Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 3:00:52 GMT
With the crowd stirring, more than ready for tonight’s first match of the evening, the lights go dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd buzzing but otherwise maintaining their composure. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the sound system. Quickly behind, two tall athletic women, as yet unseen to FAWN eyes and those from The Jungle and Desert Divas for that matter, one with long dark locks, the other with a golden mane, appears from stage left.
”HOT LEGS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
And oh those legs. The FAWNtron and good ole Rod’s anthem haven’t been used in error. These two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set just won’t end. As they move to the middle, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high.
Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from both beautiful creatures and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the mostly clueless crowd gives the women a loud welcome aboard as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics. Though only the deep-cover smarks seem to know the pair, the mob starts chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on the beaming face of the women and, as they reach the ring, they again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the hard camera side of the ring, the ring announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s first match of the evening will be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a time 20-minute time limit. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL McGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the nearly hypnotizing twosome with a strong hand that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some lower-end cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. From there, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their first ever FAWN foes and break their collective maiden with a win.
“And their opponents...”
The speakers returned to action, pumping out a second unfamiliar anthem in nearly as many minutes, this one being Icona Pop’s “I Love It”. Yet while the music is unfamiliar, the blonde woman who pushes through the curtain is anything but, Cassidy Woolridge sporting a smirk a mile wide.
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
”I LOVE IT”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY
The announcer resumes his introductions. “Accompanied to the ring by their Big Sister, Cassidy Woolridge... Introducing first, hailing from Winter Park, Florida...”
The mention of an Orlando suburb, despite this woman’s earlier actions, warrants her a small, approving pop.
“She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... ALLLLLLIIISSSOOONNN ADDDIIISSSOOONNN!!!!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
Immediately, the FAWNatics begin to boo, memories of Addison and her soon-to-be-announced partner beating up on Charlie and Skylar still fresh in their minds. Still, there are soon some appreciative whistles when a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitched fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response. The rookie sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
Emblazoned on her rump are three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol is a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures--meant to indicate a tapping hand.
“And her partner," the announcer resumes, “hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at...”
He stops, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. The man clears his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
THAT gets a laugh from the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concludes, “please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!! And together, they represent THE most ass-kickingest sorority there is: Phi Theta Tappa!”
The FAWNatics welcome her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of Allison and the curtains. The boos grow that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
PIPER SEXTON:
... but finally, they part. And when they do, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strides into the FAWN Arena. Piper Sexton plants herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sports a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt--with the “Phi Theta Tappa” nomenclature emblazoned upon her bosom. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
After a few more moments, Sexton takes a step toward Allison, the sorority sisters exchanging a high five before starting toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brings her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouts, “Jeeeeeeeeezus, I haven’t smelt this much Old Spice since after the family Christmas party...”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo as Piper strides toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The 5'10" McGinty and the 5'11" Stipanovic relax in their corner, seemingly enjoying the display. If anyone expects the relative unknowns to look out of place they'll at least have to wait until after the bell. Coming together in a huddle, both Amazon newbies chat about who will start their FAWN careers and ultimately it's decided McGinty, the blonde from 'guns-n-god' PA will lead the way. As Valerie folds her way through the cables, 'Legs' stretches the limbs, one at a time, up to the top buckle, both to limber the stems but to let the sorority sisters know what they'll be dealing with. With the ring of the bell, Mariel slips her boot back to the canvas and rotates out of her corner, flicking out a kick occasionally just for show and perhaps to measure how long an advantage she'll have tonight.
On the other side of the ring, there's not a pow-wow to determine who will open up the contest. Instead, there's a game of Rock Paper Scissors, Allison throwing paper to Piper's stone. The blonde then demands that they go two out of three, this time throwing scissors... to Addison's rock. "Don't worry," the redhead grins, "I won't snap the toothpick before you've had a chance to get in."
Reluctantly, Sexton departs the ring, leaving the Meanest Girl to start the contest. Allison circles out, unable to keep from flinching from Mariel's faint--which doesn't escape the notice of a laughing crowd. Her cheeks growing flushed, Addison surges forward, reaching out for a tie-up... but Allison's left hand moves toward the blonde's eyes, looking to welcome McGinty to FAWN with a good, old fashioned eye rake.
But Mariel shows she's not just about size and length, ducking under the effort and swinging around behind the redhead, grabbing an arm as she sweeps past. The blonde turns and cranks on Addison's captured arm, wrenching on the hammerlock like only a woman of her stature can manage to do. "No snapping on the agenda tonight," Mariel whispers. "Unless it's this arm." When the rookie judges a frustrated Allison is ready to throw some elbows, McGinty unwinds her arm bar and seamlessly buggywhips the sorority sister to the far ropes. When the redhead hits for the rebound, Legs surges forward, lifting her long, supple right leg for a VERY Big Boot.
Even before Addison hits the rubber coated steel, she has a good idea what someone nicknamed "Legs" just might have in store for her, and the redhead readies herself to duck underneath that incoming sole... but then, there IS a reason Mariel is known by that moniker, and until one has been in the ring with those gams, it is impossible to fully appreciate their length. Before the Meanest Girl can lower her head, she runs chin first into McGinty's extended boot, her own set of exquisitely shaped stems flying out from underneath her as Allison crashes to the deck. "REF!" Piper shouts from her corner. "CHECK THAT BOOT! IT'S GOTTA BE LOADED!"
McGinty, having skidded to a stop, turns and winks at Sexton. She offers her footwear to the striped-shirt who gives a cursory check and shrugs at Piper. "It's good."
"Oh it's better than that," Mariel chuckles. She takes off for the ropes behind her and hits a quick 180 out of the cables. She leaps high into the air above the redhead, extending her lithe namesakes over the throat and heaving chest of Allison, ready to reintroduce them to her foe in guillotine-like fashion.
And again, McGinty demonstrates the offensive power of her stems, the double legdrop connecting with Allison's windpipe and bosom and leaving the redhead flopping and thrashing on the canvas. And the FAWNatics are lapping up every second of this brat's richly deserved comeuppance. Left hand clutching and rubbing at her throat, the Meanest Girl struggles up to her feet, then looks to show that her legs are nothing to mess with when she launches a boot toward the advancing blonde's midriff.
But Mariel is ready, catching the lifted leg at the ankle and keeping it from reaching its target. She forces Allison to hop on her grounded foot, beaming a toothy smile at the frustrated 'Greek'. The redhead takes a couple wild swings but McGinty stays out of reach. Finally, the blonde throws Addison's lower limb to the side, spinning the Meanest Girl to face away from Legs. McGinty places a boot in the crease of Allison's derriere, giving the redhead a humiliating shove toward her own corner. "Let's see what the other one has," Legs shouts as Allison stumbles away.
Addison manages to regain her balance just short of the corner, crimson hair whipping out as she turns back toward this arrogant, not-so-little beyotch that somehow STILL had the capacity crowd eating out of her hand. She starts to take a step back toward Mariel when her shoulder is struck by an open hand...
"TAG!" the referee barks.
"Oh HELL no!!!" Allison snaps, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving this ring until that bytch is SOBBING!"
"You're leaving this ring in 5 seconds, Allison," the referee counters. "Unless you want me to call for the bell."
Meanwhile, Piper slips through the ropes, more than eager to try her hand cutting McGinty down to size. After a couple of leisurely steps toward her opponent, Sexton starts to charge, leaping into a low dropkick aimed at the bigger blonde's left kneecap.
But McGinty has another answer, leaping over the flying Piper and landing on her feet as Sexton slides by underneath. The blonde sorority sister scrambles to her feet and turns to face Mariel but finds a thrusting boot into her gut that doubles her with a groan. Not bothering with a trip to the ropes this time, the rookie lifts her right leg high, preparing to drop it like a scythe across the back of Piper's neck and go all Eddard Stark on Sexton with her Standing Axe Kick.
STANDING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfLOCXXvhLk
Heel connects with neck, dropping the Sin City Siren to her hands and knees with a groan. The blonde starts to crawl out from underneath Mariel, aiming to put as much space between herself and the rookie as she can manage--even if that means scampering closer to the Leggs, Inc corner. She just had to hope she'd have enough time to pull a quick "U"-ey once she had cleared McGinty.
