over the near six footer, Blassenville glanced to Craig Long and asked, “Would you see if she's finished? Previous outings suggest she crumples in the face of prolonged adversit—”
“SCREW YOU!” Mariel barked as she managed to drag herself a little bit closer to the edge. “I WON'T TAP OUT TO—”
“Someone standing on your skull?” Blassenville interrupted even as she ground her boot against McGinty's temple like someone butting a cigarette. “I'm not so sure about that, Ms. McGinty. But let's say for the sake of argument, that you are correct. I wonder, will your attitude change if I touch the toes of this pretty pink boot to the back of your bawling head?”
Mariel didn't get a chance to respond, Blassenville simply muscled her onto her stomach, then sat down and dropped into a heavy seat, the redhead resting the strong curve of her backside against the hollow of McGinty's back. With the big blonde's shin still tucked tight under her left arm, Blassenville hooked her right thumb into Mariel's knee-pad and tugged it down to her shin. Once that protection was removed, she balled her hand into a fist and punched McGinty's knee a few times before cupping the vulnerable joint in her palm and puuuuuuuuuullllllling back as hard as she could!
“I'm not going to tell you how close your heel is getting to the base of your skull, Ms. McGinty.” Celia teased over the concerned murmuring of the FAWNatics. “But I suggest you pay keen attention to the noise of the other white mice, I suspect they'll give you a fair indication of the damage being done.”
Hands braced against the mat, Mariel caught a deep breath, then grumbled, “I'd rather listen to them blow the roof off this place when I sit on your nasty little face. Maybe you'll still be awake enough to hear, maybe you won't-eeeerrrrrhhhhhh!”
Celia switched over to a rough claw on McGinty's knee, the pain of it forcing the Gamazon to gather her strength and push her tummy off the mat by a few inches! “Oh my, how wonderfully dramatic!” Blassenville chided the trembling titan by bouncing in place. “Do you think you'll actually make it to the ropes or will you collapse at the finish line, as is so often your hab—”
Mariel interrupted with a furious hiss and clambered forward, the pink-clad lovely dragging their combined two-hundred and seventy plus pounds on an awkward journey toward the ropes! Celia didn't much appreciate the trip though she made no effort to halt the blonde's journey. Instead she continued to punch and scratch at McGinty's left knee simply because she cou—“BREAK!” Mariel grabbed the bottom rope in her right hand and shook it like a lifeline. “I'M IN THE ROPES, BREAK THE HOLD YOU BITCHUUUFFFFHHH!”
The demand ended in a breathless grunt as the Temptress rose to a slight crouch only to drop down and back, Celia putting her underrated backside to dangerous by THWHUMPING into a seat atop the McGinty's shoulders!
Doggedly maintaining her grip in the aftermath of that megaton Butt Bomb, the blonde shook the ropes and rasped, “Get...your... FAT ASS...OFFA MEEEE-OOOOOOHHHHH YOU FUCKING WITCH!”
Knowing her time with the Crab had grown short, Blassenville shifted focus from her foe's knee to her glutes, the cruel redhead taking a bit of buttock between thumb and forefinger before pinching as hard as she could! A whole line of these malicious 'ant bites' followed while Long delivered his warning and final count, Celia inflicting a great deal more than 'FOUR!' by the time she finally tossed Mariel's leg aside and got to her feet.
Sobbing a nauseating mixture of relief and humiliation as she dragged herself out onto the apron, McGinty hooked one arm around the bottom rope to remain anchored while her other hand raced to her buns to ease the worst of the sti—“AAAHHHHH!”
Looming near the edge, Celia took the top rope in both hands and stomped away at McGinty's arm until the blonde pulled it away. Then she braced her kicking foot against the small of the prone woman's back and pushed her out onto the floor with a dispiriting PLOP!
“Stay there, if you have any interest in your long-term well-being.” she sniffed. “It's abundantly clear that you lack the potential I thought I—”
Mariel scrambled off the floor in a blur, hooked one arm around Blassenville's legs and started pounding furious punches into her shins! More irritated than startled by this burst of adrenaline, Celia tried to pull free of the Pennsylvanian's grasp and when she couldn't she dipped between the top and middle strands to snatch a massive handful of hair. “A brawl is NOT what you want, little girl.” the Temptress hissed while shaking Mariel's noggin this way and that. “Even suggesting such nonsense is a good way to NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics when Mariel planted on her left foot and brought the right one up and around in a gorgeous high kick that caromed off the other Destroyer's skull! The lightning strike blow knocked Blassenville for a loop, her legs momentarily giving out so that she dropped to one knee with her midsection resting on the second rope. She was still trying to clear her head when Mariel snatched a double handful of hair and climbed onto the apron.
“Thanks for pulling my knee-pad down, honeybunch.” McGinty hissed as she braced that bare joint against the side of her opponent's face. “Here's how I'm gonna repay you.” The Gamazon pushed up on her right foot and dropped backward into an awkward landing along the apron that did nothing for her lower back, but one she was willing to endure because it also drove her knee into Celia's jaw with a deeply satisfying THWHUNK!
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpK4woK8Ht0
Blown out of the ropes by the Golden Rule, Blassenville landed awkwardly on her shoulder and hip before tumbling onto her back in an obvious daze. As for Mariel McGinty, she hauled herself to vertical and started to go through the ropes only to pause when she noted the redhead's position in relation to the ropes. Drawing back to the apron amidst a startled rumble from those assembled, she took the top rope in both hands and drew in a deep, steadying breath. Fairly certain her left leg would hold up despite the punishment endured earlier, Mariel sank into a deep crouch, then leapt onto the top rope and out into the aether from there, the former Tag Team champ bringing down one helluva guillotine in the form of her right thigh THAWHUMPING down across Blassemville's throat and upper chest!
SPRINGBOARD GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C0XQcb7dUw
Celia shuddered from end to end and flopped onto one side only for Mariel to shovel her right back to start, the big blonde settling into a domineering seat so she could collect both legs for an even more domineering Reverse Matchbook, the pin pointing the other wrestler's cheeks to the rafters through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Surprise and disgust from the capacity crowd when Blassenville braced both hands against the blonde's tush and shoved her off the perch at the last possible instant! Far from angry with the near-fall, McGinty SLAPPED her palms against the canvas half a dozen times, then popped to her feet and bellowed, “LET'S GO!” No complaints from the FAWNatics, indeed they got that much louder when McGinty helped herself to a double handful of hair and dragged the Mistress of Puppets to one knee. Stationed off to Blassenville's left, Mariel planted her right foot directly beneath her foe's head and earned another round of raucous 'OOOOOOOOOHHHHH'S!' when Mariel forced mug into rough contact with the laces of her boot and draaaaaaaaaaaaaggged the redhead's face in a slow climb up boot, shin, knee, and finally that exquisite thigh, the towering blonde all smiles as she barked, “Worship my legs, beeyotch!”
Celia had no intention of complying with this demand and she raised her hands to shove McGinty away only to eat a stubby Kneelift to the temple for her troubles! “You don't wanna worship, tuff girl?” Mariel hissed at the penitent powerhouse. “Then you're more than welcome to suffer!”
The last word was still on her lips when the Gamazon flicked her right leg up so that her shin connected with Blassenville's forehead. Celia grunted and got both hands up to protect her face, but McGinty simply shook her head back and forth before unleashing a whole flurry of blows, the furious former Tag Team champ just BLUDGEONING Celia's noggin with at least a dozen Kawada Kicks in well under ten seconds.