Mariel spins as Piper flees the rampaging rookie, if in the wrong direction. She shakes her head as she lifts a leg and plants boot to the booty of the sorority sister, sending Sexton flat to her chest. McGinty looks at her long lean partner, another nearly six-footer, and shrugs. "What school did they go to? Virginia Tech?" Mariel stretches out her hand and receives a slap from Stems. Stipanovic slides through the strands and both women grab a wrist, helping Piper to her feet. They bully her halfway down the ropes and fling her to the opposite cables. As the blonde rebounds, Leggs Inc surges forward, lifting stereo BIG boots toward the chops of Sexton.
Piper's gams are hardly unpleasing, but let's be honest--they are clearly outclassed by the quartet of legs sharing the ring with her. Not just in sculpture, and not just in length, but also as it turns out in power. Much as Allison had discovered in the opening minutes, it's not really possible to have an appreciation for just how quickly one finds oneself hurled back into the range of their Big Boots until it actually happens, and the two heels that SMASH under her jaw snap the smaller blonde's head back, her wheels flying out in front of her, her boots swinging all the way up top point at the rafters as Piper crashes down on her back and the back of her head. "Dammit, Piper," Addison snaps from her corner, apparently having forgotten just how much SHE had struggled in with McGinty. "Get your damn head in the game."
Leggs Inc shares a joyous high five and McGinty heads for the exit, leaving the splayed Sexton to her dark-haired partner. Valerie takes a glance at the nearest set of ropes and, after a quick bit of calculus, races as fast as her long loping strides will carry her toward the cables. She leaps into the middle set and vaults out of the springboard back toward Cassidy's charge, ready to deliver a guillotine-like blow to the brat from Phi Nada Klu with her signature leg drop
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7-ERfUADqQ
Speed kills, but so does hesitation, and the latter appears to be the case when the Sin City Siren begins to roll away from the descending brunette. And against just about any other woman on the roster, Sexton might have rolled clear. But again, that length comes into play. With Piper mid-roll, facing the canvas, Stipanovic's calf slices down on the back of the sorority blonde's neck. "Jeezus f*ck!" Allison exclaims, burying her hands into her crimson locks and yanking away in frustration. "I'm not seeing this. I'm not!"
The seated ingenue turns to the redhead. "You're right. You ain't seen nothin' yet." Valerie lifts one of her never ending gams and slices it back down into the back of Sexton's skull for good measure, flashing her perfect pearlies at the enraged Allison. Stipanovic shoves Piper to her back with a thrust of her boot and scrambles to her feet. She plucks one of the blonde's perfectly serviceable legs off the deck and steps through, starting to make the familiar pirouette that would knot Piper's legs into a figure of four. Valerie would again bring her stems to bear with a version of the leg lock that would be power more through length than muscle.
With all the focus on legs so far this evening, it proves fitting that a boot would serve to turn the tide, Piper lifting her foot as Stipanovic swivels away from her and planting a sole against the brunette's glutes. Sexton sends Valerie stumbling away with a shove of her foot, but doesn't seem particularly eager to stick around and press her luck. Rolling over and pushing quickly to her hands and knees, the Sin City Siren scampers toward her corner at a furious pace, diving to slap the extended hand of Allison, bringing the Meanest Girl back into the match.
Addison slowly threads a luscious stem through the ropes, eyeing her opposition warily as she starts to enter the ring, but Valerie holds back, apparently not feeling much urgency to reclaim the upper hand. Once the redhead is in the ring, she and Stipanovic begin to circle... and just as the brunette's back turns to the Phi Theta Tappa corner, Piper stealthily slips back through the ropes herself. Once Sexton is back in the ring, however, she discards all attempts at subterfuge, immediately diving and launching a shoulder toward the pit of the rookie's left knee.
Valerie howls as she falls to the floor, genuflecting. She grasps at her aching knee, kicking out the other stem behind her and catching a piece of the blonde. "Ref," Mariel shouts from the far corner. "What the hell?" The tawny-skinned brunette winces as she puts some weight on the long lower limb, knowing she has to get back up to take advantage of her length, but Stipanovic looks a bit like a baby giraffe rising for the first time.
But as the brunette pushes up off her left knee, Allison DRIVES a toe kick into Valerie's lower abdomen the puts Stipanovic's kneecap back down on the mat, Valerie's left arm wrapping around her gulping tummy. To her credit, the debuting Stems again attempts to regain her footing... and as she does, Addison drifts to the brunette's left, maneuvering in behind Stipanovic. And looking to show that Valerie and her partner aren't the only women in this ring with legs for days, Allison launches a kick from what she judges to be a safe distance, her boot this time zeroing in on the back of Valerie's left knee, hoping to follow up on the damage Piper had just done.
The redhead's boot finds the target and this time Valerie is sent rolling to the canvas with a disturbing shriek. Ending on her back, she draws the long ravaged leg in tight to her body, holding it close as she rocks from side to side, biting her lower lip. Sensing it's very much time to get her partner back in the game and herself safely out, Stipanovic tries tumbling her way to the lanky blonde but it's a frustratingly slow process, even with the enthusiastic calls from Mariel for her fellow rookie to make it home.
She who lives by her legs sometimes dies by her legs, for while those ludicrously lengthy stems can cover a lot of ground in a little time, they can also trail significantly behind if one's been hobbled enough. And that allows Allison to snatch Valerie's left ankle, the redhead giving the gam a cruel jerk to wrench her knee as she reels the brunette back toward the middle of the ring. Lifting up on Stipanovic's ankle, the Meanest Girl lives up to her moniker by SLAMMING Valerie's knee down into the canvas, and as the brunette is forced to reach for that throbbing joint, Addison saunters into a standing straddle of her opponent. Sinking into a crouch, Allison reaches to pull Stems' wings up and over her thighs, to secure a camel clutch, the redhead practically salivating at the thought of plunging her talons into Valerie's gurls if she could lock the hold in place.
Allison mounts the long lean frame of the brunette, pulling first one arm over a bent knee and quickly doing likewise with the opposite. Lacing her fingers, Addison cups her hands under the rookie's chin and HAULS to the rear, tugging Valerie's head and chest up and back, putting incredible pressure on Stipanovic's spine. Her jaw locked in place, Valerie's cries are muffled, that is until the Meanest Girl unlaces her fingers and sends one set into the brunette's modest assets, skillfully slipping them under Val's top and shredding away at the tender tissue. Tongue loosened, the rookie yelps in pain, trying to shake free of the Clutch, stretching one of her lower limbs sideways as best she can toward the ropes.
Again, the length of Valerie's legs is ready to serve her well... that is, until Cassidy Woolridge takes hold of the bottom rope with both hands, pulling back on the rubber coated steel. There's not much give in that cable, but there's juuuust enough to deny Stipanovic their sanctuary. The FAWNatics immediately rally to the side of the newcomer, showering the ring with boos, but with the referee's attention focused on Valerie's face, just in case she wanted to surrender, he fails to notice Woolridge's duplicity. Mariel spots it, though, and does her best to alert the official. But an instant before he looks up, Cassidy lets go, stepping away from the ring and whistling.
Addison RIPS her claws away, rising to her full height and allowing Stipanovic to slump to the mat. McGinty sends a snarl Allison's way, which the redhead responds to by placing a kiss to her fingertips, giving a sassy swish of her hips in the leggy blonde's direction as she circles toward Valerie's noggin and SMACKING that hand to her backside. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, the Meanest Girl starts to pull Stems back to her feet--but doesn't plan to keep her their long before sitting out and slamming the brunette's face down between her parted stems--and probably giving the canvas a good scrubbing with Stipanovic's mug for good measure.
But Allison finds out it's not the best idea to get both wheels under the near six-footer, even when one is, at the moment, fairly flat. Yanked to her feet, Valerie wraps her hands around the back of Addison's skull, nudging the crown of her own head against the redhead's chin. This time she drops to a knee of her own accord ... on her good one. The jawbreaker frees Valerie as Allison staggers away, cursing and massaging her mandible. A fierce look on Stems' face belies the knowledge even this rookie has. She needs to get to a tag. Turning she limps toward Legs, her arm extended toward the outstretched hand of her partner.