KAWADA KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TonbCaI28UY
It wasn't fatigue that brought the beating to an end either, Mariel would've kept right on kicking if her grip on the Temptress' braid hadn't earned her a warning, followed by a count from Craig Long. Relinquishing just as the zebra reached 'FOUR!', McGinty backed off and angled around so she was set dead ahead of her woozy rival. With Blassenville struggling to get both feet underneath her, Mariel exploded forward and leapt into the air, her right foot shooting up high overhead just to come whistling down on the back of Celia's head in a vicious Stomp that THWONKED the crown of her head into the deck!
SLIPPERY ROCK STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKFiF6Dz9i0
The Slippery Rock Stomp turned Blassenville into an ignominious tripod balanced on splayed feet and the top of her head. Such an arrangement would've certainly ended in the Crimson Cagliostro slumping into a heap if given enough time, but Mariel offered no such luxury. Indeed the mat was still shivering with the latest impact when McGinty grabbed hold of her noggin and wedged it between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. In the same breath she wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist, hoisted her upside down and immediately dropped to a seat to SPIKE her skull with a Sit-Out Piledriver!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AV1fTrBetr8
Celia tumbled away from the impact and was bull-rushed onto her back, Mariel just stretching out hard across the other Destroyer's chest while hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Temptress lifted a shoulder off the canvas to keep the match alive by the slimmest of margins! Mariel leaned back on her haunches, raked a hand through her hair and showed Craig three fingers.
“You gotta be kidding me!” she rasped. “I almost put her head through the freaking mat, twice!”
The ref could only offer an apologetic shrug. “Keep at it.” he said. “You've got this.”
The crowd echoed Long's opinion with a 'LEGS! LEGS! LEGS!' chant that threatened to shake the building apart, so Mariel shook off her disappointment and hauled Blassenville to vertical with a double handful of shoulder-straps. Switching over to a Wristlock made it much easier for the pink-clad powerhouse to hurl Celia to the far corner, where she managed to swing around and BWUUUNG spine-first against the buckles. McGinty waited just long enough to confirm there was no duplicity in the redhead's reaction, then rushed to the opposite corner and sprinted along two sides of the squared circle to ensure maximum momentum when she hopped up and THWHACKED her right boot into Celia's cheek in a massive Yakuza Kick!
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTqEdHLjOvw
Already woozy after this most recent abuse, Blassenville's legs gave way and she would've crumpled to her butt if McGinty hadn't stuffed a shoulder into her midsection and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Gripping her foe by the ears simply because she could, Mariel climbed all the way to the high rent district where she looked out on the sea of faces and offered them a knowing wink. Thanks properly offered, she hopped up and 'smecked' those dangerous legs around Celia's head, the big blonde crossing her ankles even as she torqued her hips to sling the Temptress from her seat with an Avalanche Hurricanra—NO!
Blassenville cinched her arms around the blonde's upper thighs and locked her hands in a white-knuckle clench that froze Mariel upside down with her foe still firmly ensconced on the top turnbuckle. Lips turning up in a nasty smile even as the crowd (not to mention Mariel) shook their heads 'no, no, no!' Celia gathered her strength and muscled McGinty all the way back up to her shoulders before she hopped off into the void and slung her burden forward and down, the Gamazon just THAWHAMMED down in the center of the squared circle as victim of an Avalanche Sit-Out Powerbomb!
AVALANCHE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpq2XyhLN9E
The impact shook every bit of the ring, but McGinty's shoulders remained glued to the mat so Blassenville leaned into those upturned haunches while Craig Long swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mariel twisted loose and flopped over onto her stomach, earning a roar of adulation from those assembled!
Celia looked far less enthused than the Great Unwashed, but she knew better to waste any breath arguing with the official's count. With that in mind she was on her feet and circling the vulnerable blonde in a heartbeat, the Mistress of Puppets clearly looking for the best angle of attack. She found in the nearest corner as McGinty planted both hands against the mat and slowly rose to all fours. Back snug against the buckles, for a moment it looked like the former Tag Team champ was gonna head back to the high rent district, instead she charged out at top speed (approaching from Mariel's left) and took to the skies with a leap that could've taken her clean over the recovering grappler if she hadn't braced her right foot against McGinty's shoulders and stomped down with every bit of her weight to THWHONK Leg's skull into the canvas deck with resounding force!
CURB STOMP @ 00:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQuc06C-pZE
Splattered into a big blonde Rorschach splotch by the power of PTSD, (Post Traumatic Stomp Disorder) Mariel offered nothing in the way of resistance when Celia helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the near six-footer to knock-kneed verticality. Swinging around behind her prey, Blassenville halved her grip so she could wrench McGinty's head back far enough to apply an Inverted Facelock.
With Legs' chin wedged in her left armpit, the Crimson Cagliostro reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of McGinty's pink waistband just above that hip. From there she dipped her knees and earned grudging cheers when she muscled her fellow Destroyer upside down, blonde and redhead snuggled in chest to chest and kept there via the Inverted Facelock and Blassenville relinquishing the trunks grip to hook her foe's right leg. Twisting around as soon as she'd controlled the leg, the Temptress made one and a half rotations before she shot up on tiptoes and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM the back of Mariel's head and shoulders into the mat with resounding force!
GRIEF SPIRAL @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o010-0eY2Zw
Drawn down to the very depths of despair by that awful Grief Spiral, McGinty remained blessedly oblivious when Celia draped her right leg across the pits of her foe's upturned knees to keep her bundled and beaten through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Victory secured, the Temptress raised her right hand and very deliberately SPANKED Mariel's helpless cheeks once, twice, three times before breaking the cover so she could be on her feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, the Temptress... CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Drawing free of Craig's grasp mere moments after he'd raised her hand, the redhead dropped to one knee beside the splattered blonde and carefully brushed the sweat damp curls off of Mariel's forehead. “So much strength.” she murmured. “If only you had the vision to use it. If only you had the will.” Smiling ever so faintly, the Temptress leaned in close and whispered, “Don't fret, Mariel McGinty. The world will make something of you sooner than later, I can feel it. Just what though... that remains to be seen.” Still smiling, she patted the insensate blonde's vulnerable cheek, then stood up and made her exit so the janitorial staff could clean up what remained of tonight's expierment.
HOT LEGS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Dual columns of pink pyro shot toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers As it did, FAWN’s nearly six-foot Amazonian ideal stroe into the spotlight and moved to center stage, showing off her undeniable weaponry and a long, lean midriff that demanded an accessory made of leather and gold.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
With all attention captured, Mariel set foot down the ramp without her longtime partner, as Valerie Stipanovic was hosting a Summer Swelter watch party down Miami way. Val's absence was a bummer, but this was first and foremost a singles match and McGinty's pace suggested she was a woman with something to prove in that particular area. As she reached the ring’s edge, the crowd united in a thunderous chorus for the owner of those undeniable appendages. Lips curling into a knowing smile as she waited at the base of the steel steps, Mariel earned another raucous roar simply starting her way up.
'LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!'
For tonight's sweltering showdown with a most dangerous adversary, the blonde wore a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks rode exceedingly high to accentuate further the incredible gams on the leggy Destroyer. Pink boots and black pads finished the memorable attire.