The redhead might be staggered, but she doesn't have much interest in leaving the match just yet. Her partner, however, is VERY eager to get back into the fight, and she reaches out over the top rope to slap Addison's shoulder. The Meanest Girl flashes the Sin City Siren her most withering "... the hell, bytch?" glare, but Piper just smirks as she slips through the ropes. "Take five, Allie," Sexton purrs, "I got this."
Even as those last three words were being uttered, the blonde's focus shifts across the ring, and Piper doesn't wait around to get an answer. Instead, she launches into a sprint--not toward the hobbled Valerie but PAST her, looking to knock Mariel from the apron with a running forearm to the jaw.
Focused on making her way back into the ring, McGinty loses track of the charging coed and Piper's leaping throw of her limb SMACKS into Mariel's right shoulder, the near six-footer's head apparently out of range. Though hardly devastating, it's enough for the blonde to be sent tumbling off the apron. She lands on her feet, skidding to a stop near the steel barricade. Though mostly unscathed, she's not at her post for the limping, expectant Valerie. Having watched her partner sail away. Stems directs her attention to the turning Piper, grabbing the top rope at her side for balance and shooting her right leg on a course to under Sexton's chin.
Piper goes wide-eyed as she turns, but it turns it out giving up nearly a half foot to your opposition sometimes comes in handy, giving the startled blonde a bit of a head start in her effort to dip under the sweeping boot. Instead of removing the head of the Sin City Siren, Valerie instead has to avoid ending up straddling the top rope when Sexton's noggin is no longer in a position to interrupt her kick. Stipanovic manages to get both feet back underneath her, but not without her plant leg momentarily buckling, a hobble that gives Piper the opening she needs to grab Stems by the back of the head and push the brunette's eyes down across the top rope.
Knowing that Mariel wouldn't be on the floor for long, Sexton presses down with what leverage she can muster and quickly draaaags Valerie toward the more purposefully empty corner, Stipanovic howling each step of the way. Reaching their destination, Piper spins her foe's back to the buckles, stooping down to take Stipanovic's left ankle and work on threading that gam over the middle rope, intending to keep yanking on that ankle and using the rubber coated steel to torture the rookie's knee until the official made her stop.
Her long tanned lower limb creased over the cable, Valerie yelps as apparently the Second Meanest Girl tugs and wrenches the already aching leg, stretching the weakened ligaments. The face of the lithe and lengthy ingenue twists in pain. She cries out to the ref for some relief as does the returned Mariel. Finally, the man starts his count, giving Sexton four more seconds to apply her torture. With the blonde releasing her, Stipanovic gingerly pulls her long limb inside the confines and turns her body to keep it away from the sorority sister. Hobbling into a backpedal, the brunette tosses a few 'don't hurt me' jabs toward Piper's chin that might just show her arms have a little reach as well.
The reach is solid, but Piper demonstrates she's no dumb blonde by again making the most of her height disadvantage, first ducking those jabs and then delivering a jab of her own that lands just north of Valerie's bellybutton. Stems lets out a small gasp as she doubles forward, Sexton straightening up and immediately claiming a handful of dark locks, which she uses to put Stipanovic flat on her ass via a hairmare. Now the one standing tall, Piper steps over each of the rookie's shoulders, leaving the back of Valerie's head resting against her crotch, Stipanovic's hips straddled by Sexton's boots. Leaning down, the sorority sister claims Stems' left ankle calf, crossing the brunette's legs before she reaches for Valerie's right ankle. If she could secure that and start pulling up on her opponent's right leg, the Sin City Stretch might leave Stipanovic easy pickings for the rest of the night.
Again picking on the rookie's best weapons, Valerie gets maneuvered slickly into Sexton's version of the Stump Puller, her right leg raised high and yanked tightly against her crossed left. Piper now pulls back on Stems' "good leg", seeking to make it as lame as the other and leave the young brunette without a leg to stand on. Without much leverage and with the ache growing exponentially by the second, Valerie tries to throw her upper body to the mat, hoping to pull Piper off balance with her and send the blonde crashing to the canvas where she could roll the sorority brat up in a small package, or as small as Val could make a package out of her lanky frame, and escape with a win in Leggs Inc's inaugural contest.
"WhooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAYYYYYEEEEDDDOOOOOONNNN'TTTTTTHHHIIIINNNKKKSSSOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" the Sin City Siren wails, her voice transitioning from alarmed to defiant as she manages to right her balance before being taken off her feet. Sexton tosses Valerie's leg away, using her right leg to deliver a mule kick to Stems' bosom that sends the brunette to her back as Piper straightens up. The smug blonde adds a few stomps to Stipanovic's gurls and to her belly before turning her back to her foe--and to her own corner, completely oblivious to Allison's impatience in waiting for a tag. Feeling confident, Piper's feet shuffle into a broadened stance, the blonde putting her moneymaker to work taunting Valerie and teasing the crowd before she launches herself into a standing moonsault.
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
The FAWNatics can't deny Piper's bootytastic shake, rattle and roll, some even turning to cheers for the blonde. Sexton prepares to finish with a backflipping moonsault to drive what air remains out of the lungs of the battered rookie, the brunette's midsection nearly as elongated as her gams. The tawny expanse makes an inviting crash pad as Piper tumbles toward her target and finding raised knees. The desperate Stipanovic sets her joints like two stakes to impale the blonde's belly and the rookie succeeds, though as Piper rolls away gagging and hugging her gut, Valerie is whimpering, the job done on her legs making the counter a painful one. She stretches out, turns to all fours and crawls toward her pleading partner, the crowd begging with Valerie to pick up the pace, and get to her pleading partner this time.
While the FAWNatics beg one beleagured beauty, Allison Addison cajoles the other with every bit as much passion as these newcomers have managed to stoke in the audience. Cassidy Woolridge's tone is a bit more measured, but every bit as urgent as she slaps the apron, urging Piper to get to her corner. But Sexton's landing on Valerie's tucked knees had gone about as badly as it possibly could for the Sin City Siren, the wind completely driven out of her and leaving her struggling just to uncoil herself out of her tight ball. Meanwhile, Stipanovic dives... and slaps the extended hand of Mariel McGinty! As Leggs slides through the ropes, Piper again tries to work her way to her hands and knees--and again, the blonde's abs balk at the task. Doubtful of being able to get to her corner, Sexton instead rocks to the side, hoping to roll out of the ring before McGinty can reach her.
But Woolridge's protege isn't quite able to evacuate in time. McGinty snatches both left wrist and ankle and tugs the squirming Sexton back toward the middle of the ring. Piper finally shakes free and makes it to hands and knees, but Mariel sinks her digits into the long flaxen locks of her foe from behind and tears Piper to stooped feet. Moving to Piper's side, the lanky 'Legs' draws her right knee up to Piper's temple while grabbing onto her foe's far arm. The buzz of the crowd grows as the FAWNatics ready for Mariel to throw her body into reverse, laying out and NAILING Piper with her lightly tanned gams and her Golden Rule.
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
Legs drops to her back, causing the back of Piper's head and neck to SLAM down onto Mariel's knee. "Gyyyyyaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!" the Sin City Siren howls, dropping to her tush, spine arched, arms extended to her sides--and hands raised, almost in a show of resignation. Piper soon slumps over to her left hip, her right hand flying up to cradle the back of her neck, possibly checking to make sure that her neck hadn't been broken.
McGinty hustles to her feet and gives a wave to the marooned redhead before dropping a leg across the throat of Sexton. She scrambles to her feet, hits the nearby ropes and lands another, then repeats it a third time. 'Legs' goes for the pin, leaving those legs draped across the neck and chest of the spasming Sexton for
MULTIPLE LEG DROPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7UqcpaOBjE
ONE...
TWO...
Piper kicks free.
The rookie pushes up, dragging the reeling sorority brat with her. When the duo reach their feet, Piper suddenly shakes free of Mariel's grip and lands a resounding bytch slap that turns McGinty in a 180. But almost instantly she spins back to a rattling superkick to Piper's chin that leaves the blonde stunned if still standing. With Sexton's back to her, Mariel leaps toward Sexton's six, her long lower limbs flying high, Mariel hoping to get them up and over Piper's shoulders, where she can clamp down and twist Sexton into a rana that might just snap the brat's neck if the last move didn't.