With no complementary set of stems to inspect, Mariel slipped through the cables in heart-stopping stages. Reaching the middle of the squared circle, the Gamazon brushed some invisible dust off her waist, then set pulses racing faster still by angling down and slooooooooowly tracing an index finger from the tip of her right boot all the way to her hip.
The 'LEGS!' chant, which hadn't stopped since her arrival, got loud all over again in the wake of that domineering display. Finishing with a grin and a lingering bicep flex, the blonde strode to the far corner and let referee Craig 'All Night' Long, to check her pads and boots before she removed her hoodie and settled into some last minute stretches while keeping her eyes trained on the stage.
The mood, which had been pretty damned great since Mariel appeared, grew decidedly more concerned when a Perfect Circle crept through the arena's speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWkHQQpzuF8
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPTRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Already loud, the jeers grew to dangerous levels when the redhead in question stepped out of the gloom and into the spotlight atop the stage. Always intrigued by the atavistic loathing she produced in this collection of bipedal lab rats, Blassenville scanned them like she was already thinking about her next article rather than a battle with another world class Destroyer. But you'd be wrong. Tonight the malefic super-computer of her mind was focused on nothing but the intriguing case of Mariel McGinty. An unquestionably great Tag Team star, the blonde's attempt to carve a niche in the singles ranks might best be described as a study in thwarted potential. Always willing to assist with such corrections, the Temptress had decided she was going to make something of the Gamazon. Of course she'd have to beat her to within an inch of her life first, but that didn't factor into her calculations in the slightest. Intrigued by the work ahead, Celia shifted her attention to the squared circle and strode in that direction.
For tonight's experiment, Blassenville sported 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 pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION. JUST TELL US WHERE IT IS; WE'LL FIND IT.
“Just keep your eyes on the ring for the next several minutes.” she murmured. “That should be all the inspiration you'll need.”
The weirdo holding the sign looked thrilled as Celia resumed her stroll to the squared circle. Heading up the steps without another glance spared for the crowd, Blassenville wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and took her place in the spotlight to ensure the denizens of this colossal Petri Dish knew there was no backing out now Craig Long stepped in beside her when the lights went up so the redhead turned around and strolled to the near corner so he had to follow her there before he could run through his final inspection.
Mariel exited the buckles as soon as the bell sounded, the towering blonde on a mission not only to avenge Leggs Inc. against one half of Psy Ops, but to notch a win that would put her that much closer to singles title contention.
Celia didn't share the Pennsylvanian's enthusiasm, though she didn't wait long to take her leave if only to ensure McGinty couldn't corral her against the buckles. But where Mariel's attention was focused solely on the Temptress, Blassenville's seemed to be divided between her adversary and different spots on the apron and stage.
Frowning at what seemed to be confusion on the redhead's part, McGinty spared a quick glance to those same spots and found both quite empty. Drawing up a few steps short of the other Destroyer, Mariel put her hands on her hips and asked, “Your attack dog miss her cue, Celia? You sure look like a woman waiting for back-up to arrive.”
Blassenville regarded her with surprise, then barked out a laugh so unexpected she had to stifle it with one hand. “Your concern for my well-being is appreciated, but unnecessary, Ms. McGinty. No, Rebecca is otherwise occupied this evening and I assured her this was an experiment I'm fully capable of running myself. In truth, I simply noticed how...lost you looked without Valerie waiting on the apron or Dayna glowering from the stage. Frankly I'm surprised you appear as composed as you do, a lesser woman would've never elected to face me alo—”
'Oooooooooohhhhhh's!' from the capacity crowd when Mariel stepped in close and went nose to nose with the redhead, the former Tag Team champion making a point to remind everyone that she was just the tiniest bit taller than the Temptress. “I'm not scared of you, honey.” McGinty murmured to the unflappable battler. “In fact I'm going to beat you up on my way to a title shot, even if it is just kicking Clayton's ass inside the Madhouse this Halloween.”
“You may not be scared, but that doesn't change the fact that you need me, Ms. McGinty. Anyone with a brain can see you're a horse with no saddle. A bike with no rider. A missile with no guidance system. You may be powerful. You may be dangerous. But left to your own devices? You're no more than a six-foot paperweigNGH!”
Mariel forced the redhead back on her heels with a rough shove, then earned a raucous cheer by CRAAACKING the Crimson Cagliostro across the chest with a hard Knife-Edge Chop! Celia staggered a half step, a far cry from the knee-trembling reaction the blonde sought. Undeterred, she pointed her right shoulder at the other wrestler and tagged her with three more Chops before drawing that hand back for a massive Bitch Sl—Celia caught hold of the Pennsylvanian's wrist coming in and jerked her forward into a Headbutt that THWHUNKED against the bridge of Mariel's nose! McGinty shuddered and stumbled away, her own vaunted stems shivering after the heavy blow.
“You don't just need guidance, Ms. McGinty.” Celia told the staggered blonde. “You crave it. Stop this pointless resistance and I can lead you to the glory that has remained so maddeningly out of reaOOOOFFFFHHH!”
FRONT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUTMnaBsH0M
Mariel rushed forward and took to the skies, the leggy blonde battler THWHAPPING both heels against Blassenville's chest in a Front Dropkick! Celia reeled backward and might've gone down on her ass if the ropes hadn't been there to ensure she stayed upright. She was still trying to collect her thoughts when McGinty closed in, grabbed her left arm and hooked it over the the top rope. With the Temptress wide open, Mariel lined up a pair of stiff Knife-Edge Chops, then earned an even louder 'WOOOOO!' with a two-handed Overhead Slap to the redhead's cleavage!
Celia hissed and started to double over, only to snarl in disgust when Mariel smudged her back up against the ropes. Quick to tummy up on her fellow Destroyer, McGinty grabbed the top rope in both hands and set her left foot on the second strand so she could boost herself up and brace her right knee against the other wrestler's jaw! Angled to ensure that most every ounce of her hundred and thirty pounds was devoted to grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnding Blassenville's chin, Mariel bounced in place, then looked out to the crowd and blew them a kiss. “What do you say, Orlando?” she called to the roaring throng. “You wanna see FAWN's most dangerous legs shut FAWN's most obnoxious mouth?”
The crowd replied that this is something they'd very much appreciate which was why they were so irritated when Craig Long stepped up beside his charges and said, “All right Mariel, let's get her off the ropes!”
The Gamazon was happy to do so but only on her own time which forced All Night to start a brisk count. Releasing the pressure at 'FOUR', McGinty hooked her right leg across the back of Celia's noggin and used it to peel the redhead off the ropes and into a woozy forward roll that brought her up in the middle of the squared circle. Back to the strands the instant she hopped down, Mariel threw herself into the rubber-coated steel with an audible 'twang' to accompany her explosive exit. The patter of boots was impossible for Blassenville to miss and she whipped around on the spot ready to meet the irksome blo—THWHACK! McGinty tagged her foe across the jaw with a Big Boot that put the Temptress flat on her back!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=grnMCueVmAQ
Delighted by the tremor that ran from ankle to hip and back again, Mariel went to salute the crowd only to cut the celebration short when Blassenville sat up not two seconds after she'd hit the deck! “Oh no you don't.” Mariel grabbed a double handful of hair and dropped to one knee to bang the back of Celia's skull against the canvas! From there she stood up, pivoted into position on the redhead's right side and leapt high into the air. No surprise about what happened at the apex, McGinty kicked both legs forward and let gravity THWHUMP the back of her right thigh across the other wrestler's throat!
In the case of the former Tag Team Champion, one Leg Drop was usually enough to try for a cover, but tonight she scrambled back to verticality and took to the skies immediately thereafter, Mariel putting a little extra 'oomph' into the leap that powered her second effort. It landed just as strong as the first, perhaps a little more so considering that Blassenville shuddered and rolled to one side beneath that encroaching thigh. But this proved a poor defense as McGinty spun to one knee and glommed onto her foe's shoulders to drag her back to the previous arrangement.
“Stay right there, sweetie.” Mariel 'booped' the tip of Blassenville's nose with her index finger, then stood up and loped into the ropes. No vaulting leaps this time around, the big blonde just kicked both stems forward at a dead run to deliver a high speed Leg Drop strong enough to make the Mistress of Puppets shudder from end to end! That spasmodic reaction convinced Mariel to go for a cover, the blonde throwing herself atop the other Destroyer before hooking the far leg for a count of...
QUICK LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7HmP_n6RYY
ONE...
TWO...
Celia kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO', the strength and ease of her escape telling McGinty that there was still a great deal of work ahead. But Mariel wasn't disappointed. Indeed she looked more determined than ever when she hauled Blassenville upright with a stern grip on that hateful French-braid. A stiff Toe Kick to the gut doubled Celia up on the spot and in turn gave McGinty all the time she needed to run the ropes on her foe's left. Leaving her feet as the distance dwindled, Mariel kicked her right leg up high and brought it 'whicking' down like a guillotine, or rather an axe, aimed at the nape of her foe's neck—NO!
Blassenville spun away at the last moment, leaving the Axe Kick to cleave through nothing at all. Mariel landed, caught her balance, and—“NNGGGHHH!” The Temptress grabbed a handful of pink waistband and yanked the taller wrestler into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED across the small of her back!
Certainly not the hardest shot Blassenville meant to dish out tonight, yet an identical follow-up slowed McGinty enough for the black-clad menace to thrust her head beneath the blonde's left arm and wrap her right arm around opposing waist. With her left hand braced against the back of Mariel's left thigh, Celia hoisted the near six-footer up onto the point of her shoulder for what would've been a Backdrop Suplex if she'd actually, ya know, dropped back. Instead she tromped over to the edge of the ring and slung McGinty down so she landed in a seat on the top rope. Actually 'seat' was far too permanent a word for it as the blonde promptly bounced back the way she'd came, the rebound providing more than enough force for Blassenville to swing around and simply drop her burden butt-first on the mat.
RELEASE ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjrUCXH79hs
Mariel groaned and the FAWNatics groaned right alongside her as many, many hands shot to their own blessedly uncompressed tailbones in a show of sympathetic anguish. Celia had no time for such maudlin displays, in fact she'd already zipped by on the blonde's right en route to the ropes directly in front of Mariel. Coming of those strands at top speed portended nothing but malaise in McGinty's future and many of those assembled braced for the wor—Blassenville stopped on a dime, dropped to one knee and reared back just to CRAAAACK her vulnerable adversary across the mouth with a stiff Bitch Slap!
TEMPTATION'S A BITCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmHczA8VdFw
Mariel was knocked flat, both hands flying to her stinging face while both feet beat an erratic tattoo on the canvas. As for the Temptress, she merely rolled her eyes, then STAMPED down on McGinty's sternum not just to hurt, but to pin, the redhead sticking her foe to the canvas like a bug on a card. Realizing the Mariel's shoulders were flat once the worst of shivers subsided, Craig Long swooped down beside the action and counted off...
ONE...
TW—McGinty slapped the encroaching boot away, then rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fours.
Unperturbed by the defiance exhibited by tonight's experiment, Blassenville sidled up along the penitent blonde and swung a leg over so she had a foot planted on either side of Mariel's hi—Celia hop-stamped in place to THUMP the medicine ball curve of her glutes into the small of the blonde's back! McGinty 'oooffffhed' and hit the deck flat on her tummy and chest, losing even more wind in the process.
HIP DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh3vcQ9lXJ4
Already back on her feet, the Crimson Cagliostro took a moment to survey the situation before deciding on her next move. Once the choice was made, she leaned down and grabbed Mariel's biceps to yank her back to all fours. A second Butt Bomb followed immediately thereafter and this time the redhead settled into a seat upon her opponent's prostrate form. Forearms resting on the planks of her thighs, Celia mulled things over, then reached out and helped herself to a massive handful of Mariel's hair.
“Rrrrgghhhh!” McGinty snarled as her scalp began to burn. “Hair! She's pulling my hair, Crai—mmmmrrrhhhhh!”
Blassenville's free hand (her left) came around and clamped down on the Pennsylvanian's mouth and nose. “Stop yammering and listen.” Celia demanded. “You can sit here and struggle against the inevitable, dooming yourself to another evening of pain and embarrassment in the process. OR you can heed my words and start down a path that will make you so much greater. The choice is yours, Mariel McGint—” she broke off in irritated silence when Mariel grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked it clear of her face!
“Save your breath, cupcake!” the former Tag Champ snapped. “You're gonna need it to survive the Scissors I slap around your scrawny necCCEEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia doubled down on the hair hold and pulled back until Mariel was shrieking bloody murder and Craig was barking about the rough treatment. “That's enough of that, Celia! Get off her hair right now! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Temptress released without complaint, though she didn't surrender her perch which meant Leggs wasn't out of trouble just yet. Helping herself to a far more legal grasp of the blonde's biceps, Celia yanked Mariel's arms up and back to drape the limbs over her thighs. With that done she cupped her hands beneath McGinty's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked[/b] back on a Camel Clutch stern enough to make the grounded grappler kick her feet against the mat!
“You're mine to manipulate as I see fit.” Blassenville explained after several seconds of silent suffering. “The question is, should I mold you into something that is of actual benefit to yourself and others? Or do I leave you a writhing tangle of limbs and turn my efforts to Ms. Stipanovic instead?”
“Stuuuhhh...stay the hell away from her, psycho.” Mariel growled. Efforts to get her knees under her had thus far produced nothing more than useless wriggling, so she made Celia pay for the imposition by gouging her fingers into the undersides of Blassenville's thighs. “You're gonna have more than enough problems with me kicking your narrow ass, no reason to compound thiGGGAAAAHHRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Never one to tolerate sass in her lab rats, Celia halved the Chinlock so she could slip the index and middle fingers of her left hand into the corner of Mariel's mouth! She quickly mirrored the tactic with her right hand and pulled back hard, the Mistress of Puppets cruelly contorting McGinty's gorgeous features into an awful rictus with the stereo fishhooks. “Contrary to what you may believe, I have very few problems at the moment, Ms. McGinty.” Blassenville murmured. “In fact, I wouldn't consider you a problem at all. You're merely a decision that I can put off for a little while longer. And regardless of whichever choice I make, rest assured that I'll be the better for it.”
“All right Celia, enough with the fishhooks.” the ref warned at the conclusion of Blassenville's observations. “Either clean it up or break the hold.”
Celia sighed and returned one hand to Mariel's chin while the other found purchase in the Pennsylvanian's nostrils for additional rough treatment! “Such obnoxious choices you're forcing upon me, Mr. Long. I'd always imagined someone with your nickname would be a bit more forward thinking.”