SUPERKICK & POISONED RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOiy868T8ew
Mariel shows that she's got some hops to go along with those long, long, loooong legs, springing from a standing position to straddle Piper's shoulders. In the next instant, McGinty throws her weight backwards with all her might, not only ripping the Sin City Siren off her feet but flipping the blonde upside down and SPIKING Sexton's skull into the canvas. Piper flops over to her tush, her eyes instantly left glazed by the concussive impact, her left arm hanging slack. Somehow, however, Sexton's right arm stretches out in front of her, toward her corner, her fingers coming up about a foot shy of Allison's outstretched hand... and then further still, as Piper's right arm drops to join its comrade at her sides, the blonde's eyes rolling back in her head as she tumbles backward, winding up in a splayed heap.
McGinty hops from knees to boots and strides to the downed blonde. Grabbing Piper by the ankles, Mariel straightens Sexton into a single flawless but motionless file before dropping her foe's legs to the canvas with a thud. Grinning from ear to ear, Mariel sidles to Piper's shoulders on her right side. McGinty's lifts her right leg high, almost into a vertical set of splits that draws an audible stir from the FAWNatics so impressive is the sight. More impressive still might be the guillotine finish of the blonde below as the front raised leg of Mariel's splits drops toward Piper's neck and shoulders for a cutting edge of a pin.
When McGinty's luscious leg crashes down across Sexton's throat, the Sin City Siren's gams fly into the air, then settle back down as the rest of the smaller blonde continues to spasm and convulse. Maintaining her splits, Mariel shuffles ever so slightly to settle with her butt just above Piper's chest, the FAWNatics responding to this unique cover with whistles and lusty cheers, and a smiling McGinty can't resist flashing a quick double (small) bicep pose as she gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
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Leggs, Inc.'s first victory in FAWN is snatched away not by Piper, but by Allison Addison deliver a diving double axehandle to the back of the blonde's head.
Mariel is sent lurching from her jaunty perch, wincing as she rolls off the splayed Sexton, cradling her aching noggin. Ending on her ass, McGinty buttscoots to the ropes behind her, using the ropes to unsteadily pull her way up while keeping a wary eye on Allison. The official catches a crook of the redhead's arm to keep Addison from continuing her assault on Legs. But just as the furious Meanest Girl breaks free of his grip, another person meaning to interrupt her efforts attacks from behind. The partially recovered Valerie plans to show what's good for Allison's gander by lifting off and stabbing the redhead in the back before she can do it again to her partner.
BACKSTABBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxLrW-PGJuw
Stems manages to catch Allison completely unawares, Addison's first indication of Valerie's return coming when the brunette's hands clutch her shoulders--and by then, it's too late. Stipanovic falls backwards, pulling her foe down with her, one rookie's back crashing down onto the tucked knees the other newcomer. After the work Addison and Sexton had done on her left knee, it's a maneuver that CAN'T have been particularly pleasant for Stems herself, but it becomes readily apparent that the worst of it went to Addison, the Meanest Girl flopping to the mat and rolling away, tumbling under the bottom rope and spilling unceremoniously to the floor. As Cassidy quickly moves to the reach the side of one fallen sorority sister, the one inside the ring groans as she rolls over, attempting to push up to her hands and knees... and promptly faltering, hitting the canvas with a dull thud.
But Leggs Inc is more than ready to help Piper to her feet, each member grabbing a wrist and hauling the dazed blonde to her boot leather. Valerie and Mariel bundle Sexton to the ropes, all three hitting the rubber-coated steel and shooting forward. But the long leggy teammates provide Piper a booster, sending her sprinting alone with the help of a pair of Irish whips to the far strands. As Piper rebounds, Legs and Stems, spin in pirouettes as Sexton charges toward them, swinging around one of their endless legs for stereo leg lariats headed toward Piper's flawless features.
This might be Mariel and Valerie's first time in front of the FAWN crowd, but they've definitely worked together for some time--no two women can launch such beautiful, acrobatic assaults with such synchronicity without having put in considerable time together. Their blows even land in near perfect unison, Stipanovic's catching Piper at the jaw and McGinty's connecting with the Sin City Siren's forehead. The dual leg lariats send Sexton's stems flying out from underneath her, the brat landing heavily on her back, the back of her skull bouncing roughly off the scarcely padded plywood. Outside the ring, Woolridge continues tending to Addison, knowing how badly in need of reinforcements Piper had become.
With Sexton laying at their feet, the rookie duo twirl to a stop and immediately head for the ropes behind them. Each rebounds and races to the spreadeagled sorority sister, leaping high from either side, both launching for a double super-splash to finish off whatever fight Piper has left, Mariel rising above her chest and Valerie above her tummy. If they hit, Sexton might be little more than a greasespot, easy pickings once Stems left the scene of the crime.
And hit they do, the brunette's belly 'THWAP'ing against Piper's midriff and the blonde's abdomen momentarily collapsing Sexton's chest. The Sin City Siren's eyes practically pop out of her head as her noggin lifts a few inches off the mat, her cheeks puffed like a blowfish. Piper's legs swing considerably higher into the air... but then drop along with her head, the glistening blonde left jellied underneath both leggy newcomers.
Though the official might have lost control enough for a dual pin to stand, Valerie pushes off the blasted Piper and heads for the exit. Good thing for Leggs Inc. she does as Allison is being stuffed back into the ring by Woolridge to even the sides. But a baseball slide from Stipanovic ejects the redhead, Allison in turn ramming into Cassidy and sending the manager reeling to the barricade behind her. Stems trails out after the 'Greek' duo, leaving Mariel to fold Piper in a tight matchbook while seated above her head, laying her thighs across the blonde's ankles to keep her foe folded between her extended gams, the legs in long wide 'V' for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
... and, quite possibly, TEN!!!!! if Mariel had been of a mind to milk the moment. But instead, as the bell sounds, the triumphant blonde shifts her gams into a slightly wider 'V' to allow the Sin City Siren the freedom to spill out of her folded matchbook and gather into a boneless puddle of flesh. Down on the floor, Valerie stands ready to head off any incursion from either Woolridge or Addison, but the sorority sisters are far too busy dealing with the own aches and pains, Addison remaining draped across Cassidy's lap. Meanwhile, the announcer makes it official, the crowd roaring even before he begins to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, via pinfall... LEEEGGGGGGSSS, INNNCCC!!!!!"
The announcement draws Valerie’s attention back to the ring and she scurries under the bottom rope, popping to her feet and embracing her fellow near-six-footer to the roar of the FAWNatics. They hop in delight at garnering the win, and in impressive fashion. Finally, blonde and brunette break from their huggy huddle to salute the fans with beaming grins and raised hands. And for those in the stands, this seems one of those rare times when the look, the tools and the result of a team's first match meld together in not only a win but a possible harbinger of greater things to come and, if their legs had anything to do with it, the careers of Valerie and Mariel would be long ones.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd buzzing but otherwise maintaining their composure. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the sound system. Quickly behind, two tall athletic women, as yet unseen to FAWN eyes and those from The Jungle and Desert Divas for that matter, one with long dark locks, the other with a golden mane, appears from stage left.
”HOT LEGS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
And oh those legs. The FAWNtron and good ole Rod’s anthem haven’t been used in error. These two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set just won’t end. As they move to the middle, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high.
Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from both beautiful creatures and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the mostly clueless crowd gives the women a loud welcome aboard as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics. Though only the deep-cover smarks seem to know the pair, the mob starts chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on the beaming face of the women and, as they reach the ring, they again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the hard camera side of the ring, the ring announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s first match of the evening will be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a time 20-minute time limit. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL McGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the nearly hypnotizing twosome with a strong hand that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some lower-end cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. From there, Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their first ever FAWN foes and break their collective maiden with a win.
“And their opponents...”
The speakers returned to action, pumping out a second unfamiliar anthem in nearly as many minutes, this one being Icona Pop’s “I Love It”. Yet while the music is unfamiliar, the blonde woman who pushes through the curtain is anything but, Cassidy Woolridge sporting a smirk a mile wide.