Craig frowned, then started a count on general principle. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO—”
Blassenville didn't relinquish the hold but Long stopped the count when Mariel let out a furious groan and clambered to her knees! The Camel Clutch was still quite painful, but McGinty's legs were back in play and that meant it wasn't long before she'd wrapped her arms around Celia's thighs and stood up with the redhead strapped to her back in an impromptu (and very much involuntary) piggyback ride.
'Hupping' the other Destroyer a little bit higher for more convenient carrying, Mariel turned to a corner on the far side of the ring and raced in that direction with the Temptress carried along for the ride! Simultaneously pleased and irritated to have the strength of the blonde's legs confirmed by firsthand experience, Celia crossed her ankles and squeezed McGinty's midsection with considerable force, but it did little more than put a hitch in the taller woman's stride. Not about to be boxed in by her adversary, Blassenville cupped her right hand across Mariel's chin and wrenched her head back at such an angle that she had no problem dragging a savage claw across the blonde's eyes! That bit of nastiness slowed the former Tag Champ something fierce. More importantly, it allowed Celia to wrench her legs free of McGinty's grip.
Palming Mariel's head in both hands the instant her feet returned to the canvas, Blassenville darted in and drilled a Headbutt into the nape of her foe's neck. Mariel's knees shivered but she didn't go down, so Blassenville grabbed a shoulder and whirled her around, the redhead dipping as she did so to hook her right arm across the other Destroyer's chest. Snuggled in tight against McGinty's right flank, Celia used her left hand to catch hold of the blonde's waistband and thus give her an extra hook when she muscled her burden high into the air! As previously noted, Mariel McGinty's a whisper shy of six feet but you'd never know it based on how effortlessly Blassenville got those long legs swinging into the overhead rafters. Not that she gave the FAWNatics much time to admire the effort, mind you. The ascent had hardly begun when the Mistress of Puppets dropped to one knee, Celia just THWHUMPING Mariel's already tender back down atop the post of her right thigh! McGinty jolted like she'd been touched with a live wire, then dropped to the deck and didn't move whereas Celia slowly stood up to better ascertain the damage.
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=74W801M8JRA
“Are you ready to accept my guidance, Ms. McGinty?” she asked once Mariel put a hand to the small of her aching back. “Or shall we continue this pointless, albeit amusing, exercise in self-flagellation?”
“Ennhhh...enjoy the big words now, honey.” Mariel grunted as she fought to all fours. “Because you're not gonna do much more than gurgle when I've got my legs locked around your necNNNGGHHH!”
Celia clubbed her across the shoulders with a nasty Overhand Forearm Smash, then helped herself to a double handful of hair and hoisted Legs to verticality. No questions from the Temptress now, she simply moved into position on Mariel's left, then dipped down and hooked her right arm around the blonde's leg. In the same breath she muscled McGinty up across her shoulders and made things all the more punishing by cupping her left hand over the Pennsylvanian's chin.
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g4BazWWPiU
Torture Rack, Celia Blassenville to Mariel McGinty in the center of the ring.
The Crimson Cagliostro didn't ask for Craig Long to check on her adversary, but that didn't stop All Night from doing so. What with all the moaning and flailing from Mariel, it would've felt negligent just to stand there. “What do you say, Mariel?” he asked from as close as he dared get. “You need me to call it? Just say the word and I'll—”
“NO!” McGinty shouted at once. “Don't even think about it, you understanRRRGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Celia puuuuuuuuuuuuulled on both ends of the Rack before bouncing in place no less than half a dozen times, the redhead clearly looking to rip the heart out of her statuesque opposition. “Don't shout at the official, Ms. McGinty.” Blassenville chided the struggling battler. “He's clearly looking out for your best interests, which is more than I can say for youRRRRGGGHHH BITCH!”
Mariel couldn't power out of the Torture Rack so she treated Blassenville to a taste of her own medicine by crooking her right hand into a spade that she promptly raked across her attacker's eyes! One wasn't enough to dissuade Celia from her task so she raked her twice more, then pinched the redhead's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to take it home as a prize!
This ripping and tearing finally forced Blassenville to abandon the Torture Rack which in turn allowed Mariel to tumble down and land in front of the Temptress. Galvanized by her audacious escape, McGinty doubled Celia over with a Toe Kick to the gut before snatching hold of her noggin in a Front Facelock. Kicking her left leg out behind immediately thereafter, Mariel swept that gammy scythe forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Blassenville's skull into the deck with a thunderous DDT!
LEG SWING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCCKDLHoqJQ
Celia bounced over onto her side and would've stayed there if the Slippery Rock Siren hadn't shoveled her onto her back and slid into a heavy Crossbody, Mariel hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Temptress shot a shoulder into the air to keep herself in the match for at least another three seconds.
McGinty sat back on her haunches and showed Craig three fingers, though she didn't seem disappointed when the zebra answered with two. Helping herself to Blassenville's braid with a bit more aggression that was expressly necessary at the moment, Mariel wrapped the coppery locks around one fist and yanked Celia's head back hard enough to earn a pained yelp. “You better hope he cares as much about your safety as he does mine, honey.” the blonde hissed in her foe's ear. “Because I intend to kick your ass all OVER this ring.”
“Words without action are merely noise.” Blassenville huffed as she abruptly clambered to all fours. “Now get your fucking hand off my hairNNGGGGHHH!”
McGinty wasn't about relinquish such a valuable grip, thus she scrambled to her feet and braced one knee (the right) against the nape of the redhead's neck and dropped to the canvas to THWHUNK Celia's forehead with a sawed-off sort of DDT! Celia remained stretched out flat on her face and that was fine with the Mariel since it meant less hassle when she switched over to a grip on the Destroyer's shoulder-straps. Hauling the Temptress' woozy bulk to verticality was far from easy, yet McGinty accomplished the task before Blassenville was able to clear her throbbing head. From there she transitioned to a Wristlock, set her right shoulder against Celia's sternum and nudged her back on her heels. Mariel stepped back in the same breath and dropped into a deep crouch to ensure the most separation before she slung Blassenville toward the ropes on the far side of the ri—NO! McGinty planted her heels, reeled the former Tag Team champ the way she'd came and BURIED a huge Kneelift in the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Celia 'ooooffffffhed' and doubled over with both hands braced against her thighs as she tried to catch a decent breath. As for Mariel, she whipped around on one heel and sprinted into the strands to Blassenville's left. There and back in what felt like only a few long strides, the towering blonde THWHUNKED her left knee between Celia's eyes with another massive Kneelift!
HIGH KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=49fmHYtKxMY
The force of it straightened Blassenville up, her usually strong arms windmilling awkwardly as she tried to keep remain upright. She might've managed to do if given some time, but McGinty wasn't feeling even remotely generous as evidenced by the way she snatched a handful of hair and yanked the Temptress' head back at a sharp angle. “Here's some more noise for you, bitch.” she growled. Blassenville hissed and reached for the blonde's wrists only to curse in disgust when Mariel jabbed a toe into the pit of one knee and forced her into an unwelcome penance.
Already delighted to see the Crimson Cagliostro knocked off her usually unflappable pedestal, the FAWNatics got even louder when McGinty swung a leg over Celia's bowed head and crossed her ankles to secure a tight Standing Headscissors. Blassenville grimaced and sank her claws into the blonde's thighs, a defensive tactic that only worked until Mariel clamped down on her wrists and pulled them away from those lethal legs. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, McGinty squeezed a little harder and bounced in place to get another long groan from the Temptress. “With Celia's arms stretched out in an off-kilter 'T', Mariel waggled her hips and asked, “You ready to tap out, Tempty?”