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
”I LOVE IT”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxxajLWwzqY
The announcer resumes his introductions. “Accompanied to the ring by their Big Sister, Cassidy Woolridge... Introducing first, hailing from Winter Park, Florida...”
The mention of an Orlando suburb, despite this woman’s earlier actions, warrants her a small, approving pop.
“She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... ALLLLLLIIISSSOOONNN ADDDIIISSSOOONNN!!!!!”
ALLISON ADDISON:
Immediately, the FAWNatics begin to boo, memories of Addison and her soon-to-be-announced partner beating up on Charlie and Skylar still fresh in their minds. Still, there are soon some appreciative whistles when a lithe, limber, leggy and utterly bewitched fair skinned redhead pushes past the curtains, some cheers begin to reassert themselves amid the crowd’s response. The rookie sports a teal “one piece" that struggles to meet that designation. The bust area is surprisingly well-covered, denying even a hint of cleavage but perfectly accentuating her assets. The spandex bares her shoulders, but runs up to her neck, forming something of a collar. The garment similarly stretches downward in an arrow, exposing plenty of skin on her left and right flanks, before fanning out toward her hips to hug her hindquarters.
Emblazoned on her rump are three symbols, two of which are fairly obviously recognized as letters of the Greek alphabet. Less obvious to those not versed in fraternity and sorority culture is WHICH letters they are, specifically “Phi” and “Theta.” The third symbol is a straight line with another line posed above it at a 45 degree angle, and between those two lines three squiggly figures--meant to indicate a tapping hand.
“And her partner," the announcer resumes, “hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at...”
He stops, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. The man clears his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
THAT gets a laugh from the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concludes, “please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!! And together, they represent THE most ass-kickingest sorority there is: Phi Theta Tappa!”
The FAWNatics welcome her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of Allison and the curtains. The boos grow that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
PIPER SEXTON:
... but finally, they part. And when they do, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strides into the FAWN Arena. Piper Sexton plants herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sports a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt--with the “Phi Theta Tappa” nomenclature emblazoned upon her bosom. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
After a few more moments, Sexton takes a step toward Allison, the sorority sisters exchanging a high five before starting toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brings her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouts, “Jeeeeeeeeezus, I haven’t smelt this much Old Spice since after the family Christmas party...”
Addison doesn’t so much strut or saunter down the aisle as she does simple dance toward the ring, moving and gyrating in time to her musical accompaniment--but consciously positioned smack dab in the middle of the aisle the whole way, too far for any spectator to reach out and touch her. Reaching ringside, Allison jumps to take a seat on the edge of the apron, her back to the ropes. Climbing to her feet swiftly, the redhead strolls toward the far ringpost, stopping just past midway there. In one fluid motion, Addison swings her left left through the gap between the middle and top rope, hooking the cable with her knee and leaning back to drape herself across the rubber coated steel.
Raising her left hand to grab the top rope, Allison brings her right hand up over her face, waggling a reproachful finger at the jeering, whistling masses. She then adds her right hand to secure her grip on the top rope, and once steadied, the leggy redhead swings her luscious right stem into the air, similarly hooking the uppermost cable against the pit of her knee. Addison’s left leg then joins her right, scissoring the top rope as she swings her back to hover over the floor. She releases her hands from the cable, but just long enough to reposition herself. Claiming the rope again, her left foot settles down inside the ring first, followed by her right, Allison finally arching her back deeeeeep to draw her upper body through the cables.
The rookie takes one step away from the ropes before striking a pose: right foot positioned a little in front of her left, her back remaining slightly arched to put her bosom and bust on full display, her left hand resting against her hip as her right hand flies upward, coming to a stop just above the crown of her skull, elbow cocked, palm open. A few more cheers work their way into the mix, but the majority of the FAWNatics continue to boo as Piper strides toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The 5'10" McGinty and the 5'11" Stipanovic relax in their corner, seemingly enjoying the display. If anyone expects the relative unknowns to look out of place they'll at least have to wait until after the bell. Coming together in a huddle, both Amazon newbies chat about who will start their FAWN careers and ultimately it's decided McGinty, the blonde from 'guns-n-god' PA will lead the way. As Valerie folds her way through the cables, 'Legs' stretches the limbs, one at a time, up to the top buckle, both to limber the stems but to let the sorority sisters know what they'll be dealing with. With the ring of the bell, Mariel slips her boot back to the canvas and rotates out of her corner, flicking out a kick occasionally just for show and perhaps to measure how long an advantage she'll have tonight.
On the other side of the ring, there's not a pow-wow to determine who will open up the contest. Instead, there's a game of Rock Paper Scissors, Allison throwing paper to Piper's stone. The blonde then demands that they go two out of three, this time throwing scissors... to Addison's rock. "Don't worry," the redhead grins, "I won't snap the toothpick before you've had a chance to get in."
Reluctantly, Sexton departs the ring, leaving the Meanest Girl to start the contest. Allison circles out, unable to keep from flinching from Mariel's faint--which doesn't escape the notice of a laughing crowd. Her cheeks growing flushed, Addison surges forward, reaching out for a tie-up... but Allison's left hand moves toward the blonde's eyes, looking to welcome McGinty to FAWN with a good, old fashioned eye rake.
But Mariel shows she's not just about size and length, ducking under the effort and swinging around behind the redhead, grabbing an arm as she sweeps past. The blonde turns and cranks on Addison's captured arm, wrenching on the hammerlock like only a woman of her stature can manage to do. "No snapping on the agenda tonight," Mariel whispers. "Unless it's this arm." When the rookie judges a frustrated Allison is ready to throw some elbows, McGinty unwinds her arm bar and seamlessly buggywhips the sorority sister to the far ropes. When the redhead hits for the rebound, Legs surges forward, lifting her long, supple right leg for a VERY Big Boot.
Even before Addison hits the rubber coated steel, she has a good idea what someone nicknamed "Legs" just might have in store for her, and the redhead readies herself to duck underneath that incoming sole... but then, there IS a reason Mariel is known by that moniker, and until one has been in the ring with those gams, it is impossible to fully appreciate their length. Before the Meanest Girl can lower her head, she runs chin first into McGinty's extended boot, her own set of exquisitely shaped stems flying out from underneath her as Allison crashes to the deck. "REF!" Piper shouts from her corner. "CHECK THAT BOOT! IT'S GOTTA BE LOADED!"
McGinty, having skidded to a stop, turns and winks at Sexton. She offers her footwear to the striped-shirt who gives a cursory check and shrugs at Piper. "It's good."
"Oh it's better than that," Mariel chuckles. She takes off for the ropes behind her and hits a quick 180 out of the cables. She leaps high into the air above the redhead, extending her lithe namesakes over the throat and heaving chest of Allison, ready to reintroduce them to her foe in guillotine-like fashion.
And again, McGinty demonstrates the offensive power of her stems, the double legdrop connecting with Allison's windpipe and bosom and leaving the redhead flopping and thrashing on the canvas. And the FAWNatics are lapping up every second of this brat's richly deserved comeuppance. Left hand clutching and rubbing at her throat, the Meanest Girl struggles up to her feet, then looks to show that her legs are nothing to mess with when she launches a boot toward the advancing blonde's midriff.
But Mariel is ready, catching the lifted leg at the ankle and keeping it from reaching its target. She forces Allison to hop on her grounded foot, beaming a toothy smile at the frustrated 'Greek'. The redhead takes a couple wild swings but McGinty stays out of reach. Finally, the blonde throws Addison's lower limb to the side, spinning the Meanest Girl to face away from Legs. McGinty places a boot in the crease of Allison's derriere, giving the redhead a humiliating shove toward her own corner. "Let's see what the other one has," Legs shouts as Allison stumbles away.
Addison manages to regain her balance just short of the corner, crimson hair whipping out as she turns back toward this arrogant, not-so-little beyotch that somehow STILL had the capacity crowd eating out of her hand. She starts to take a step back toward Mariel when her shoulder is struck by an open hand...
"TAG!" the referee barks.
"Oh HELL no!!!" Allison snaps, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving this ring until that bytch is SOBBING!"
"You're leaving this ring in 5 seconds, Allison," the referee counters. "Unless you want me to call for the bell."
Meanwhile, Piper slips through the ropes, more than eager to try her hand cutting McGinty down to size. After a couple of leisurely steps toward her opponent, Sexton starts to charge, leaping into a low dropkick aimed at the bigger blonde's left kneecap.
But McGinty has another answer, leaping over the flying Piper and landing on her feet as Sexton slides by underneath. The blonde sorority sister scrambles to her feet and turns to face Mariel but finds a thrusting boot into her gut that doubles her with a groan. Not bothering with a trip to the ropes this time, the rookie lifts her right leg high, preparing to drop it like a scythe across the back of Piper's neck and go all Eddard Stark on Sexton with her Standing Axe Kick.
STANDING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfLOCXXvhLk
Heel connects with neck, dropping the Sin City Siren to her hands and knees with a groan. The blonde starts to crawl out from underneath Mariel, aiming to put as much space between herself and the rookie as she can manage--even if that means scampering closer to the Leggs, Inc corner. She just had to hope she'd have enough time to pull a quick "U"-ey once she had cleared McGinty.
Mariel spins as Piper flees the rampaging rookie, if in the wrong direction. She shakes her head as she lifts a leg and plants boot to the booty of the sorority sister, sending Sexton flat to her chest. McGinty looks at her long lean partner, another nearly six-footer, and shrugs. "What school did they go to? Virginia Tech?" Mariel stretches out her hand and receives a slap from Stems. Stipanovic slides through the strands and both women grab a wrist, helping Piper to her feet. They bully her halfway down the ropes and fling her to the opposite cables. As the blonde rebounds, Leggs Inc surges forward, lifting stereo BIG boots toward the chops of Sexton.
Piper's gams are hardly unpleasing, but let's be honest--they are clearly outclassed by the quartet of legs sharing the ring with her. Not just in sculpture, and not just in length, but also as it turns out in power. Much as Allison had discovered in the opening minutes, it's not really possible to have an appreciation for just how quickly one finds oneself hurled back into the range of their Big Boots until it actually happens, and the two heels that SMASH under her jaw snap the smaller blonde's head back, her wheels flying out in front of her, her boots swinging all the way up top point at the rafters as Piper crashes down on her back and the back of her head. "Dammit, Piper," Addison snaps from her corner, apparently having forgotten just how much SHE had struggled in with McGinty. "Get your damn head in the game."
Leggs Inc shares a joyous high five and McGinty heads for the exit, leaving the splayed Sexton to her dark-haired partner. Valerie takes a glance at the nearest set of ropes and, after a quick bit of calculus, races as fast as her long loping strides will carry her toward the cables. She leaps into the middle set and vaults out of the springboard back toward Cassidy's charge, ready to deliver a guillotine-like blow to the brat from Phi Nada Klu with her signature leg drop
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7-ERfUADqQ
Speed kills, but so does hesitation, and the latter appears to be the case when the Sin City Siren begins to roll away from the descending brunette. And against just about any other woman on the roster, Sexton might have rolled clear. But again, that length comes into play. With Piper mid-roll, facing the canvas, Stipanovic's calf slices down on the back of the sorority blonde's neck. "Jeezus f*ck!" Allison exclaims, burying her hands into her crimson locks and yanking away in frustration. "I'm not seeing this. I'm not!"
The seated ingenue turns to the redhead. "You're right. You ain't seen nothin' yet." Valerie lifts one of her never ending gams and slices it back down into the back of Sexton's skull for good measure, flashing her perfect pearlies at the enraged Allison. Stipanovic shoves Piper to her back with a thrust of her boot and scrambles to her feet. She plucks one of the blonde's perfectly serviceable legs off the deck and steps through, starting to make the familiar pirouette that would knot Piper's legs into a figure of four. Valerie would again bring her stems to bear with a version of the leg lock that would be power more through length than muscle.
With all the focus on legs so far this evening, it proves fitting that a boot would serve to turn the tide, Piper lifting her foot as Stipanovic swivels away from her and planting a sole against the brunette's glutes. Sexton sends Valerie stumbling away with a shove of her foot, but doesn't seem particularly eager to stick around and press her luck. Rolling over and pushing quickly to her hands and knees, the Sin City Siren scampers toward her corner at a furious pace, diving to slap the extended hand of Allison, bringing the Meanest Girl back into the match.
Addison slowly threads a luscious stem through the ropes, eyeing her opposition warily as she starts to enter the ring, but Valerie holds back, apparently not feeling much urgency to reclaim the upper hand. Once the redhead is in the ring, she and Stipanovic begin to circle... and just as the brunette's back turns to the Phi Theta Tappa corner, Piper stealthily slips back through the ropes herself. Once Sexton is back in the ring, however, she discards all attempts at subterfuge, immediately diving and launching a shoulder toward the pit of the rookie's left knee.
Valerie howls as she falls to the floor, genuflecting. She grasps at her aching knee, kicking out the other stem behind her and catching a piece of the blonde. "Ref," Mariel shouts from the far corner. "What the hell?" The tawny-skinned brunette winces as she puts some weight on the long lower limb, knowing she has to get back up to take advantage of her length, but Stipanovic looks a bit like a baby giraffe rising for the first time.
But as the brunette pushes up off her left knee, Allison DRIVES a toe kick into Valerie's lower abdomen the puts Stipanovic's kneecap back down on the mat, Valerie's left arm wrapping around her gulping tummy. To her credit, the debuting Stems again attempts to regain her footing... and as she does, Addison drifts to the brunette's left, maneuvering in behind Stipanovic. And looking to show that Valerie and her partner aren't the only women in this ring with legs for days, Allison launches a kick from what she judges to be a safe distance, her boot this time zeroing in on the back of Valerie's left knee, hoping to follow up on the damage Piper had just done.
The redhead's boot finds the target and this time Valerie is sent rolling to the canvas with a disturbing shriek. Ending on her back, she draws the long ravaged leg in tight to her body, holding it close as she rocks from side to side, biting her lower lip. Sensing it's very much time to get her partner back in the game and herself safely out, Stipanovic tries tumbling her way to the lanky blonde but it's a frustratingly slow process, even with the enthusiastic calls from Mariel for her fellow rookie to make it home.
She who lives by her legs sometimes dies by her legs, for while those ludicrously lengthy stems can cover a lot of ground in a little time, they can also trail significantly behind if one's been hobbled enough. And that allows Allison to snatch Valerie's left ankle, the redhead giving the gam a cruel jerk to wrench her knee as she reels the brunette back toward the middle of the ring. Lifting up on Stipanovic's ankle, the Meanest Girl lives up to her moniker by SLAMMING Valerie's knee down into the canvas, and as the brunette is forced to reach for that throbbing joint, Addison saunters into a standing straddle of her opponent. Sinking into a crouch, Allison reaches to pull Stems' wings up and over her thighs, to secure a camel clutch, the redhead practically salivating at the thought of plunging her talons into Valerie's gurls if she could lock the hold in place.
Allison mounts the long lean frame of the brunette, pulling first one arm over a bent knee and quickly doing likewise with the opposite. Lacing her fingers, Addison cups her hands under the rookie's chin and HAULS to the rear, tugging Valerie's head and chest up and back, putting incredible pressure on Stipanovic's spine. Her jaw locked in place, Valerie's cries are muffled, that is until the Meanest Girl unlaces her fingers and sends one set into the brunette's modest assets, skillfully slipping them under Val's top and shredding away at the tender tissue. Tongue loosened, the rookie yelps in pain, trying to shake free of the Clutch, stretching one of her lower limbs sideways as best she can toward the ropes.
Again, the length of Valerie's legs is ready to serve her well... that is, until Cassidy Woolridge takes hold of the bottom rope with both hands, pulling back on the rubber coated steel. There's not much give in that cable, but there's juuuust enough to deny Stipanovic their sanctuary. The FAWNatics immediately rally to the side of the newcomer, showering the ring with boos, but with the referee's attention focused on Valerie's face, just in case she wanted to surrender, he fails to notice Woolridge's duplicity. Mariel spots it, though, and does her best to alert the official. But an instant before he looks up, Cassidy lets go, stepping away from the ring and whistling.