“Absolutely not, you glorified back-up dancer.” Blassenville huffed. “Don't waste my time with such idiotic questRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Legs squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed that much tighter and got a whole arena full of raucous laughter when she made Celia's trapped hands 'clap' a jaunty beat. Those assembled joined in and it wasn't long before they started singing 'TAP! TAP! TAP!' to the suffering powerhouse. Blassenville remained silent, but Mariel wasn't deterred. She glanced at Craig and said, “Ask her. Before she passes ou—whoah!” Penance be damned, Celia shifted her weight and started to rise despite the notable handicap of McGinty's hundred and thirty-so pounds astride her shoulders! Eyes wide with surprise, Mariel bore down harder then ever, then jounced her butt against the redhead's shoulders. That stopped Blassenville's would-be ascent and that was all Mariel needed to go up on tiptoe and drop to her knees, the Pennsylvania native THONKING Celia's forehead into the deck with a Scissored Facebuster!
SCISSORED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX0lJFmGbTg
Still holding onto the redhead's wrists after the shuddering impact, McGinty rolled onto her butt to flip Celia onto her back. In the next instant she discarded the Wristlocks so she could lean forward, catch Blassenville behind the knees and draw both her opponent's legs up into a Victory Roll arrangement that kept Celia stacked on her shoulders for the count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Mistress of Puppets powered free with half a second to spare, much to the dismay of all the white mice gathered to watch tonight's experiment. As for Mariel herself, she looked angry but far from frustrated, indeed she wasted no time in filling her hands with Celia's braid to haul her upright. “Hair!” Blassenville grumbled as she tried to twist her way loose of the blonde's grasp. “Tell this perpetual bridesmaid to get her grubby little fingers out of my hairRRRGGGHHHHH!” McGinty did as bade, though she promptly laced those fingers across Celia's chin, certainly not an improvement in the eyes of the redhead. And things only got worse when the former Tag Team champ rocked back on her heels and dropped to a seat, Mariel landing with those long legs spread in a 'V' while Blassenville was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SIT-OUT REVERSE MAT SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZhQgteBzec
The Temptress' legs shot up again, but McGinty shoved them aside with no thought of collection. Rather she slid forward and threaded her thighs around Celia's noggin, Mariel deftly tucking her left shin into the pit of her right knee to secure the Figure Four Headscissors. Hands set flat against the mat, McGinty boosted her butt by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to crush Blassenville's skull, if not pop it clean off her shoulders! “Ask her!” Mariel barked at Craig as she rocked her hips this way and that. “See if the big bad evil scientist has had enough of these legs!”
FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdFJF2NKSB0
One look at the digust on the redhead's face told Craig she was far from finished, but that didn't stop him from kneeling beside the action when Mariel grabbed her left boot in her right hand and pulled on it to draw the gammy trap that much tighter. “What do you say, Celia? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh... not unless this itinerant scarecrow has pulled a hamstring and needs to quit.” the not so good doc grumbled. “And even then it feels like you should be asking herOH DON'T YOU DARENNNGGGGHHH!”
But Mariel did dare, the towering blonde all smiles as she rolled onto her belly, thus forcing Blassenville to do the same. Arms extended in a push-up position, McGinty lifted her knees off the mat and brought them down once, twice, thrice, the Pennsylvanian THUNKING Celia's forehead against the deck with ring-shivering force! Once that set was complete Mariel raised her hips again, only this time she tucked her chin and somersaulted forward to peel Blassenville off that mat and tumble her forward onto her back with a resounding THAWHAM!
ROLLING HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcPKIHkVYI4
Right back where she'd started with the original Headscissors, Mariel hunkered forward and brushed some hair off Celia's face before poking an index finger into her cheek. “What's wrong, honey?” she teased. “Can't get out? Head starting to swim? Why don't you just go ahead and tap—”
“Because I see things through to the end.” Blassenville sneered. “I'm not a camera friendly quitter who always fades when the lights shine brightRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
No teasing now, McGinty was stone-faced as she squeezed several new shades of pink into the redhead's pale countenance. Even then the Temptress didn't submit, but the defiance only prompted Mariel to twist onto her stomach and repeat the previous full body tumble to THWHAM Blassenville onto the mat a second time. Two was better than one, yet three was better still, so McGinty rolled over and crunched up for the trifec—'ooooohhhhhhh!' from all the FAWNatics when Blassenville got her knees under her and managed to rise with an incredulous Mariel sitting astride her shoulders!
Switching from the Figure Four to a more traditional Headscissors to better maintain her balance, Mariel hooked her fingers into the other woman's hair and bore down with everything she could muster. Unfortunately the Crimson Cagliostro endured the distraction long enough to tromp over to the edge of the squared circle and simply sling her rider forward and down, McGinty damn near folded in half when her taut tummy TWANGED against the top rope!
Mariel 'guuurrrrhk!'ed and bounced away from the rubber-coated steel with both arms strapped tight across her midsection. This meant she was defenseless against Celia's ministrations, namely the double handful of pink waistband she grabbed to put Legs up on tiptoe with a monstrous wedgie! Both of the blonde's hands flew to her traitorous togs, but Celia only let the left work to undo the stinging damage. The right she intercepted in a rough Half Nelson, the Temptress wrenching that arm high overhead even as she snaked her left arm around McGinty's waist. Then she dipped her knees and muscled Mariel into the sky, Celia vaulting her fellow Destroyer like she was a Lightweight only to sink to one knee and THWHUMP Mariel down spine-first atop her thigh in a viciously beautiful Half Nelson Backbreaker!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
McGinty popped open on impact, the devastated blonde bouncing offa Celia's knee to land flat on the mat in a sprawled starfish. Blassenville was not inclined to actually finish the experiment any time soon, but she wanted to test her foe's wherewithal so she splashed down across Mariel's chest and hooked the far leg nice and tight all while grinding the ridge of her forearm against the Pennsylvanian's jaw for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Mariel wrenched her leg free of the redhead's grasp to escape the cover with half a second to spare. Far more relevant to the Temptress' research, she swatted Celia's forearm away from her face, then followed up with a hard slap to the other wrestler's face!
“Back that shit up, psycho.” McGinty huffed. “You're not going to break me that easEERRRGGNNNHHHH!”
Delighted by the fire in the other Destroyer's voice, Blassenville buried her hands in Mariel's hair and yanked her head off the canvas just to THWHUNK it back down, once, twice, three times! “Break is such an ugly word.” Celia abandoned the hair-hold and wiped her hands clean on the blonde's gulping tummy before raising them to shoulder level for the hovering official. “I prefer to think of this as... disarticulation. It's not quite accurate, but it will certainly allow me to rearrange you into a more pleasing form once this is all over.”
Mariel groaned and tried to sit up so Celia shoved her back down and drove a sharp punch into her navel to keep Legs glued to the spot. On her feet shortly thereafter, the Crimson Cagliostro helped herself to McGinty's left ankle and deftly tucked her foe's shin beneath her left arm. With Mariel's left leg yanked up and away in what could easily become a nasty Wishbone, Blassenville tugged up and started to turn the former Tag Team champ over onto her stomach. Started proved the operative word there since Mariel braced her right elbow against the canvas and pushed as hard as she could to prevent the Single Leg Crab. “What's the matter, dear?” Celia smirked. “Worried I might do some irreparable damage to an invaluable part of your brand? I wouldn't be too concerned, I'm sure someone in the marketing team would be happy to have a pirate back on the roster. Mariel 'Peg-Leg' McGinty has a certain ring to NGH!”