Addison RIPS her claws away, rising to her full height and allowing Stipanovic to slump to the mat. McGinty sends a snarl Allison's way, which the redhead responds to by placing a kiss to her fingertips, giving a sassy swish of her hips in the leggy blonde's direction as she circles toward Valerie's noggin and SMACKING that hand to her backside. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, the Meanest Girl starts to pull Stems back to her feet--but doesn't plan to keep her their long before sitting out and slamming the brunette's face down between her parted stems--and probably giving the canvas a good scrubbing with Stipanovic's mug for good measure.
But Allison finds out it's not the best idea to get both wheels under the near six-footer, even when one is, at the moment, fairly flat. Yanked to her feet, Valerie wraps her hands around the back of Addison's skull, nudging the crown of her own head against the redhead's chin. This time she drops to a knee of her own accord ... on her good one. The jawbreaker frees Valerie as Allison staggers away, cursing and massaging her mandible. A fierce look on Stems' face belies the knowledge even this rookie has. She needs to get to a tag. Turning she limps toward Legs, her arm extended toward the outstretched hand of her partner.
The redhead might be staggered, but she doesn't have much interest in leaving the match just yet. Her partner, however, is VERY eager to get back into the fight, and she reaches out over the top rope to slap Addison's shoulder. The Meanest Girl flashes the Sin City Siren her most withering "... the hell, bytch?" glare, but Piper just smirks as she slips through the ropes. "Take five, Allie," Sexton purrs, "I got this."
Even as those last three words were being uttered, the blonde's focus shifts across the ring, and Piper doesn't wait around to get an answer. Instead, she launches into a sprint--not toward the hobbled Valerie but PAST her, looking to knock Mariel from the apron with a running forearm to the jaw.
Focused on making her way back into the ring, McGinty loses track of the charging coed and Piper's leaping throw of her limb SMACKS into Mariel's right shoulder, the near six-footer's head apparently out of range. Though hardly devastating, it's enough for the blonde to be sent tumbling off the apron. She lands on her feet, skidding to a stop near the steel barricade. Though mostly unscathed, she's not at her post for the limping, expectant Valerie. Having watched her partner sail away. Stems directs her attention to the turning Piper, grabbing the top rope at her side for balance and shooting her right leg on a course to under Sexton's chin.
Piper goes wide-eyed as she turns, but it turns it out giving up nearly a half foot to your opposition sometimes comes in handy, giving the startled blonde a bit of a head start in her effort to dip under the sweeping boot. Instead of removing the head of the Sin City Siren, Valerie instead has to avoid ending up straddling the top rope when Sexton's noggin is no longer in a position to interrupt her kick. Stipanovic manages to get both feet back underneath her, but not without her plant leg momentarily buckling, a hobble that gives Piper the opening she needs to grab Stems by the back of the head and push the brunette's eyes down across the top rope.
Knowing that Mariel wouldn't be on the floor for long, Sexton presses down with what leverage she can muster and quickly draaaags Valerie toward the more purposefully empty corner, Stipanovic howling each step of the way. Reaching their destination, Piper spins her foe's back to the buckles, stooping down to take Stipanovic's left ankle and work on threading that gam over the middle rope, intending to keep yanking on that ankle and using the rubber coated steel to torture the rookie's knee until the official made her stop.
Her long tanned lower limb creased over the cable, Valerie yelps as apparently the Second Meanest Girl tugs and wrenches the already aching leg, stretching the weakened ligaments. The face of the lithe and lengthy ingenue twists in pain. She cries out to the ref for some relief as does the returned Mariel. Finally, the man starts his count, giving Sexton four more seconds to apply her torture. With the blonde releasing her, Stipanovic gingerly pulls her long limb inside the confines and turns her body to keep it away from the sorority sister. Hobbling into a backpedal, the brunette tosses a few 'don't hurt me' jabs toward Piper's chin that might just show her arms have a little reach as well.
The reach is solid, but Piper demonstrates she's no dumb blonde by again making the most of her height disadvantage, first ducking those jabs and then delivering a jab of her own that lands just north of Valerie's bellybutton. Stems lets out a small gasp as she doubles forward, Sexton straightening up and immediately claiming a handful of dark locks, which she uses to put Stipanovic flat on her ass via a hairmare. Now the one standing tall, Piper steps over each of the rookie's shoulders, leaving the back of Valerie's head resting against her crotch, Stipanovic's hips straddled by Sexton's boots. Leaning down, the sorority sister claims Stems' left ankle calf, crossing the brunette's legs before she reaches for Valerie's right ankle. If she could secure that and start pulling up on her opponent's right leg, the Sin City Stretch might leave Stipanovic easy pickings for the rest of the night.
Again picking on the rookie's best weapons, Valerie gets maneuvered slickly into Sexton's version of the Stump Puller, her right leg raised high and yanked tightly against her crossed left. Piper now pulls back on Stems' "good leg", seeking to make it as lame as the other and leave the young brunette without a leg to stand on. Without much leverage and with the ache growing exponentially by the second, Valerie tries to throw her upper body to the mat, hoping to pull Piper off balance with her and send the blonde crashing to the canvas where she could roll the sorority brat up in a small package, or as small as Val could make a package out of her lanky frame, and escape with a win in Leggs Inc's inaugural contest.
"WhooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAYYYYYEEEEDDDOOOOOONNNN'TTTTTTHHHIIIINNNKKKSSSOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" the Sin City Siren wails, her voice transitioning from alarmed to defiant as she manages to right her balance before being taken off her feet. Sexton tosses Valerie's leg away, using her right leg to deliver a mule kick to Stems' bosom that sends the brunette to her back as Piper straightens up. The smug blonde adds a few stomps to Stipanovic's gurls and to her belly before turning her back to her foe--and to her own corner, completely oblivious to Allison's impatience in waiting for a tag. Feeling confident, Piper's feet shuffle into a broadened stance, the blonde putting her moneymaker to work taunting Valerie and teasing the crowd before she launches herself into a standing moonsault.
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3G52fymLDQ
The FAWNatics can't deny Piper's bootytastic shake, rattle and roll, some even turning to cheers for the blonde. Sexton prepares to finish with a backflipping moonsault to drive what air remains out of the lungs of the battered rookie, the brunette's midsection nearly as elongated as her gams. The tawny expanse makes an inviting crash pad as Piper tumbles toward her target and finding raised knees. The desperate Stipanovic sets her joints like two stakes to impale the blonde's belly and the rookie succeeds, though as Piper rolls away gagging and hugging her gut, Valerie is whimpering, the job done on her legs making the counter a painful one. She stretches out, turns to all fours and crawls toward her pleading partner, the crowd begging with Valerie to pick up the pace, and get to her pleading partner this time.
While the FAWNatics beg one beleagured beauty, Allison Addison cajoles the other with every bit as much passion as these newcomers have managed to stoke in the audience. Cassidy Woolridge's tone is a bit more measured, but every bit as urgent as she slaps the apron, urging Piper to get to her corner. But Sexton's landing on Valerie's tucked knees had gone about as badly as it possibly could for the Sin City Siren, the wind completely driven out of her and leaving her struggling just to uncoil herself out of her tight ball. Meanwhile, Stipanovic dives... and slaps the extended hand of Mariel McGinty! As Leggs slides through the ropes, Piper again tries to work her way to her hands and knees--and again, the blonde's abs balk at the task. Doubtful of being able to get to her corner, Sexton instead rocks to the side, hoping to roll out of the ring before McGinty can reach her.
But Woolridge's protege isn't quite able to evacuate in time. McGinty snatches both left wrist and ankle and tugs the squirming Sexton back toward the middle of the ring. Piper finally shakes free and makes it to hands and knees, but Mariel sinks her digits into the long flaxen locks of her foe from behind and tears Piper to stooped feet. Moving to Piper's side, the lanky 'Legs' draws her right knee up to Piper's temple while grabbing onto her foe's far arm. The buzz of the crowd grows as the FAWNatics ready for Mariel to throw her body into reverse, laying out and NAILING Piper with her lightly tanned gams and her Golden Rule.
GOLDEN RULE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI
Legs drops to her back, causing the back of Piper's head and neck to SLAM down onto Mariel's knee. "Gyyyyyaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!" the Sin City Siren howls, dropping to her tush, spine arched, arms extended to her sides--and hands raised, almost in a show of resignation. Piper soon slumps over to her left hip, her right hand flying up to cradle the back of her neck, possibly checking to make sure that her neck hadn't been broken.
McGinty hustles to her feet and gives a wave to the marooned redhead before dropping a leg across the throat of Sexton. She scrambles to her feet, hits the nearby ropes and lands another, then repeats it a third time. 'Legs' goes for the pin, leaving those legs draped across the neck and chest of the spasming Sexton for
MULTIPLE LEG DROPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7UqcpaOBjE
ONE...
TWO...
Piper kicks free.
The rookie pushes up, dragging the reeling sorority brat with her. When the duo reach their feet, Piper suddenly shakes free of Mariel's grip and lands a resounding bytch slap that turns McGinty in a 180. But almost instantly she spins back to a rattling superkick to Piper's chin that leaves the blonde stunned if still standing. With Sexton's back to her, Mariel leaps toward Sexton's six, her long lower limbs flying high, Mariel hoping to get them up and over Piper's shoulders, where she can clamp down and twist Sexton into a rana that might just snap the brat's neck if the last move didn't.
SUPERKICK & POISONED RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOiy868T8ew
Mariel shows that she's got some hops to go along with those long, long, loooong legs, springing from a standing position to straddle Piper's shoulders. In the next instant, McGinty throws her weight backwards with all her might, not only ripping the Sin City Siren off her feet but flipping the blonde upside down and SPIKING Sexton's skull into the canvas. Piper flops over to her tush, her eyes instantly left glazed by the concussive impact, her left arm hanging slack. Somehow, however, Sexton's right arm stretches out in front of her, toward her corner, her fingers coming up about a foot shy of Allison's outstretched hand... and then further still, as Piper's right arm drops to join its comrade at her sides, the blonde's eyes rolling back in her head as she tumbles backward, winding up in a splayed heap.
McGinty hops from knees to boots and strides to the downed blonde. Grabbing Piper by the ankles, Mariel straightens Sexton into a single flawless but motionless file before dropping her foe's legs to the canvas with a thud. Grinning from ear to ear, Mariel sidles to Piper's shoulders on her right side. McGinty's lifts her right leg high, almost into a vertical set of splits that draws an audible stir from the FAWNatics so impressive is the sight. More impressive still might be the guillotine finish of the blonde below as the front raised leg of Mariel's splits drops toward Piper's neck and shoulders for a cutting edge of a pin.
When McGinty's luscious leg crashes down across Sexton's throat, the Sin City Siren's gams fly into the air, then settle back down as the rest of the smaller blonde continues to spasm and convulse. Maintaining her splits, Mariel shuffles ever so slightly to settle with her butt just above Piper's chest, the FAWNatics responding to this unique cover with whistles and lusty cheers, and a smiling McGinty can't resist flashing a quick double (small) bicep pose as she gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
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Leggs, Inc.'s first victory in FAWN is snatched away not by Piper, but by Allison Addison deliver a diving double axehandle to the back of the blonde's head.
Mariel is sent lurching from her jaunty perch, wincing as she rolls off the splayed Sexton, cradling her aching noggin. Ending on her ass, McGinty buttscoots to the ropes behind her, using the ropes to unsteadily pull her way up while keeping a wary eye on Allison. The official catches a crook of the redhead's arm to keep Addison from continuing her assault on Legs. But just as the furious Meanest Girl breaks free of his grip, another person meaning to interrupt her efforts attacks from behind. The partially recovered Valerie plans to show what's good for Allison's gander by lifting off and stabbing the redhead in the back before she can do it again to her partner.
BACKSTABBER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxLrW-PGJuw
Stems manages to catch Allison completely unawares, Addison's first indication of Valerie's return coming when the brunette's hands clutch her shoulders--and by then, it's too late. Stipanovic falls backwards, pulling her foe down with her, one rookie's back crashing down onto the tucked knees the other newcomer. After the work Addison and Sexton had done on her left knee, it's a maneuver that CAN'T have been particularly pleasant for Stems herself, but it becomes readily apparent that the worst of it went to Addison, the Meanest Girl flopping to the mat and rolling away, tumbling under the bottom rope and spilling unceremoniously to the floor. As Cassidy quickly moves to the reach the side of one fallen sorority sister, the one inside the ring groans as she rolls over, attempting to push up to her hands and knees... and promptly faltering, hitting the canvas with a dull thud.
But Leggs Inc is more than ready to help Piper to her feet, each member grabbing a wrist and hauling the dazed blonde to her boot leather. Valerie and Mariel bundle Sexton to the ropes, all three hitting the rubber-coated steel and shooting forward. But the long leggy teammates provide Piper a booster, sending her sprinting alone with the help of a pair of Irish whips to the far strands. As Piper rebounds, Legs and Stems, spin in pirouettes as Sexton charges toward them, swinging around one of their endless legs for stereo leg lariats headed toward Piper's flawless features.
This might be Mariel and Valerie's first time in front of the FAWN crowd, but they've definitely worked together for some time--no two women can launch such beautiful, acrobatic assaults with such synchronicity without having put in considerable time together. Their blows even land in near perfect unison, Stipanovic's catching Piper at the jaw and McGinty's connecting with the Sin City Siren's forehead. The dual leg lariats send Sexton's stems flying out from underneath her, the brat landing heavily on her back, the back of her skull bouncing roughly off the scarcely padded plywood. Outside the ring, Woolridge continues tending to Addison, knowing how badly in need of reinforcements Piper had become.
With Sexton laying at their feet, the rookie duo twirl to a stop and immediately head for the ropes behind them. Each rebounds and races to the spreadeagled sorority sister, leaping high from either side, both launching for a double super-splash to finish off whatever fight Piper has left, Mariel rising above her chest and Valerie above her tummy. If they hit, Sexton might be little more than a greasespot, easy pickings once Stems left the scene of the crime.
And hit they do, the brunette's belly 'THWAP'ing against Piper's midriff and the blonde's abdomen momentarily collapsing Sexton's chest. The Sin City Siren's eyes practically pop out of her head as her noggin lifts a few inches off the mat, her cheeks puffed like a blowfish. Piper's legs swing considerably higher into the air... but then drop along with her head, the glistening blonde left jellied underneath both leggy newcomers.
Though the official might have lost control enough for a dual pin to stand, Valerie pushes off the blasted Piper and heads for the exit. Good thing for Leggs Inc. she does as Allison is being stuffed back into the ring by Woolridge to even the sides. But a baseball slide from Stipanovic ejects the redhead, Allison in turn ramming into Cassidy and sending the manager reeling to the barricade behind her. Stems trails out after the 'Greek' duo, leaving Mariel to fold Piper in a tight matchbook while seated above her head, laying her thighs across the blonde's ankles to keep her foe folded between her extended gams, the legs in long wide 'V' for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!
... and, quite possibly, TEN!!!!! if Mariel had been of a mind to milk the moment. But instead, as the bell sounds, the triumphant blonde shifts her gams into a slightly wider 'V' to allow the Sin City Siren the freedom to spill out of her folded matchbook and gather into a boneless puddle of flesh. Down on the floor, Valerie stands ready to head off any incursion from either Woolridge or Addison, but the sorority sisters are far too busy dealing with the own aches and pains, Addison remaining draped across Cassidy's lap. Meanwhile, the announcer makes it official, the crowd roaring even before he begins to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, via pinfall... LEEEGGGGGGSSS, INNNCCC!!!!!"
The announcement draws Valerie’s attention back to the ring and she scurries under the bottom rope, popping to her feet and embracing her fellow near-six-footer to the roar of the FAWNatics. They hop in delight at garnering the win, and in impressive fashion. Finally, blonde and brunette break from their huggy huddle to salute the fans with beaming grins and raised hands. And for those in the stands, this seems one of those rare times when the look, the tools and the result of a team's first match meld together in not only a win but a possible harbinger of greater things to come and, if their legs had anything to do with it, the careers of Valerie and Mariel would be long ones.