Mariel whipped her right leg in low and managed to deal an awkward blow to the redhead's left calf! “You couldn't make me break a sweat, cupcake.” Mariel snapped at her adversary. “No way you're going to break my legNGH! NGH! NNRRRRHHHHHH!”
Planted on her left foot, Blassenville drew back the right and snapped a pair of stiff Toe Kicks between the blonde's shoulders! The rough treatment forced McGinty to roll onto her chest, but rather than step over and sit down, the Temptress set her kickin' foot against Mariel's cheek and craaaaaaaaaanked back on the captured leg!
STANDING HALF CRAB & OTHER RUDENESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMtZnqimVDA
Mariel squealed and thrashed as the unorthodox application of the Hal Crab contorted her into a human pretzel. At first she tried to push Celia's boot away from her face but when that did nothing more than scuff her cheek she stretched that arm out in search of the ropes, which were still a few feet out of reach.
Thoroughly enjoying her control over the near six footer, Blassenville glanced to Craig Long and asked, “Would you see if she's finished? Previous outings suggest she crumples in the face of prolonged adversit—”
“SCREW YOU!” Mariel barked as she managed to drag herself a little bit closer to the edge. “I WON'T TAP OUT TO—”
“Someone standing on your skull?” Blassenville interrupted even as she ground her boot against McGinty's temple like someone butting a cigarette. “I'm not so sure about that, Ms. McGinty. But let's say for the sake of argument, that you are correct. I wonder, will your attitude change if I touch the toes of this pretty pink boot to the back of your bawling head?”
Mariel didn't get a chance to respond, Blassenville simply muscled her onto her stomach, then sat down and dropped into a heavy seat, the redhead resting the strong curve of her backside against the hollow of McGinty's back. With the big blonde's shin still tucked tight under her left arm, Blassenville hooked her right thumb into Mariel's knee-pad and tugged it down to her shin. Once that protection was removed, she balled her hand into a fist and punched McGinty's knee a few times before cupping the vulnerable joint in her palm and puuuuuuuuuullllllling back as hard as she could!
“I'm not going to tell you how close your heel is getting to the base of your skull, Ms. McGinty.” Celia teased over the concerned murmuring of the FAWNatics. “But I suggest you pay keen attention to the noise of the other white mice, I suspect they'll give you a fair indication of the damage being done.”
Hands braced against the mat, Mariel caught a deep breath, then grumbled, “I'd rather listen to them blow the roof off this place when I sit on your nasty little face. Maybe you'll still be awake enough to hear, maybe you won't-eeeerrrrrhhhhhh!”
Celia switched over to a rough claw on McGinty's knee, the pain of it forcing the Gamazon to gather her strength and push her tummy off the mat by a few inches! “Oh my, how wonderfully dramatic!” Blassenville chided the trembling titan by bouncing in place. “Do you think you'll actually make it to the ropes or will you collapse at the finish line, as is so often your hab—”
Mariel interrupted with a furious hiss and clambered forward, the pink-clad lovely dragging their combined two-hundred and seventy plus pounds on an awkward journey toward the ropes! Celia didn't much appreciate the trip though she made no effort to halt the blonde's journey. Instead she continued to punch and scratch at McGinty's left knee simply because she cou—“BREAK!” Mariel grabbed the bottom rope in her right hand and shook it like a lifeline. “I'M IN THE ROPES, BREAK THE HOLD YOU BITCHUUUFFFFHHH!”
The demand ended in a breathless grunt as the Temptress rose to a slight crouch only to drop down and back, Celia putting her underrated backside to dangerous by THWHUMPING into a seat atop the McGinty's shoulders!
Doggedly maintaining her grip in the aftermath of that megaton Butt Bomb, the blonde shook the ropes and rasped, “Get...your... FAT ASS...OFFA MEEEE-OOOOOOHHHHH YOU FUCKING WITCH!”
Knowing her time with the Crab had grown short, Blassenville shifted focus from her foe's knee to her glutes, the cruel redhead taking a bit of buttock between thumb and forefinger before pinching as hard as she could! A whole line of these malicious 'ant bites' followed while Long delivered his warning and final count, Celia inflicting a great deal more than 'FOUR!' by the time she finally tossed Mariel's leg aside and got to her feet.
Sobbing a nauseating mixture of relief and humiliation as she dragged herself out onto the apron, McGinty hooked one arm around the bottom rope to remain anchored while her other hand raced to her buns to ease the worst of the sti—“AAAHHHHH!”
Looming near the edge, Celia took the top rope in both hands and stomped away at McGinty's arm until the blonde pulled it away. Then she braced her kicking foot against the small of the prone woman's back and pushed her out onto the floor with a dispiriting PLOP!
“Stay there, if you have any interest in your long-term well-being.” she sniffed. “It's abundantly clear that you lack the potential I thought I—”
Mariel scrambled off the floor in a blur, hooked one arm around Blassenville's legs and started pounding furious punches into her shins! More irritated than startled by this burst of adrenaline, Celia tried to pull free of the Pennsylvanian's grasp and when she couldn't she dipped between the top and middle strands to snatch a massive handful of hair. “A brawl is NOT what you want, little girl.” the Temptress hissed while shaking Mariel's noggin this way and that. “Even suggesting such nonsense is a good way to NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Uproarious cheers from the FAWNatics when Mariel planted on her left foot and brought the right one up and around in a gorgeous high kick that caromed off the other Destroyer's skull! The lightning strike blow knocked Blassenville for a loop, her legs momentarily giving out so that she dropped to one knee with her midsection resting on the second rope. She was still trying to clear her head when Mariel snatched a double handful of hair and climbed onto the apron.
“Thanks for pulling my knee-pad down, honeybunch.” McGinty hissed as she braced that bare joint against the side of her opponent's face. “Here's how I'm gonna repay you.” The Gamazon pushed up on her right foot and dropped backward into an awkward landing along the apron that did nothing for her lower back, but one she was willing to endure because it also drove her knee into Celia's jaw with a deeply satisfying THWHUNK!
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpK4woK8Ht0
Blown out of the ropes by the Golden Rule, Blassenville landed awkwardly on her shoulder and hip before tumbling onto her back in an obvious daze. As for Mariel McGinty, she hauled herself to vertical and started to go through the ropes only to pause when she noted the redhead's position in relation to the ropes. Drawing back to the apron amidst a startled rumble from those assembled, she took the top rope in both hands and drew in a deep, steadying breath. Fairly certain her left leg would hold up despite the punishment endured earlier, Mariel sank into a deep crouch, then leapt onto the top rope and out into the aether from there, the former Tag Team champ bringing down one helluva guillotine in the form of her right thigh THAWHUMPING down across Blassemville's throat and upper chest!
SPRINGBOARD GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C0XQcb7dUw
Celia shuddered from end to end and flopped onto one side only for Mariel to shovel her right back to start, the big blonde settling into a domineering seat so she could collect both legs for an even more domineering Reverse Matchbook, the pin pointing the other wrestler's cheeks to the rafters through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Surprise and disgust from the capacity crowd when Blassenville braced both hands against the blonde's tush and shoved her off the perch at the last possible instant! Far from angry with the near-fall, McGinty SLAPPED her palms against the canvas half a dozen times, then popped to her feet and bellowed, “LET'S GO!” No complaints from the FAWNatics, indeed they got that much louder when McGinty helped herself to a double handful of hair and dragged the Mistress of Puppets to one knee. Stationed off to Blassenville's left, Mariel planted her right foot directly beneath her foe's head and earned another round of raucous 'OOOOOOOOOHHHHH'S!' when Mariel forced mug into rough contact with the laces of her boot and draaaaaaaaaaaaaggged the redhead's face in a slow climb up boot, shin, knee, and finally that exquisite thigh, the towering blonde all smiles as she barked, “Worship my legs, beeyotch!”
Celia had no intention of complying with this demand and she raised her hands to shove McGinty away only to eat a stubby Kneelift to the temple for her troubles! “You don't wanna worship, tuff girl?” Mariel hissed at the penitent powerhouse. “Then you're more than welcome to suffer!”
The last word was still on her lips when the Gamazon flicked her right leg up so that her shin connected with Blassenville's forehead. Celia grunted and got both hands up to protect her face, but McGinty simply shook her head back and forth before unleashing a whole flurry of blows, the furious former Tag Team champ just BLUDGEONING Celia's noggin with at least a dozen Kawada Kicks in well under ten seconds.
KAWADA KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TonbCaI28UY
It wasn't fatigue that brought the beating to an end either, Mariel would've kept right on kicking if her grip on the Temptress' braid hadn't earned her a warning, followed by a count from Craig Long. Relinquishing just as the zebra reached 'FOUR!', McGinty backed off and angled around so she was set dead ahead of her woozy rival. With Blassenville struggling to get both feet underneath her, Mariel exploded forward and leapt into the air, her right foot shooting up high overhead just to come whistling down on the back of Celia's head in a vicious Stomp that THWONKED the crown of her head into the deck!
SLIPPERY ROCK STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKFiF6Dz9i0
The Slippery Rock Stomp turned Blassenville into an ignominious tripod balanced on splayed feet and the top of her head. Such an arrangement would've certainly ended in the Crimson Cagliostro slumping into a heap if given enough time, but Mariel offered no such luxury. Indeed the mat was still shivering with the latest impact when McGinty grabbed hold of her noggin and wedged it between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. In the same breath she wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist, hoisted her upside down and immediately dropped to a seat to SPIKE her skull with a Sit-Out Piledriver!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AV1fTrBetr8
Celia tumbled away from the impact and was bull-rushed onto her back, Mariel just stretching out hard across the other Destroyer's chest while hooking the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Temptress lifted a shoulder off the canvas to keep the match alive by the slimmest of margins! Mariel leaned back on her haunches, raked a hand through her hair and showed Craig three fingers.
“You gotta be kidding me!” she rasped. “I almost put her head through the freaking mat, twice!”
The ref could only offer an apologetic shrug. “Keep at it.” he said. “You've got this.”
The crowd echoed Long's opinion with a 'LEGS! LEGS! LEGS!' chant that threatened to shake the building apart, so Mariel shook off her disappointment and hauled Blassenville to vertical with a double handful of shoulder-straps. Switching over to a Wristlock made it much easier for the pink-clad powerhouse to hurl Celia to the far corner, where she managed to swing around and BWUUUNG spine-first against the buckles. McGinty waited just long enough to confirm there was no duplicity in the redhead's reaction, then rushed to the opposite corner and sprinted along two sides of the squared circle to ensure maximum momentum when she hopped up and THWHACKED her right boot into Celia's cheek in a massive Yakuza Kick!
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTqEdHLjOvw
Already woozy after this most recent abuse, Blassenville's legs gave way and she would've crumpled to her butt if McGinty hadn't stuffed a shoulder into her midsection and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Gripping her foe by the ears simply because she could, Mariel climbed all the way to the high rent district where she looked out on the sea of faces and offered them a knowing wink. Thanks properly offered, she hopped up and 'smecked' those dangerous legs around Celia's head, the big blonde crossing her ankles even as she torqued her hips to sling the Temptress from her seat with an Avalanche Hurricanra—NO!
Blassenville cinched her arms around the blonde's upper thighs and locked her hands in a white-knuckle clench that froze Mariel upside down with her foe still firmly ensconced on the top turnbuckle. Lips turning up in a nasty smile even as the crowd (not to mention Mariel) shook their heads 'no, no, no!' Celia gathered her strength and muscled McGinty all the way back up to her shoulders before she hopped off into the void and slung her burden forward and down, the Gamazon just THAWHAMMED down in the center of the squared circle as victim of an Avalanche Sit-Out Powerbomb!
AVALANCHE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpq2XyhLN9E
The impact shook every bit of the ring, but McGinty's shoulders remained glued to the mat so Blassenville leaned into those upturned haunches while Craig Long swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mariel twisted loose and flopped over onto her stomach, earning a roar of adulation from those assembled!
Celia looked far less enthused than the Great Unwashed, but she knew better to waste any breath arguing with the official's count. With that in mind she was on her feet and circling the vulnerable blonde in a heartbeat, the Mistress of Puppets clearly looking for the best angle of attack. She found in the nearest corner as McGinty planted both hands against the mat and slowly rose to all fours. Back snug against the buckles, for a moment it looked like the former Tag Team champ was gonna head back to the high rent district, instead she charged out at top speed (approaching from Mariel's left) and took to the skies with a leap that could've taken her clean over the recovering grappler if she hadn't braced her right foot against McGinty's shoulders and stomped down with every bit of her weight to THWHONK Leg's skull into the canvas deck with resounding force!
CURB STOMP @ 00:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQuc06C-pZE
Splattered into a big blonde Rorschach splotch by the power of PTSD, (Post Traumatic Stomp Disorder) Mariel offered nothing in the way of resistance when Celia helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the near six-footer to knock-kneed verticality. Swinging around behind her prey, Blassenville halved her grip so she could wrench McGinty's head back far enough to apply an Inverted Facelock.
With Legs' chin wedged in her left armpit, the Crimson Cagliostro reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of McGinty's pink waistband just above that hip. From there she dipped her knees and earned grudging cheers when she muscled her fellow Destroyer upside down, blonde and redhead snuggled in chest to chest and kept there via the Inverted Facelock and Blassenville relinquishing the trunks grip to hook her foe's right leg. Twisting around as soon as she'd controlled the leg, the Temptress made one and a half rotations before she shot up on tiptoes and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM the back of Mariel's head and shoulders into the mat with resounding force!
GRIEF SPIRAL @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o010-0eY2Zw
Drawn down to the very depths of despair by that awful Grief Spiral, McGinty remained blessedly oblivious when Celia draped her right leg across the pits of her foe's upturned knees to keep her bundled and beaten through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Victory secured, the Temptress raised her right hand and very deliberately SPANKED Mariel's helpless cheeks once, twice, three times before breaking the cover so she could be on her feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, the Temptress... CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Drawing free of Craig's grasp mere moments after he'd raised her hand, the redhead dropped to one knee beside the splattered blonde and carefully brushed the sweat damp curls off of Mariel's forehead. “So much strength.” she murmured. “If only you had the vision to use it. If only you had the will.” Smiling ever so faintly, the Temptress leaned in close and whispered, “Don't fret, Mariel McGinty. The world will make something of you sooner than later, I can feel it. Just what though... that remains to be seen.” Still smiling, she patted the insensate blonde's vulnerable cheek, then stood up and made her exit so the janitorial staff could clean up what remained of tonight's expierment.